Kink Me! #33
Kink Me! #33
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Gwaine had to drive Arthur back to Vapor to pick up his car, and when he got home, Merlin wasn't there.
Arthur sat at the bar for a few moments, hoping Merlin would return any moment... But he didn't. He couldn't blame him. He had been an ass.
Instead, he went and began filling up the jacuzzi-bathtub with hot water. He sat on the side chair and looked around at their porcelain and gold bathroom. It was lavish. Beautiful, even. He remembered when he lived in a flat, where the rooms were tiny, and centered around practicality. Here in his castle of sorts, there was no practicality. Only money spent on fun things. And he liked his home, sure. But he missed Merlin.
He wanted to apologize for any of the shitty things he'd ever done. For sometimes neglecting Merlin when his own ego was starting to inflate a little to much. For not coming home.
Remembering his dead phone, he got up and plugged it in next to his nightstand. He saw that he had missed two calls, both from Merlin, and a message. He dialed his voice mail system and listened to Merlin's remarkably level headed message.
You're way too good for me.
Arthur suddenly felt dangerous. He remembered the words that Merlin had told him in the pool. His own shocked response. Too good for you? What on earth are you talking about? I love you... But all he had said was, “What are you going on about?”
God he was dangerous! He didn't see it before, but now he did. Merlin was... in awe of him? They always said they were equal partners, but was it a lie? Was Arthur just a little bit ahead because of his fame, and the fortune that came along with being famous?
His fingers trembled a bit, and the phone slipped out of his hands and onto the bed. He sat down for a few seconds, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose and rubbing gentle circles in...
“Love you, see you later.” Merlin's sign off was warm, meaningful. It was as if Merlin never forgave him, because he never blamed him in the first place.
Because he was in awe?
Arthur went back to the bathroom, and stripped out of his clothes, piling them neatly on the chair. Steam rose from the hot water and filled the air with moisture. Arthur pulled a bag from underneath the sink and sprinkled a couple handfuls of Epsom salt into the bottom of the tub.
When, at last, the jacuzzi was satisfactorily filled, he shut off the stream of water, and slipped in. It was almost too hot, but he quickly adjusted. He liked the heat. It made him feel alive.
He leaned back and closed his eyes...
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