Sunday Taste (Merlin/Arthur, PG-13, 100 words)
Sunday tradition dictates Merlin showing up at nine bearing breakfast, just in time to greet Arthur from his morning run.
“Donuts again, Merlin? It’s a miracle your eyes haven’t turned brown.”
Arthur secretly loves Merlin’s Sunday offerings. In the past two years, they never repeated even once.
Merlin grinned. “It’s raspberry glaze this week. The owner swears it’s his best yet.”
He took a big bite and chewed. “Aren’t you having any? They’re really good.” He licked glaze off of his fingertips.
Leaning forward, Arthur licked the corner of Merlin’s mouth.
“You’re right,” Arthur smiled. “It’s the best I’ve tasted.”
Answers 31_days prompt: "Donuts make my brown eyes blue" and awdt prompt: "That's the best we've tasted, so far."
A/N: In my head Merlin and Arthur are friends, and this is Arthur's first move. But you may read it however you wish, of course ;-)
[ LJ | IJ | DW ]
“Donuts again, Merlin? It’s a miracle your eyes haven’t turned brown.”
Arthur secretly loves Merlin’s Sunday offerings. In the past two years, they never repeated even once.
Merlin grinned. “It’s raspberry glaze this week. The owner swears it’s his best yet.”
He took a big bite and chewed. “Aren’t you having any? They’re really good.” He licked glaze off of his fingertips.
Leaning forward, Arthur licked the corner of Merlin’s mouth.
“You’re right,” Arthur smiled. “It’s the best I’ve tasted.”
Answers 31_days prompt: "Donuts make my brown eyes blue" and awdt prompt: "That's the best we've tasted, so far."
A/N: In my head Merlin and Arthur are friends, and this is Arthur's first move. But you may read it however you wish, of course ;-)
[ LJ | IJ | DW ]