Saturday Morning
Jun. 11th, 2010 12:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
casualtheatrics2It’s been a while since I wrote something for this verse, so I thought I would add a little ficlet, of a deeply flufftastic nature. This probably occurs a few weeks after Anna’s christening. Rest of the stories can be found under the Neruda ‘Verse tag.
Disclaimer: I own nothing. NOTHING. Please don’t sue me, all I have is a massive student loan debt.
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Saturday Morning Routine
Arthur awakes to the smell of coffee, a slight crick in his neck and an empty space between the mattress, the duvet and his right arm where his boyfriend should be.
He twists his head, loosening the muscles in his neck, turning to the door which stands propped open with a shoe. It is Merlin’s usual trick to persuade Arthur out of bed on a Saturday morning.
Sliding out of Arthur’s grip whilst Arthur sleeps, Merlin will throw on jeans and a hoodie. He’ll pad up the stairs to the kitchen, leaving Arthur’s door open with a shoe (usually one of the expensive loafers Arthur has hand-tooled in Italy to wear to work), and set the coffee machine to brew. He’ll slip out of the front door, walk briskly down the street to the corner shop, buy the Saturday papers, and walk briskly back.
His entire routine takes no more than 12 minutes (Arthur timed him once), and once he’s back, he’ll open the kitchen window to blast the smell of coffee down the stairs into Arthur’s bedroom.
At which point, either the draught or the smell of coffee will wake Arthur, and since he’s grumpy until he gets his ‘Good Morning’ kiss from Merlin, Arthur usually hops out of bed pretty darn sharpish.
Arthur will drag on his boxer shorts, walk upstairs to the kitchen, and find that Merlin has laid the table: two mugs, a toast rack, two glasses of orange juice, two sets of cutlery, a tray of butter and preserves. Merlin has also opened the newspaper, separated out the business and finance sections, and the sport section, and folded them neatly by Arthur’s napkin.
This morning is no different.
“I love you,” Arthur says to Merlin, who simply smiles back and gives Arthur his ‘Good Morning’ kiss.
Sitting down in his usual space, Merlin smiles at Arthur and gestures to the other chair. “Come on, sit down.”
Arthur stands there for a second more, before moving to take his seat. “Have I told you that I love you?” Arthur asks casually, even though he’s just said that.
Merlin laughs. “Yes. Several times.”
“OK, don’t laugh!” Arthur mock-scolds, which is immediately ignored, because Merlin laughs at Arthur telling him not to laugh.
“I’ll be right back,” Arthur says abruptly, standing back up. “I just need something.”
“Your reading glasses, Grandad?” Merlin teases him, as Arthur walks into his study.
After a minute or two, Arthur returns, clutching a red box in his hand. Merlin has his back to him; he’s sipping coffee, bent over the arts section of the paper, deciding which concert they’ll be attending that evening.
Arthur clears his throat.
Merlin turns to look at him.
Arthur drops to one knee.
Merlin looks surprised, but not horrified. Good sign, Arthur thinks, slightly hysterically.
“Merlin Emrys,” Arthur’s amazed his voice is steady. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. Without a doubt. You have brightened my life. Before you, I could never imagine spending the rest of my life with someone, and now, with you, I can’t imagine not spending the rest of my life with you. I love you. Will you marry me?”
Merlin’s mouth works for a minute, before he hurls himself off the chair and into Arthur’s arms. “Yes,” he mumbles into Arthur’s neck, and brings their mouths together for a kiss.
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