Merlin one shots

Coffee

Every evening at six fourteen excactly, Arthur would buy coffee. Merlin knew his order by now - not that it was particularly hard to remember. A large black coffee with 2 sugars. The shop was usually empty at that time; Merlin the only one on duty.

"Good evening. Your usual?" Merlin smiled, finishing wiping a table and moving behind the counter.
"Yeah."
"Bit later than usual, aren't you?" Merlin looked at his watch. 6:33.
"Got held up in a meeting." Arthur grumbled. "And consequently missed my train."
"Oh, that sucks."
"Hm."

"When's the next train?" Merlin stirred Arthur's coffee, pressing the lid on.
"Seven thirty six." Merlin slid the cup across the counter.
"Cash or card?"
"Card. Yeah, its annoying. What time do you close?"
"Ten minutes." Arthur clicked his tongue, frowning. "But, I could give you a lift home. If you want?"
"You have a car?" Merlin nodded.
"No need to sound so suprised, your highness," Merlin mocked.
"Sorry. A lift would be wonderful." Merlin smiled, satisfied with himself.

"You know Merlin, this is a little strange. Me getting in your car. You could be a serial killer." Arthur was sat up on the counter, eating sugar cubes from a jar.
"Let's hope I'm not. But, if you don't trust me, you can always wait another forty five minutes for your train." Arthur pouted.
"Ok, when you put it that way..."
"I just need to grab some more beans from the stock room."

Arthur had followed Merlin through to the stock room, staring rather blatantly at his ass as Merlin scooped coffee beans from a large sack. "Do you mind?" Merlin looked round at him.
"Not at all," Arthur replied, winking. Merlin shook his head. "You know Merlin. You're not half bad looking." Arthur raised an eyebrow at Merlin as he turned back around.
"Thanks?" Merlin looked confused. "You're not terribly unattractive yourself." Arthur smirked.

"I just need to lock up, so you can get in the car if you want." Merlin threw Arthur his keys. Arthur looked at the keys.
"You drive a Porsche?" Arthur looked impressed, nodding.
"Huh, yeah. It's an old one. My grandad's car."
"Well, your grandad has taste."
"Had."
"Oh, sorry." Merlin nodded, silent.
"Let's go."

"So, who do you work for then?" Merlin looked at Arthur, tapping his fingers on the wheel as he waited for the lights to turn green.
"Publishing firm. Dragon's." Merlin nodded.
"Uh huh. What do you do?"
"I'm the junior executive manager."
"Show off." Merlin grinned, turning his attention back to the road.

"How long have you been doing that for?" Merlin turned as Arthur had directed him.
"In this role about two years. But papa owns the firm, so..."
"Oh, it's like that is it?" Arthur shrugged. Merlin laughed a little, his nose wrinkling. "So you're... rich?" Arthur looked uncomfortable.
"I guess? Left here."
"That's a yes then." Arthur nodded very sprightly. "You still take the train though?" Arthur blushed a little.
"Actually no. I lied about that bit. I get a cab from the station."
"So you didn't miss your train?"

"I wanted to get to know you. And when you offered me a lift, well, I figured that, I mean, I couldn't," Arthur stammered, blushing. "I really like you." Merlin blinked.
"It's this building." Merlin stopped the car.
"You like me?" Arthur nodded.
"Do you, you know?"
"Do I like you?" Arthur nodded shyly. "I'd be insane not to."
"Do you want to come in? Tea, perhaps?" Merlin nodded, climbing out of the car.

"Shit. This is your apartment?" Arthur around the rooms, gaping at the opulence.
"Yeah. You want a beer?"
"No, I'll need to drive home."
"Not necessarily." Arthur took two cans of beer from the fridge, handing one to Merlin.
"Meaning?"
"Well, I just mean, maybe you could stay the night?"
"I'm not sure. I mean." Merlin put his can down on the kitchen side, scratching his nose. "We only just met."
"And since then we both confessed out love for each other."
"I suppose so. We'll see." Merlin put his drink back in the fridge.

"Have you eaten?" Arthur looked at Merlin, whose tummy was rumbling loudly. Merlin shook his head. "You fancy a takeaway?"
"Uh, sure."
"Ok. That phone up on the wall, dial 324 and order whatever you fancy. I'll have an All American pizza." Arthur winked.
"How do I pay?"
"Oh, don't stress that. They put it on my bill." Merlin nodded.

"So," Merlin said, sitting down on the bed. "You're really living it up, huh?" Arthur chuckled.
"I suppose so." Merlin shook his head, picking up another slice of pizza. "I mean, I got lucky."
"It seems I did too." Merlin turned, planting his lips on Arthur's, kissing fiercly. Arthur kissed back, body perfectly relaxed, one hand behind his head. Merlin began to unbutton Arthur's shirt, still trying to keep his lips in contact. Arthur rolled over, helping Merlin.
"I take it this means you're staying the night?"