bitchprince | Caerleon, United Kingdom, Sunday

Arthur had driven them down to the hotel last night with rather astounding skill (and he wasn't even saying so himself; he'd had no accidents, no minor incidents, and in fact had needed precious little time to adapt to driving on the left side of the road, especially for a man who had only known of cars for the past year or so).

He'd charmed his way into getting the room with the bed that looked a great deal like his, and then somewhere along the line he'd passed out to sleep off that bizarre state of whatever you got into after flying.

The hotel was nice. It would do.

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"Yes it was!"

No, it wasn't. But that wasn't the point.

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bitchprince

"You didn't break anything," Arthur pointed out, "Nor do I seem to have smothered you in your sleep. And if you were actually tired, you wouldn't be complaining as usual."

There had to be more diplomatic means to resolve this dispute.

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Like making out? That tended to help.

"Ass," Merlin said, sticking to his usual level of maturity.

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bitchprince

Arthur rolled his eyes again, reached over, picked up the pillow to his left, and dropped it on Merlin's head.

That also worked, if one were yet too fuzzy to consider making out.

Edited Date: 2010-02-21 05:13 pm (UTC)

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"What--" Merlin flailed the pillow off, glaring at him. "Are you mad?"

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"You were asking for it," Arthur informed him, shifting his position on the bed to allow Merlin to settle in more properly, should he be willing to stop complaining for a few seconds to take advantage of it.

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"Was not." Was too!

Merlin took advantage of that to roll a bit at him. So very angrily.

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So savage. So painful. Watch Arthur suffer.

"You were," Arthur said, blithely, grinning at him. "And you're getting off light. With anyone else, I'd have brought the whip in."

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"..."

Yes, Merlin was going to let his look speak for itself.

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bitchprince

Arthur beamed back at him.

"It never comes up," he said, conspiratorally, "So I had to make something up on the fly."

... he was having a chipper morning. All beware.

"Don't look so serious now, Merlin."

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"...about whipping people in bed?" He saw those movies!

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bitchprince

"... I wasn't necessarily referring to whipping anyone in bed," Arthur said, pulling a face, "That just sounds nasty."

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Oh thank god. It wasn't something he wanted to do then.

"Do you do that often?"

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"Whipping people?"

Arthur stared at him as if he'd just grown another head.

"If they've been sentenced to it, it's occasionally part of my duties to oversee it," he said. Still staring.

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"But not in bed?"

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bitchprince

"...No, Merlin. Not in bed. You need to stop watching all of that porn."

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"You brought it up here!"

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"I was making a joke."

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"Oh." Yeah, Merlin. "Riiight."

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bitchprince

Arthur threw him a look that wasn't really funny - he'd known Merlin for long enough to expect that sort of thing - and more lightly exasperated. "So don't worry about your poor bottom," he said, soothingly.

Sort of.

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"..."

Okay, that didn't help at all.

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bitchprince

"You are too easy to shock at this hour," Arthur told him, grinning.

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"You're twisted!"

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bitchprince

Arthur shot him a dry look that read, If I am, then you're twice as bad, Keeper of the Porn Collection. "I have absolutely no interest in any of that."