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“Merlin! “ Arthur bellowed from across the well-manicured lawn.
Merlin popped his head around the corner of the garden shed and gave Arthur a sunny grin, “You called your highness?”
Arthur gave Merlin a withering look and picked his way across the brand new flower bed Merlin had just installed, “Would you care to explain exactly what I am looking at?”
“Well, you asked for it so I...” Merlin trailed off as he saw Arthur glare at him.
“At what point did I ask you to make an actual bed out of flowers?” Arthur points at what is indeed a bed, including iron headboard and footboard, made out of flowers.
“Hmm, it may have gotten away from me a little” Merlin says as his cheeks start to glow red. “It was supposed to be a surprise and you weren’t supposed to be back till tomorrow.“
“Really, and what sort of surprise could I ever want that would include a ‘flower bed’?” Arthur starts rubbing his forehead.
“Umm, I can’t tell you yet. It’s not done.” Merlin looks sheepish.
“Merlin!”
“Okay, okay, it was for our one year anniversary. I wanted something special that would be unique for just us. You do remember what this spot is right?”
Arthur’s face softened as he looked at Merlin, “How could I forget. Only you would equate a ‘flower bed’ with the spot I proposed to you.”
Merlin moved to twine his arms around Arthur’s waist as Arthur looped is arms around Merlin’s neck. “Well, it was a rather flowery proposal with the thousand fresh cut roses and moonlight serenade. I figured I would just do something equally cheesy to commemorate it.”
Arthur cuffs Merlin up the side of the head and then tangles his fingers in Merlin’s hair, “you are ridiculous to the extreme but I do love you. God knows why but I do.”
“You wouldn’t want me any other way.” Merlin tilts his head towards Arthur and their lips meet in a soft almost not quite there kiss.
Merlin and Arthur walk hand in hand back into their house as the sun glints off the bed frame, words become visible etched in curling font twirling around the iron bedstead.
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“Merlin! “ Arthur bellowed from across the well-manicured lawn.
Merlin popped his head around the corner of the garden shed and gave Arthur a sunny grin, “You called your highness?”
Arthur gave Merlin a withering look and picked his way across the brand new flower bed Merlin had just installed, “Would you care to explain exactly what I am looking at?”
“Well, you asked for it so I...” Merlin trailed off as he saw Arthur glare at him.
“At what point did I ask you to make an actual bed out of flowers?” Arthur points at what is indeed a bed, including iron headboard and footboard, made out of flowers.
“Hmm, it may have gotten away from me a little” Merlin says as his cheeks start to glow red. “It was supposed to be a surprise and you weren’t supposed to be back till tomorrow.“
“Really, and what sort of surprise could I ever want that would include a ‘flower bed’?” Arthur starts rubbing his forehead.
“Umm, I can’t tell you yet. It’s not done.” Merlin looks sheepish.
“Merlin!”
“Okay, okay, it was for our one year anniversary. I wanted something special that would be unique for just us. You do remember what this spot is right?”
Arthur’s face softened as he looked at Merlin, “How could I forget. Only you would equate a ‘flower bed’ with the spot I proposed to you.”
Merlin moved to twine his arms around Arthur’s waist as Arthur looped is arms around Merlin’s neck. “Well, it was a rather flowery proposal with the thousand fresh cut roses and moonlight serenade. I figured I would just do something equally cheesy to commemorate it.”
Arthur cuffs Merlin up the side of the head and then tangles his fingers in Merlin’s hair, “you are ridiculous to the extreme but I do love you. God knows why but I do.”
“You wouldn’t want me any other way.” Merlin tilts his head towards Arthur and their lips meet in a soft almost not quite there kiss.
Merlin and Arthur walk hand in hand back into their house as the sun glints off the bed frame, words become visible etched in curling font twirling around the iron bedstead.