Summerpornathon Bonus Challenge Six: Last Night's Booty Call
Title: Last Night's Booty Call
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Wordcount: ~200
Challenge: Bonus Six - Texts from last night
Summary: In which Merlin is Arthur's booty call and silk boxers are all the romance he's getting.
Masterlist
Merlin was curled up in front of the television with an excessive amount of chocolate, all ready to spend the night alone, when his phone buzzed. New message from Pratface.
Hey, you wanna come over? ;)
Merlin groaned. He was not in the mood for this.
Depends, is this a booty call? He texted back.
The reply came almost at once. No. I just want to cuddle and talk about our feelings. Of course this is a booty call.
You’re a prick.
You love it ;) came the response, then, a moment later, Im wearing my silk boxers for you, followed by thats all the romance your getting mate.
Merlin texts back *that’s and *you’re, because he knows that’ll drive Arthur up the wall, then gives his television a longing look. He doesn’t want to and he probably shouldn’t, but. He’s still considering when his phone vibrates again, then again.
Grammer nazi, Arthur says, and then you up for it or not can find someone else.
Merlin groans. Be there in 10. x
Rating: PG-ish
Pairing: Arthur/Merlin
Wordcount: ~200
Challenge: Bonus Six - Texts from last night
Summary: In which Merlin is Arthur's booty call and silk boxers are all the romance he's getting.
Masterlist
Merlin was curled up in front of the television with an excessive amount of chocolate, all ready to spend the night alone, when his phone buzzed. New message from Pratface.
Hey, you wanna come over? ;)
Merlin groaned. He was not in the mood for this.
Depends, is this a booty call? He texted back.
The reply came almost at once. No. I just want to cuddle and talk about our feelings. Of course this is a booty call.
You’re a prick.
You love it ;) came the response, then, a moment later, Im wearing my silk boxers for you, followed by thats all the romance your getting mate.
Merlin texts back *that’s and *you’re, because he knows that’ll drive Arthur up the wall, then gives his television a longing look. He doesn’t want to and he probably shouldn’t, but. He’s still considering when his phone vibrates again, then again.
Grammer nazi, Arthur says, and then you up for it or not can find someone else.
Merlin groans. Be there in 10. x