Character/s: Merlin, Arthur
Summary: A bit of bickering leads to a kinky realization
Word Count: 200
Prompt: 460 Maybe
Author's Notes: Canon AU
"You're such a sloppy servant, Merlin. My floor is practically covered in dirt."
"And you're such an inconsiderate prat! If you wouldn't come stomping in here all the time in muddy boots and a cloak dripping dirt, the floor would be fine. I washed it only yesterday."
"I don't control the weather, Merlin. Weapons-training in the heavy rain means there will be mud. Do your job."
"I do! It's just that you make it impossible."
Dropping his waterlogged cloak on the table, Arthur sighed and sat down. "Help me off with my boots, will you?"
Merlin glared, but dutifully kneeled, reaching for the first proffered mud-covered boot in silence.
"Imagine the alternative." Trying to lighten the mood with their usual banter, Arthur grinned down at Merlin. "Really, it could have been much worse. Would you rather I'd enter my chambers wearing shiny polished boots and otherwise stark naked?"
There was a shift, a pause, a perceptible change to the air. Neither man moved. For a moment, they both held their breath.
Merlin blushed. He glanced up at Arthur, but immediately let his eyelashes flutter back down as he lowered his head to hide his expression.
"Maybe?" he whispered.