Title:What's Mine is Mine
Summary:Merlin is jealous of Arthur's portions at dinner
Author's Notes:It's been done, but I couldn't help it.
"Why is your portion bigger than mine?" Merlin huffed
"As I am the Prince, I should think that's obvious even to someone like you Merlin." Arthur drolled out Merlin's name in that way that only he could when he wanted to be annoying.
"As Prince I should think you would want to give more to your subjects and less to your expanding waistline." of course Merlin didn't think Arthur was fat, but the fresh berry tart called to his stomach and Arthur already had two. The Prince always eventually shared anyway, making Merlin wait was just his little twisted game.
"Not my fault the new head cook likes me better." Arthur smirked into his goblet of wine.
"Yes it is! Who was the one that sent me down at all hours to fetch strange things after hunts. She blames me for waking her!"
"Again if you weren't such a horrible manservant you wouldn't have to wake her up to make us some basic food."
"Meed roasted venison is not basic!" Merlin reached out to snatch the tart off the Prince's plate.
Arthur tried to snatch it back but Merlin spun away quickly with a smile around a mouth full of the confection.
"Get back here Merlin!" Arthur jumped up from the chair giving chase to his manservant all around his chambers.
"No." Merlin mumbled through the crumbs and a light juice from the fresh berries. The taste was delicate and buttery with a hint of citrusy tang. Yum.
As Merlin swallowed the last bite, Arthur flung himself over his chair and tackled Merlin to the ground with all the air leaving both their lungs.
The Prince grunted in frustration turning his manservant under the restricting weight of his not-fat-in-the-slightest body.
Merlin defiantly smiled at the angry prat of a Prince. That was until he realized the set of their positions, Arthur straddled over him, Merlin's hands pinned over his head. "You can't have it back now anyway?" Merlin now very nervously said.
"I'm the Prince and I can have what's mine."
"Yours?" Merlin asked not sure if they were talking about the tart anymore.
"Mine." Arthur's face and therefore lips were much closer than a few seconds ago. Wine stained or the natural blush of them made Merlin stretch up.
Arthur took his time savoring the flavors of the fruit on Merlin's lips and tongue.
From that day forward Merlin was not jealous of the Prince's serving. All confections were brought to Arthur's manservant so the Prince could approve of them after.