Character/s: Arthur, Merlin
Summary: It was, of course, all Gwaine's fault...
Warnings: Not suitable reading material whilst eating :)
Word Count: 100
Author's Notes: Written for camelot_drabble prompt 158 - engaged.
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Arthur glanced at the door again. It was still closed. Fifteen minutes was quite a long time.
“Are you okay, Merlin?” he called. “Is your little bottom sore?”
Merlin muttered something unintelligible through the door. Arthur supposed it was probably insulting, but he hadn’t been able to resist. It was the only fun he was likely to get for a while.
It was always like this after one of Gwaine’s extra-spicy curry nights, but Merlin insisted on taking part.
“Don’t forget to turn on the extractor fan,” Arthur called helpfully. After all, he had to live in that flat too.