Character/s: Merlin, Arthur, Morgana
Summary: Arthur won't leave Merlin alone until he admits his hangup.
Word Count: 431
Prompt: #220, Insecurity
Author's Notes: Continued from last drabble. :)
The first item on Arthur’s agenda was a visit with his father. Merlin opened the door and showed Arthur out. He stayed a step behind Arthur’s left shoulder to better see others coming toward them. He hoped the Prince would drop the subject of his evening with Morgana.
“So did you do it or not?” Arthur asked.
Apparently he wouldn’t. “Do what?” Merlin replied.
Arthur rolled his eyes. “With Morgana.”
“I already told you I’m not talking about that.”
“So are you not telling me because you wouldn’t tell anyone, or would you tell someone besides me?”
Merlin pinched the bridge of his nose. Not for the first time Arthur was giving him a headache. “With all due respect, sire, I wouldn’t tell anyone.”
“All right then.” Arthur fell blissfully silent.
They walked on for a couple minutes until Morgana turned down their corridor. “Uh oh,” Merlin whispered.
“What is it?”
“Nothing, don’t worry about it.”
“It’s something or you wouldn’t have said ‘uh oh.’” Arthur chuckled.
“I’m not gonna say anything. I—” He cut off as Morgana neared.
Arthur paused. “Morgana,” he said to her.
“Arthur. Merlin.” She drug out the “m” sound a bit. It sounded extra sensual to Merlin’s ears. She then winked and continued walking.
Arthur watched the emotions flicker across Merlin’s face until Morgana disappeared down another corridor. He nudged his friend and said, “Okay. Now I know something’s up.”
“It’s . . . it’s . . .”
“You’re really coherent today, you know?”
“Sorry. I guess it’s just my insecurity.”
Merlin scratched at his chin. “I think I feel more for her than she feels for me.”
Arthur shook his head. “Are you kidding me?”
“No. And please don’t make fun.”
“I’m not trying to. Merlin, didn’t you see the way she looked at you? The way she said your name?”
“Yeah.” He smiled.
“Well there you go then. I’d say she’s head over heels.”
“Because she smiled at me?”
Arthur put his hands on Merlin’s shoulders. “Merlin, it’s the way she smiled at you.” He paused a moment. “How much experience do you have with girls anyway?”
“Not very much.”
“I can tell. Anyway, I wouldn’t worry. I can tell you mean a lot to her. So you should just relax and go with the flow.”
“You think so?”
“Thanks.” Merlin looked down at the watch on Arthur’s wrist. “Uh oh.”
“You’re going to be late to your meeting with the King.”
Arthur dropped his hands. “Move!” And they hastened down the corridor and away from their discussion.