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A Premier Suite, Wednesday Evening

"I still have my trousers on," Arthur reminded him, dryly, and shot a glance towards the bath.

And then reached over and yanked on the knot of Merlin's neckerchief. That wasn't your trousers, Arthur.

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"You yanked me in," Merlin replied, wiping water out of his eyes.

"So I did." Unrepentant, your name is Arthur.

Although he did put in an effort to brush some soaked water out of Merlin's face before that became any worse.

Merlin grabbed his shoulder and tried very hard to push Arthur on down in revenge.

He forgot that he was a twig.

Damn it.

Which was just adding to the unrepentance. "Now what are you trying to do to me?" Arthur asked, grinning up at him.

"I can magic you under, you know." Maybe. Hopefully!

"And that would be cheating," Arthur told him, "Not to mention a serious abuse of power." Which would've been a point with admittedly more strength if he'd sounded at all serious.

His hands drifted to Merlin's hips again. Just so he wouldn't fall over. Yes.

Merlin inhaled against Arthur's neck, concentrating on yanking a bit of water upwards. "You're the king of that."

"I never cheat."

But now his hair was soaked.

"Merlin--! Are you trying to wash my hair?"

"Me? I didn't do anything."

"You're a menace," Arthur informed him, pulling on his hips.

But he was one who now had water about to be less naked.

...while being naked. And on top of Arthur. How this was any better was up to the reader.

"You started it."

"You were being an idiot," Arthur told him, "I accept no blame but for doing my duty."

"Since when is bathing a servant your princly duty?"

"I mean keeping you from being an idiot," he retorted, "Which is only my princely duty in that if I let you get away with it all the time you'd probably get us all killed."

Yes. Really. Merlin. Get them all killed. With a bath and nudity. "...and if you think this is bathing you, you have incredibly low standards for such a thing."

Don't turn this into a challenge, or he really would be soaping you up within the next few minutes.

"Oh, terribly sorry. How should the bathing go?" Somehow... this was a sarcastic, but innocent question.

Give him time, Arthur. Give him time.

Arthur smiled at him. Beatifically.

Then held up a water-soaked sponge (...approaching loofah. Not that Arthur knew what it was, or he might have given it the EW COOTIES treatment) and squeezed it empty above Merlin's head.

"...I hope you don't expect me to return the favour."

"Don't be such a girl, Merlin. That's just a bit of water."

The mocking part, anyway. The second part, now, which involved some more soap, seemed less intent on getting Merlin's hair soaked and a bit more on trailing along his back.

He was Arthur Pendragon. He didn't do nice things without mocking you severely, first.

Merlin shot him a look, putting a hand on Arthur's shoulder. "And you're an expert, I'm sure."

He took a moment to try and get comfortable in the tub. It was just a bit too small for this.

Arthur shrugged his other shoulder, although the shifting was a bit-- yeah, okay, don't lean too far that way. "I've been known to pick up many a skill quickly."

He pulled the sponge along Merlin's side to his front.

"I'll keep that in mind," Merlin replied dryly. And really, Arthur's own fault for suggesting a bath.

Hey, a bath was an excellent idea. He was already starting to feel some of the tension soaking out of his limbs. "We need to do something about that smart mouth of yours," he decided, leaning up to kiss him.

... and sliding a hand up to the back of his neck, not so much for the sake of touching as for the sake of preventing Merlin's horrible coordination from drowning them both.

Merlin snickered into the kiss, pulling him closer. "You sound like those movies."

"That's because I'm terribly charming, Merlin," Arthur told him, pressing the sponge against the boy's lower back at the same time, "Do try and pay attention."

Also, up this close, he was free to say hello there little Merlin.

Hey! It wasn't that small.

"And smarmy," Merlin replied, tangling his legs with Arthur's in a way that might end in a broken nose. "And utterly silly."

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