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Holiday Dessert by HPFangirl71
Merlin couldn’t hold the laughter back as he entered the smoke-filled kitchen. Arthur was cussing loudly and pulling a blackened bird from the oven, the counters covered with various inedible-looking dishes.
Arthur grimly turned to face him.
“I wanted to cook you the perfect dinner for our first holiday together.”
“Let’s just be thankful you didn’t burn the house down.” Merlin replied with a barely suppressed chuckle.
“So glad you’re amused.”
Merlin embraced his disgruntled lover, still smiling.
“Don’t worry love; I only wanted dessert.” Merlin whispered against Arthur’s ear, his hand disappearing down the front of his husband’s trousers…