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Arthur glances at the clock on his laptop to find it reads 11:11.
11:11 on 11-11-11, Merlin had explained, ever patient with Arthur's inherent practicality. Most epic wish ever. If any wish is going to come true, Arthur, it's the one you make then.
Arthur rolls his eyes, but glances back at the clock. It hasn't changed.
I wish Merlin were here, Arthur thinks, and for a second wildly hopes Merlin might appear out of thin air, violin still in hand.
Ridiculous. Merlin is in France practicing his being a musical prodigy, like he has been for the past week. Arthur rolls his eyes again at his inability to be sensible where Merlin is concerned, and tries to get back to work.
Two minutes later, Merlin walks through his office door, kicks it shut behind him, climbs into Arthur's lap, and kisses him breathless.
When Merlin pulls away a little, Arthur can't do any more than gape at him because fuck a duck, it actually worked. Merlin grins, eyes sparkling, and leans his forehead against Arthur's as he slowly slides his arms around Arthur's shoulders and threads his lovely fingers into Arthur's hair.
Arthur's brain finally starts to catch up with the fact that Merlin is here and he wraps his arms around Merlin's back, pulling him in tighter. He tilts his mouth up for a kiss, and can feel Merlin still smiling as he falls into it. The kiss is deep and sweet, and Arthur refuses to stop until he has completely relearned the taste of Merlin's mouth.
Panting a little, Merlin nuzzles at Arthur's ear and whispers, "Take me home?"
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"What did you wish for?" Arthur asks Merlin as they lie in their bed, bodies just tangled enough to be reassuring.
Merlin has that proud, happy look, the one he gets when he realizes he's affected Arthur's sensible life (if he only knew). "I wished that your meeting schedule would be clear this afternoon."