Homecoming

Rating: Adult, explicit sexual content.
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana. One-shot fic.
Summary: His warm, work-calloused hands unceremoniously pushed at her dress, hiking it up to expose long legs with flesh as white as bone…
Author’s Note: My Happy Ending for The Nightmare Begins
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“Merlin.”
“My lady.”
Merlin knew he was the last person Morgana expected to see, or probably even wanted to see right now. He couldn’t blame her. For the first time in her life Morgana had found a place where she could be herself, where she could live without fear of what was inside her, and because of him she’d had to leave it behind.
Even living in the forest in tents and scratching to survive off the land, the Druid camp had been a paradise compared to Camelot, and Merlin knew it. If he could, he probably would have stayed with them himself.
He would have stayed with her.
Morgana reluctantly opened the door and allowed Merlin entrance, moving stiffly on her injured leg. He felt like an intruder and a traitor both. He felt as though he should turn and leave and never return, and Morgana would be glad to see his back as he left. He really didn’t know why she’d let him in, unless she planned to rail at him for ruining her chance at a happy life, even if it would have been a hard one. At least she would have been able to learn how to master her powers.
“I wanted to check you were okay,” he said. It was partially true. He did want to make sure Morgana was okay, but he also sought something he didn’t expect to get. Forgiveness.
“I’m fine.”
She hesitated, and Merlin wondered what was going through her mind.
“What was said at the woods–”
“You can trust me, Morgana, I won’t tell anyone,” he said hastily. God, if Morgana only realized she could trust him to keep everything a secret, that would be something, at least.
To his surprise, she smiled.
“Thank you, Merlin. I know now who I really am, and it isn’t something to be scared of. Maybe one day people will come to see magic as a force for good.”
She smiled again. It was then that Merlin realized she wasn’t angry with him. She wasn’t holding a grudge. He felt his throat tighten with emotion.
“Um...”
Merlin struggled to think of what was appropriate to say. He wanted to tell her he loved her, that she’d cut his heart when she’d first refused to return to Camelot. He’d understood why she didn’t want to return, but the idea of living in that blasted place without her...she was his one ray of light in the darkness that Camelot was.
Morgana waited patiently, knowingly. For the first time since her return she looked into his eyes, she saw what he felt for her, and she didn’t shy away from it.
Possessed by something, madness or foolishness perhaps, Merlin stepped close to Morgana, put a hand to her face, his long fingers slipping into the soft locks of her hair, and pulled her to him. She didn’t resist. In fact, she came willingly.
The kiss awakened more inside of them than either of them expected. Love shrouded in lust fueled their shaking, desperately searching hands. They’d denied this secret desire for too long. Now they were giving in, and it was almost more than they could bear.
A gust of hot wind blew around them as Merlin scooped Morgana off the floor. She eagerly wrapped her legs around him and continued to kiss him hungrily, even as he pushed her against the nearest wall. His warm, work-calloused hands unceremoniously pushed at her dress, hiking it up to expose long legs with flesh as white as bone and soft as silk. Her own hands worked feverishly to free Merlin’s burgeoning erection from his trousers. He was hard as iron when he finally lowered her over him and slid slowly inside her.
“Merlin...”
Morgana threw her head back, exposing the soft pale flesh of her neck which was marbled with blue veins. He got a brief glimpse of her eyes before her eyelids fluttered shut. They glowed red, just as his did when he used magic. The heat in the room kicked up, slicking their already moistened skin with even more sweat, and something.
Merlin’s thrusts came faster until he pounded into her with dark lust and wild abandon. Morgana moaned in a voice that almost wasn’t her own, though it was rough and heavy with as much desire as his voice. His hands gripped her ass, probably hard enough to hurt, just as her fingers dug into his shoulders in a vice-tight grip, though he barely noticed the pain–not with the kind of pleasure he felt with each hard thrust into her tight body. 
Deep inside, Morgana’s body clenched around him, her head thrown back as she cried out as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through the core of her body. With a few last erratic thrusts Merlin reached his release as well, and leaned heavily against her. He thought only magic kept him on his feet in that moment.
Morgana looked down at him, her forehead came to rest against his, their breath intermingled in hot puffs that gradually slowed as they caught their breath.
“It’s good to have you back,” he said in a hoarse voice. He felt her lips curve against his as she kissed him lightly.
“Thank you, Merlin.”
He withdrew from her, they spent a few silent moments fixing their clothes, and then she reluctantly opened the door open for him.
“Sleep well,” she said, as he walked out.
He nodded, wishing he could stay with her, knowing he never would have that privilege, and started down the stairs to head home.

-End