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
***
“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
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04 October 2009
Fornication
Title: Fornication
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana - One Shot
Rating: R
Somehow they ended up on the cool stone of the floor, atop Morgana's gown...
***
His good fortune came most unexpectedly when delivering a sleeping draft to Morgana.
Merlin politely knocked on the door to Morgana’s chambers, expecting Gwen to answer. Instead, Morgana herself was at the door, dressed in the flimsiest nightgown Merlin had ever seen on a woman. It was so sheer he could see her form beneath it, from the dark, hard nipples that poked against the shimmering material, to the dark patch between her legs. He gulped and looked away.
“Um…I’m sorry, m’lady, I thought Gwen would be here.”
“She’s attending to other duties tonight. For Arthur. He keeps stealing her from me.”
She looked meaningfully at Merlin, he could feel it, but he was afraid that if he looked back his eyes would wander where they shouldn’t. He thrust the potion in her general direction and began mumbling.
“Oh, yeah, they’re doing…it…now…. Here you are.”
Her soft fingers pulled the drink from his hands.
“Thank you, Merlin.”
“You’re welcome. Good night.”
“Merlin!”
He was all but running from her, holding his jacket over his groin and hoping she didn’t notice the bulge that was starting to build there. He kept thinking about other things, like Gaius in his pants. Gaius in his pants was a guaranteed erection killer.
“Yes, m’lady?”
“Would you mind sitting with me? I don’t like to be alone when I’ve had a nightmare.”
The last thing he wanted to do was go into her bedchamber and try to avoid looking at her naked through her thin gown. Maybe, if he were lucky, she’d climb under the covers….
But it was summer, the nights were hot and sticky, which was why she was in those thin clothes to begin with.
“Well?” she prompted.
“Certainly. Anything for you.”
“How sweet,” she said, stepping back and holding open the door for him.
He moved over to the window and stared out over Camelot, which glittered in the night. The moon above was full, and illuminated the city in a pretty silver-blue glow. Behind him the room brightened just a bit. Morgana had lit another candle, right by her bed, but she was making no effort to get under the covers, just as he’d suspected.
Merlin wondered if she were toying with him, or if she was really unaware of how sheer her gown was, and how much of her he could see.
“Um, shouldn’t you be under the covers?”
She laughed. It came out as an amused little snort. “In this heat?”
“It’s just that I can see you.”
“I can see you too.”
Merlin swallowed. “No, I mean I can see you through your clothes.”
Morgana looked down and shrugged. “So you can. Is that why you’re so uneasy?”
Turning back to the window, Merlin nodded. He’d gotten another glimpse of Morgana’s breasts. They were bigger than he’d imagined they’d be naked, but not heavy-looking. They were very perky, and her nipples…damn her nipples were just jutting upward, hard as stone, and now he had a full-on, aching erection pressing against his trousers. He pulled off his jacket and held it before him to cover it up.
“Shouldn’t you drink your potion, Lady Morgana?”
“My, so formal.”
Merlin jumped. She’d gotten up and was right behind him, and he hadn’t heard her move. He was too preoccupied by the vision of her perky nipples to pay attention to what she was doing.
She leaned against him and he bit his lower lip hard, biting back a moan. Her breasts were pressed against his back, those hard nipples were very distinct against the thin shirt he wore. He could feel every detail of her now that he’d removed his jacket.
“Morgana? What are you doing?” Merlin was ashamed his voice had turned to a mousy squeak.
“Sleeping drafts will only go so far. I need to work off some tension. Considering how tense you are, you could stand to do the same.”
Her hands slid first up his back, and then down, before coming back to his waist and circling around to his belly, which was all tied up in knots inside. Merlin’s brain was shutting down. He needed to think less about what Morgana’s hands were making him feel and more about getting the hell out of there without offending her.
“I should go. I have a really busy day tomorrow,” he said. Thankfully the squeak was gone, replaced by a guttural, dry voice. At least it was manly.
“If you don’t want me, Merlin, all you have to do is say. I’ll understand.”
Not want her? Was Morgana mad? Of course he wanted her. Damn near every man in the kingdom wanted her.
“If anyone found out, I’d be a dead man. You couldn’t protect me.”
“Who would know?”
“I’m just a servant, Morgana. I’m not—you’re way out of my league. It would be pointless.”
Morgana laughed. “Merlin, I don’t want to marry you.” Her right hand moved down, easily inching his hands out of the way. They’d gone oddly weak, and his jacket fell to the floor. “I just want to…fornicate with you,” she finished.
That word, coming from that beautiful mouth, in combination with her hand stroking the length of his erection, undid all of Merlin’s resolve. He let her push him against the wall by the mirror, away from the open bedroom window where a cool breeze had finally decided to blow in.
“You surprise me,” Morgana said. Her voice had gone as guttural as his, made rough with lust. Her hand stroked the surprisingly long, thick shaft of his cock. It was a cock that belonged on a bigger man, not this lanky young bloke who followed after Arthur, and rather clumsily so.
Merlin responded with a sound of pure lust. If she didn’t get her hand off him, he was going to cum in his trousers.
As though she’d read his mind, Morgana pulled her hand away. The absence of her warm touch was jarring and unexpected, even though he’d been thinking she should stop. His cock was throbbing with such need, and she’d taken the comfort of her touch away. She backed away, looking at him with a mischievous grin.
Unease pooled in Merlin’s stomach. Had she only been teasing him? Would she demand he get out of her sight? To arouse him so and then cast him out would be such a cold, cruel thing to do, and he couldn’t imagine Morgana doing anything cold and cruel…
She didn’t tell him to get out. Instead, she reached up behind her neck, as though taking off a necklace. Seconds later, the flimsy gown she wore slid down her body and landed in a glistening pile on the floor. If Merlin thought he’d seen Morgana before he was wrong. Now she was fully naked before him, he saw every detail of her body and it was enough to damn near undo him. He fought for control, fought against the urge to rush her and pull her to the floor, spread her legs and begin pounding into into her—
He realized he was panting.
“Don’t hold back, Merlin,” Morgana said breathlessly. “Do whatever you desire.”
Luckily this wasn’t Merlin’s first time. Just before leaving for Camelot, he’d had three nights with a girl he’d fancied for years. Though three times hardly made him an expert, Merlin wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the act.
Now’s your chance to live every fantasy you’ve ever had about Morgana, Merlin thought.
He moved forward, took her face in his hands and kissed her, none too gently. He greedily drank in the taste of her, and she did the same of him. Somehow they ended up on the cool stone of the floor, atop Morgana’s gown.
-End
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana - One Shot
Rating: R
Somehow they ended up on the cool stone of the floor, atop Morgana's gown...
***
His good fortune came most unexpectedly when delivering a sleeping draft to Morgana.
Merlin politely knocked on the door to Morgana’s chambers, expecting Gwen to answer. Instead, Morgana herself was at the door, dressed in the flimsiest nightgown Merlin had ever seen on a woman. It was so sheer he could see her form beneath it, from the dark, hard nipples that poked against the shimmering material, to the dark patch between her legs. He gulped and looked away.
“Um…I’m sorry, m’lady, I thought Gwen would be here.”
“She’s attending to other duties tonight. For Arthur. He keeps stealing her from me.”
She looked meaningfully at Merlin, he could feel it, but he was afraid that if he looked back his eyes would wander where they shouldn’t. He thrust the potion in her general direction and began mumbling.
“Oh, yeah, they’re doing…it…now…. Here you are.”
Her soft fingers pulled the drink from his hands.
“Thank you, Merlin.”
“You’re welcome. Good night.”
“Merlin!”
He was all but running from her, holding his jacket over his groin and hoping she didn’t notice the bulge that was starting to build there. He kept thinking about other things, like Gaius in his pants. Gaius in his pants was a guaranteed erection killer.
“Yes, m’lady?”
“Would you mind sitting with me? I don’t like to be alone when I’ve had a nightmare.”
The last thing he wanted to do was go into her bedchamber and try to avoid looking at her naked through her thin gown. Maybe, if he were lucky, she’d climb under the covers….
But it was summer, the nights were hot and sticky, which was why she was in those thin clothes to begin with.
“Well?” she prompted.
“Certainly. Anything for you.”
“How sweet,” she said, stepping back and holding open the door for him.
He moved over to the window and stared out over Camelot, which glittered in the night. The moon above was full, and illuminated the city in a pretty silver-blue glow. Behind him the room brightened just a bit. Morgana had lit another candle, right by her bed, but she was making no effort to get under the covers, just as he’d suspected.
Merlin wondered if she were toying with him, or if she was really unaware of how sheer her gown was, and how much of her he could see.
“Um, shouldn’t you be under the covers?”
She laughed. It came out as an amused little snort. “In this heat?”
“It’s just that I can see you.”
“I can see you too.”
Merlin swallowed. “No, I mean I can see you through your clothes.”
Morgana looked down and shrugged. “So you can. Is that why you’re so uneasy?”
Turning back to the window, Merlin nodded. He’d gotten another glimpse of Morgana’s breasts. They were bigger than he’d imagined they’d be naked, but not heavy-looking. They were very perky, and her nipples…damn her nipples were just jutting upward, hard as stone, and now he had a full-on, aching erection pressing against his trousers. He pulled off his jacket and held it before him to cover it up.
“Shouldn’t you drink your potion, Lady Morgana?”
“My, so formal.”
Merlin jumped. She’d gotten up and was right behind him, and he hadn’t heard her move. He was too preoccupied by the vision of her perky nipples to pay attention to what she was doing.
She leaned against him and he bit his lower lip hard, biting back a moan. Her breasts were pressed against his back, those hard nipples were very distinct against the thin shirt he wore. He could feel every detail of her now that he’d removed his jacket.
“Morgana? What are you doing?” Merlin was ashamed his voice had turned to a mousy squeak.
“Sleeping drafts will only go so far. I need to work off some tension. Considering how tense you are, you could stand to do the same.”
Her hands slid first up his back, and then down, before coming back to his waist and circling around to his belly, which was all tied up in knots inside. Merlin’s brain was shutting down. He needed to think less about what Morgana’s hands were making him feel and more about getting the hell out of there without offending her.
“I should go. I have a really busy day tomorrow,” he said. Thankfully the squeak was gone, replaced by a guttural, dry voice. At least it was manly.
“If you don’t want me, Merlin, all you have to do is say. I’ll understand.”
Not want her? Was Morgana mad? Of course he wanted her. Damn near every man in the kingdom wanted her.
“If anyone found out, I’d be a dead man. You couldn’t protect me.”
“Who would know?”
“I’m just a servant, Morgana. I’m not—you’re way out of my league. It would be pointless.”
Morgana laughed. “Merlin, I don’t want to marry you.” Her right hand moved down, easily inching his hands out of the way. They’d gone oddly weak, and his jacket fell to the floor. “I just want to…fornicate with you,” she finished.
That word, coming from that beautiful mouth, in combination with her hand stroking the length of his erection, undid all of Merlin’s resolve. He let her push him against the wall by the mirror, away from the open bedroom window where a cool breeze had finally decided to blow in.
“You surprise me,” Morgana said. Her voice had gone as guttural as his, made rough with lust. Her hand stroked the surprisingly long, thick shaft of his cock. It was a cock that belonged on a bigger man, not this lanky young bloke who followed after Arthur, and rather clumsily so.
Merlin responded with a sound of pure lust. If she didn’t get her hand off him, he was going to cum in his trousers.
As though she’d read his mind, Morgana pulled her hand away. The absence of her warm touch was jarring and unexpected, even though he’d been thinking she should stop. His cock was throbbing with such need, and she’d taken the comfort of her touch away. She backed away, looking at him with a mischievous grin.
Unease pooled in Merlin’s stomach. Had she only been teasing him? Would she demand he get out of her sight? To arouse him so and then cast him out would be such a cold, cruel thing to do, and he couldn’t imagine Morgana doing anything cold and cruel…
She didn’t tell him to get out. Instead, she reached up behind her neck, as though taking off a necklace. Seconds later, the flimsy gown she wore slid down her body and landed in a glistening pile on the floor. If Merlin thought he’d seen Morgana before he was wrong. Now she was fully naked before him, he saw every detail of her body and it was enough to damn near undo him. He fought for control, fought against the urge to rush her and pull her to the floor, spread her legs and begin pounding into into her—
He realized he was panting.
“Don’t hold back, Merlin,” Morgana said breathlessly. “Do whatever you desire.”
Luckily this wasn’t Merlin’s first time. Just before leaving for Camelot, he’d had three nights with a girl he’d fancied for years. Though three times hardly made him an expert, Merlin wasn’t completely unfamiliar with the act.
Now’s your chance to live every fantasy you’ve ever had about Morgana, Merlin thought.
He moved forward, took her face in his hands and kissed her, none too gently. He greedily drank in the taste of her, and she did the same of him. Somehow they ended up on the cool stone of the floor, atop Morgana’s gown.
-End
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