Character/s: Merlin, Morgana, Will
Summary: A surprise comes out in the heat of the moment.
Word Count: 671
Prompt: #230, the heat of the moment
Author's Notes: Part of my Rising Star universe, found here.
Merlin looked up at the jingle of the door. Another customer—although this one was dressed rather shabbily. Oh. This time he recognized Morgana’s disguise before he could make a fool of himself. “Hello, Miss, what can I get for you?”
Morgana came close to the counter and leaned over it. “What I want isn’t on the menu,” she whispered. Louder, she said, “Hot chocolate, extra whipped cream. To go.”
“Well, you are off in five minutes, right?”
“Oh, yeah.” He’d been so entranced he’d forgotten his shift was almost over.
“Good.” She sat down at a table to wait.
Merlin turned to make the drink. Will came in just then, tying his apron on. “You ready to clock out, mate?”
“Yes I am,” Merlin replied, “as soon as I finish this.” He squirted the whipped cream on then took it over to Morgana, who sighed appreciatively.
“Thanks. Oh, and don’t be long.” She blew him a kiss as he turned to take off his apron and collect his things.
Once he returned to the front, he offered her his arm. “Going my way?”
“Why yes I am.” She stood and took his arm, hot chocolate in her other hand. They left the shop together and paused on the sidewalk in front.
“Your place or mine?” Merlin asked.
“Yours. It’s closer.” She gave him a bright smile and the set off in the direction of Merlin’s flat.
“So, what did you have in mind for this evening?”
She hummed. “Dinner and a DVD? I feel like Chinese tonight.”
He smiled. “All right. You’re paying.”
“Naturally.” They both laughed.
They kept up the lighthearted banter all the way to the flat. Once inside, Morgana took off her hat, sunglasses and jacket. She sprawled on the sofa and relaxed. “Well?”
“Oh, of course, your highness.” He picked up the phone and ordered her favorite Chinese entrées. Then he settled down next to her on the sofa. “So what do we do while we wait? Choose a DVD?”
“I can think of something better.” She leaned closer and pressed their lips together.
“Mm, I like this idea,” he said when they broke apart. He threaded a hand into her hair and brought her close again. He pushed their lips together and they turned to face each other.
Morgana licked at his bottom lip to gain entrance into his mouth. He let her then pulled her onto his lap. She straddled him and reached both hands around to hold his neck. He moaned and his hands drifted down her back to hold onto her hips.
A warm shiver ran down her back as their chests pressed together. She moaned when a hand reached under her shirt and began stroking her back. They broke briefly for air, but dove in again. He pressed his palms flat against her back to pull her impossibly closer.
He broke away to start kissing her neck. She mm’ed and let herself sink into the moment. He’d moved down to her collarbone when she spoke again, “I love you.”
Merlin paused in his ministrations and brought his head up so his eyes met hers. “What did you say?”
Morgana flushed, but decided to simply speak the truth. “I love you.”
“You love me? But—”
“It hasn’t been long enough?” She laughed. “Oh Merlin, it’s been long enough for me to know what love feels like. After kissing so many frogs . . .”
He grinned at her. “I wasn’t going to say that. I was going to say, ‘But I wanted to say it first.’”
“Oh.” She cocked her head, puzzled. After a moment, the truth of what he’d said washed over her. “Oh!” A smile lit up her features and she leaned forward to press their lips together again.
By the time they were interrupted by a knock, both had swollen lips and bright eyes. Merlin straightened out his clothing and answered the door.
After dinner had been consumed, neither felt the inclination to watch a DVD.