Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Morgana wakes Merlin up 'cause she's got something to say to him.
Word Count: 461
Author's Notes: Continued from last week.
Morgana sensed Merlin falling asleep and elbowed him in the ribs. “Hey, wake up!”
“I’m awake!” Merlin yelped, shaking himself a bit. “What is it?”
“You fell asleep on me.”
“Well yeah, I’m comfortable and I’ve had a really long day. What do you expect?”
Morgana turned to face him. “I expect you to stay awake long enough to ask you something.”
Merlin’s eyes tightened in confusion. “What did you want to ask me?”
Morgana reached into the pocket of her jeans and pulled out a little velvet drawstring bag. She held it in her fist and looked directly into his eyes. “Merlin, I’ve really enjoyed these last few months with you.”
“Yeah?” He smiled, still confused. “I’ve enjoyed being with you too.”
She opened the bag and dumped the contents into the palm of her hand. Merlin’s eyes widened and he looked back at her. “I know I haven’t said it in so many words, but I love you. Will you marry me?”
He stared at her, speechless. She blushed and ducked her head but held out the ring to him. He reached out and lifted her head until their eyes met again. “I love you too. And yes, I will marry you.” Merlin took the ring and slid it onto his finger. He admired it for a moment before he was tackled back into the arm of the sofa.
Morgana covered his face in kisses before finally getting to his lips. Her kiss spoke many emotions to him—love, gratitude, relief, and lust. He kissed her back with equal intensity. She gradually pressed closer and closer to him until she straddled him. He put his arms around her to pull her impossibly closer and she ran her hands through his hair until he moaned.
She broke away then to look at him, smiled then dived back in. When she broke away again, Merlin smiled goofily up at her. “I guess that was the right answer then.”
“You’ve got it.” She ran a hand through his hair to straighten it up, but gave up after a moment. She laid her head on his chest and sighed contentedly.
“I suppose you’ll need a ring as well,” he said, running a hand through her hair.
She smiled. “No need. I’ve already got it.” She put a hand in another pocket of her jeans and pulled out a simple gold band with a single diamond. He took it from her and slid it onto her hand.
“There. Now we match.” He admired the ring on her hand and grinned. Now this was the perfect way to end a not-so-great day—curled up on his sofa with his brand new fiancée. Now really content at last, the two fell asleep on the sofa together.