Title: Bucking the System
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Continued from last drabble, Merlin and Morgana resolved to follow the rules, but do they?
Word Count: 315
Prompt: #245, Enough
Author's Notes: This went a totally different direction than I had planned.
A knock sounded at Morgana’s door. She had been expecting it, and since Gwen had already gone home, she opened the door herself. Standing there was the person she most wanted to see but wasn’t supposed to want to see—Merlin.
He held a tiny bottle in his hand and reached out to her with it. “Your sleeping draught, milady.” No one said “My Lady” quite like Merlin did, running the words together in a tender tone. It was like he was saying her name.
“Thank you, Merlin,” she replied. That was it. That was as far as their exchange was allowed to go, officially. But unofficially, oh the things she wanted to do!
Ever since that moment she had tripped and he had caught her, feeling had woken within her. They’d kissed then, and oh, what a sensation that had been! But they’d also been caught by Arthur, who had warned them within an inch of their lives, to not get caught again. They’d decided then and there that the only way to not get caught together was to stay apart. But what agony that was! And she could tell from the look on Merlin’s face that it was agony to him as well. His hands were curled into white-knuckled fists at his sides.
She needed to dismiss him, to turn him away and close the door behind him and forget that evening. Forget the emotions it evoked and think of higher, nobler causes. To not dwell on how miserable they both were apart and remember the words Arthur had spoken to them. But, oh, how hard and painful it was!
“Merlin . . .” her voice trembled.
His eyes searched her face and he immediately reached out to shut the door behind him. “Morgana,” he replied, arms reaching toward her now. She stepped into them and they both sighed, contented. It was enough.