Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: The couple enjoy a moment of tenderness.
Word Count: 296
Prompt: #246, Bruises
Author's Notes: Continued from last week's drabble.
“Morgana, I—” Merlin started. His fingers tightened on her waist.
“Ow, Merlin, you’ll leave bruises,” Morgana complained.
His hands relaxed but he didn’t let go of her. “I-I—we shouldn’t be doing this.”
“I know, but it’s such agony being without you.”
“I feel it too.” He dropped his head to her shoulder. “How did we come so far so fast?”
She reached a hand to his face. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve been feeling this way for a while now.”
He lifted his head. “You have?”
She touched his face again. “Merlin, you’ve shown me that nobility isn’t confined to those of noble blood. I grew to admire you, then love you for it.”
“I love you too, Morgana.” He lowered his head until his mouth met hers. Both “mm’ed” in relief from the tension and relaxed into the kiss. Her hands slid from his face to his shoulders and his roamed up her back. Both held tightly, afraid to let each other go.
Merlin broke away and rested his forehead on hers. “The first one may have been accidental but this one was on purpose.”
Morgana giggled. Then she sighed. “As much as I would love to stay like this all night, you’d better get going. I don’t want you to get caught here.”
“Of course.” He brushed his lips once more over hers. “I’ll miss you.”
“I’ll miss you too. But we’ll figure this out somehow. I know we will.”
He backed away slowly. “Goodnight, Morgana.”
“Goodnight, Merlin.” She watched him open the door and look around before stepping out. Being without him would be awful, but at least now she knew he felt the same way. And that was enough sweetness to last until they could be together again.