Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Merlin's crush asks him to dance and more, but is she really what she appears to be?
Warnings: adult situations
Word Count: 816
Prompt: #254, You'll be Back
Author's Notes: I haven't written a scene like this in a while and it shows. ;P
Merlin watched her from across the room. Morgana. Easily the most beautiful woman at Camelot, Inc. She was talking to his friend, Gwen, who just then turned to nod at him. He saw Morgana follow her line of sight and notice him. She smiled and waved at him, and he found himself waving back. She couldn’t know, could she? Surely Gwen wouldn’t . . . Would she?
Morgana started walking toward him. He didn’t know what Gwen had said to her, but she was on her way now. He attempted to fight his panic at the thought of actually talking to her, but it was too late. She was upon him.
“HI, you’re Merlin, aren’t you?”
“Morgana. Want to dance?”
“Sure.” He took her offered hand and she pulled him out onto the dance floor. With her heels, she stood as tall as he did so he could look directly into her jade green eyes. He stared for a moment before he heard her speak again.
“This is where we get really close now.” She took his hands and put them on her hips while she slung hers around his neck. They began moving to the music and Merlin was so caught up in her he didn’t have time to panic anymore, so he just went with the flow.
No attempts at conversation were made. They simply moved with the music, pressing closer and closer. Merlin had no idea what was happening, and he didn’t really care. His crush had asked him to dance and here they were, pressing together at this unbelievably great office party.
When the music stopped, he attempted to move his hands, but Morgana’s were there to force them back to her hips. “I don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” She smirked at him while he nodded. And once again they were lost to the beat of the music.
Merlin lost count of how many songs they danced to, but he didn’t care. Every once in a while she would lick her lips like he was a tasty treat and he found himself responding to her moves with moves of his own. He hadn’t thought of himself as a great dancer, but here he was, moving with this gorgeous woman who obviously wanted to be with him. How lucky could he get?
Very lucky, apparently. One moment she was dancing, the next she’d stopped and taken his hand. “I’d like to continue this somewhere a bit more private, wouldn’t you?”
His heart nearly stopped. Morgana wanted to be alone with him? That could mean only one thing. Was he ready for this? There was no time to decide—she was pulling him down the hall and away from the party. She stopped in front of a door he knew to be a broom closet, pulled it open and gently shoved him inside. She stepped in and closed the door behind her. He felt her touch his face with one hand, then two and suddenly feverish lips were upon his.
His surprise didn’t last long. He began kissing her back with equal fervor. Her hands held his face while his wrapped around her back. He became lost in the sensation of her. She pulled him closer still, until they were pressed together, head to heel. If he hadn’t been aroused before, he definitely was now, every nerve humming at the sheer pleasure.
She nibbled at his lip, so he opened his mouth to her. And, oh, what delight! This was better than he’d imagined, and he’d imagined it plenty of times. Her hands traveled to his bum, where they squeezed. He gasped and his head dropped to her shoulder, where he turned it and began nibbling at her neck. “Yes, yes!” she panted.
He kissed his way back up to her lips and she took him in hungrily. She bit down on his lip, hard, and he broke the kiss with a “Hey!” and backed away from her.
He felt her hands on his face again, “What’s the matter? Don’t you like it a little rough?”
“A ‘little’ rough? Morgana, that hurt.”
“Aw, poor Merlin. Here, let me soothe your pain.” She moved forward again but he took another step back.
“If this is how you play, I don’t want any part of it.” He stepped around her as best he could and felt for the door’s latch.
He felt her hand on his arm just as he’d found the latch. “Come on, Merlin, it was just a bit of fun.”
“No, thanks.” He opened the door.
“You’ll be back. I know about your crush on me.”
Merlin turned to face her. “No, I don’t think I will. Goodnight.” He turned and walked away, the remnants of his crush fading. Even though he was disappointed in how the night had turned out, he didn’t need anyone like her in his life.