Title: Something Beautiful
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Morgana contemplates her relationship w/Merlin while he searches her room for the goblin (pretend 2.12 didn't happen)
Word Count: 608
Prompt: #169, I'm Here
Author's Notes: inspired by a scene from "Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom"
Morgana sat at her vanity, brushing her hair and contemplating the puzzle that was Merlin. Or rather, her relationship with him. They'd been good friends for about three years now, but she'd started feeling more for him in the last few months. And she thought that he felt more for her too. He'd helped her numerous times, brought her flowers and shared amusing tales about Arthur with her. But what should she do about it?
The major problem was, of course, their status difference. Royals and servants didn't mix. Ever. But lately she'd noticed longing glances between Arthur and Gwen—something was happening there. So if they could conduct a secret relationship then she could too.
She'd just decided to seek Merlin out when her door creaked slightly open. Nothing came through, so she stood and walked toward the door. She jumped back when there was a furious knock followed by the man she'd been thinking of bursting into her chambers.
He seemed surprised to her there. “Morgana, hi.” He glanced around her room. “You didn't see anything unusual enter, did you?”
Huh? “No, I—”
He gave her an odd look and ran past her to her vanity. But he stopped short and stood there scratching his head.
But he suddenly ran toward her bed and dived underneath. What? He seemed to struggle with something for a bit before backing out, muttering about who knows what. He began stalking toward her and she stepped into his path. “Merlin, I'm right here.”
He looked at her with surprise, like he'd forgotten her presence. “Um, okay.” Then he walked off to another corner of her chamber. If she didn't know any better, she'd guess he was either avoiding her or looking for something. But why—or what?
Her irritation mounted. She stalked over to him as he began walking toward the door. She put out her hand to stop him. “Why are you here? You've been avoiding me the entire time. I thought we meant more to each other than that.”
He stared at her wide-eyed for a moment before his eyes darted to her right. “Sorry, Morgana, I'm kind of busy—” he stopped abruptly before trying to move around her again.
She stepped in front of him again and said, “No, you don't,” before grabbing him by the collar and pulling his lips down to hers.
He squirmed for a few moments before relaxing into the kiss. His arms came around her waist while hers moved to the back of his neck. She melted and pulled them closer together. He made a soft noise and one hand drifted up her back to hold her more securely.
When they broke apart, they didn't move away from each other. “Told you,” she said.
He laughed. “Yes, you did. I didn't know . . .”
“Yes, you did. You were preoccupied?”
“Oh, yeah, sorry about that. But you definitely have my attention now.”
“Good.” She leaned up for another sweet, lingering kiss, which he returned. “What was it anyway?”
“Oh, nothing I can't return to later.” He cupped the side of her face. “Thank you for enlightening me, but I really do have an errand to finish.”
He leaned down to kiss her this time.
She pouted. “Okay, but we need to talk. Come here tonight?”
“I wouldn't miss it.” He gave her one more lingering kiss before turning away to leave her chambers.
She twirled around before sitting on her bed. It was wonderful to have her feelings confirmed and returned. She couldn’t help thinking, this is the start of something beautiful.