Title: Extreme Snuggling
Character/s: Merlin, Morgana
Summary: Merlin's visited at night by an agitated Morgana.
Word Count: 702
Prompt: #180, Sunggle
Author's Notes: Follow on from my last drabble, Getting to Know You.
About a week after Merlin started his new job, he received a knock on his door. He groaned—it had been a particularly grueling day of physical bodyguard training and all he wanted to do was lie on his sofa and watch something crappy on the telly. But he heaved himself up and shuffled to the door.
Morgana was on the other side and she looked edgy. “Hey, Merlin, can I come in? Good, thanks.” She brushed past him into his living area before Merlin could say anything.
“Sure, come in,” he replied lamely. He closed the door and turned to face his invader. “So, what brings you—?”
“Look, Merlin, I-I like you.”
“Okay? I like you too, Morgana—”
“No, Merlin. I mean, I like you. More than a professional should, more than a friend should. I didn’t want to beat around the bush about it.”
“’Beat around the bush’? Morgana, I’ve only known you for a week!”
“Aw, screw this.” She lunged forward and took his face between her hands. Then she pulled his lips to hers.
Merlin couldn’t think for a few seconds. During that time, Morgana devoured his lips. When he finally recovered, he kissed back with equal force. His hands slid around her waist to pull her closer while hers slid into his hair to hold him in place. She hummed then broke away to look at him with glazed eyes. His heart was beating fast as he watched her, not sure what to expect next.
He finally broke the silence. “Okay. Got it. You like me. I-I’m definitely interested in you.”
She laughed a beautiful, rich laugh that made him tingle. “So . . . whatcha doing tonight?”
“Oh, nothing. Just watching some crappy film. Care to join me?”
“Sure. I love to snuggle.” But the word “snuggle” had a particular subtext, he was pretty sure.
“Have a seat. Ice cream?”
“No, thanks.” She patted the cushion next to her thigh. “Just come on over.” She looked up at the screen and frowned at it a moment before happily exclaiming, “Oh, Kung Fu Hustle! This has to be one of the worst martial arts films ever made. I love it!”
Merlin was totally flummoxed, but took a seat next to Morgana. In fact, she plastered herself to his side, nearly climbing into his lap. He pulled the throw over so it covered the both of them and turned to face the screen. A moment later, he found his head being turned and insistent lips fastened to his. Her hands were back in his hair and she’d thrown a leg over his lap.
He found himself extremely diverted and didn’t waste a second. His hands ran down her sides to hold onto her hips. Her tongue licked at his bottom lip—he took that as a hint to open his mouth. The tongue sliding slowly into his mouth signaled his correct guess. She moaned as he used his to battle hers for a moment before darting into her mouth for exploration
She straddled him now and pushed him into the back of the sofa. Her weight was deliciously pressed to his front and he used his leverage on her hips to pull her closer. He moaned and broke away to kiss down her jaw and throat, down to her collarbone. She made the most maddening gasping noises, which suddenly came way too close together. She couldn’t have been that turned on yet, could she? He opened his eyes and . . .
. . . Found himself lying on his back on his sofa. There was no Morgana with him, only one of the sofa’s pillows, which must have fallen on him. He sighed and punched the pillow off of him. The telly was playing something that looked like a porno, which explained the gasping. He clicked it off and groaned as he stretched. His glance at the clock confirmed it was well past his bedtime, so he got up and dragged himself to bed.
It’s really too bad that was a dream, he thought, I could use something real to diffuse all this tension. He sighed, rolled over, and eventually dropped off to sleep again.