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Fic: Consequences
Title: Consequences
Fandom: Merlin
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Graphic sex; the most minor, inconsequential spoilers for 2x03
Length: ~850
A/N: Written for Vagina Fest: Round Two. I have a mountain of other things I need to write, but what can you do?



Morgana's eyes flash gold and invisible hands throw Merlin onto her bed. "You should have been honest with me," she bites out. "The second you knew, you should have told me."

"I know." Merlin meets her eyes. He won't look away. He owes her that, at least.

"Why did you lie to me for so long? Why did you let me think I was going insane?" Her voice is cold and lethal, and she watches him like a predator.

Merlin swallows. What had been perfectly valid reasons are looking more and more like pathetic excuses under her furious gaze. "I thought... that I was doing what was best for you."

Morgana laughs, a harsh, dangerous sound. "Because of course I couldn't be trusted to make decisions for myself. Morgana can't be allowed to worry her pretty little head about magic, about her own life. Leave that to men. Is that right?"

Merlin wants to deny it, but that sounds far too close to the truth. "I didn't mean to hurt you."

She marches up to him and wraps her hand around his throat. "And yet you did."

The pressure on his throat feels strange and unnerving. It's probably the wrong thought to have, but Merlin can't help noticing how glorious Morgana looks when she's angry. But there's more than anger there. There's hurt and the long aftereffects of fear. "I'm sorry," he says. He means it.

"You should be." She leans down, her hair falling around them like a dark curtain. Her eyes meet his, and the sound of their breathing is the only thing breaking the heavy silence. "I haven't forgiven you," she tells him roughly. "I won't for a very long time, if ever." Then she kisses him fiercely. Merlin's eyes widen and he starts to push himself up, but Morgana's magic hold him down as she tightens her grip on his throat very slightly. She stares at him, her expression inscrutable. "You could break free, couldn't you?" she asks softly.

He's through lying to her. "Yes."

"But you won't."

"No."

That's all she needs. She kisses him again, hard enough to bruise. She works her hands under his shirt. Her fingers are soft and cool against his skin, and he can't keep himself from gasping. He wants to run his fingers through her hair, but when he tries to lift his hands, her magic still holds him fast. "It's your turn to feel helpless," she says.

He laughs shakily. "You have never been helpless, my lady." She laughs back, just a little, her eyes wild and bright with a light that has nothing to do with magic and everything to do with her own inner fire.

Some of the tension has lightened, and Morgana has apparently pulled herself back from the knife's edge. But there's still something mad and untamed in her smile, and she still has her hand wrapped lightly around Merlin's throat. She brushes her fingers over his lips. "Show me something," she whispers. Merlin doesn't need to ask what she means. Grinning, he unties the laces of her dress without moving a finger, and his breath catches as fabric fall away to reveal bare skin. Morgana gives him a knowing smirk, and she leans in to kiss him again as she unlaces his pants and wraps her hand around his cock. Merlin moans and wriggles as best he can. Morgana finally takes her hand off of his throat, positioning herself over him before lowering herself onto his cock. She groans softly and tosses her head, shifting slightly. Then she puts her hands on his chest and begins to ride him.

It's maddening, being unable to move, but the hungry look on Morgana's face makes it more than worth it. Merlin considers slowing down time just to make this moment last longer. Morgana slips off her shift, freeing her bare breasts. Merlin is unable to hold back a whimper. "Maybe someday you'll get to touch them," Morgana tells him smugly.

"You're evil," Merlin pants out.

"You love it." She slams her hips down, and Merlin comes with a hoarse cry. Morgana slides off of him. She wriggles her fingers at him, then slips them inside herself. She moans and twists as she pleasures herself, letting out a breathy sigh as she brings herself to climax. Only then does Merlin feel the invisible pressure lift. He sits up, trembling.

"That was..." he starts, before Morgana cuts him off with a kiss. It's soft at first, until she bites his lip just hard enough to be uncomfortable.

"I still haven't forgiven you." She says firmly.

"Right."

"You should go. Arthur will want you first thing in the morning."

Merlin groans dejectedly. "He's such a prat."

"Yes, but he's our prat."

"True." Reluctantly, Merlin stands and walks to the door.

"Merlin?" He turns at the sound of Morgana's voice. She's smiling, just a little. "I might forgive you. Someday."

Merlin grins. "Goodnight, my lady." He shuts the door behind him and walks back to his room, glad that the halls are empty, so there's no one to see the ridiculous look on his face.