Part 1
Merlin POV
"Merlin!" Morgana hissed.
I loved the way she said my name. She said it like she was savouring a hard boiled sweet by licking her tongue around it. Truth be told, I'd be lying if I said I didn't find her attractive. She was gorgeous even when she was stalking towards me murderously like that. I wonder what I've done now.
"Stop acting so innocent Merlin, you know what I'm talking about!" Her voice gained in intensity. I honestly had no clue; with Morgana everything seemed a mystery. Like how she remained so beautiful whilst partaking in such evil sorcery. Surely that must defy the laws of magic? She should have warts or something. But even if she was covered in the most awful boils her eyes would still mesmerise me.
"Merlin!" she snapped, "Are you even listening to me?"
"Uh-" How was I going to get myself out of this one? Morgana started walking towards me and I instinctively took a few steps back. Despite my height over her she still never failed to intimidate me. She seemed a little flustered as she reached me as if her short walk had tired her. That was most unlike the fit swordswomen I knew. Surprisingly her eyes softened and her head ducked making her seem like she was going to cry.
"Morgana, are you okay?" I asked gently. I contemplated putting my arm around her to soothe her but then decided against it when he head snapped up and she started glaring at me again. I think she noticed though.
"Yes of course I'm okay Merlin. What on earth can be wrong?" she replied exasperatedly.
What is it about girls that make them change their minds so quickly? One minute they are about to cry and the next they are screaming down your throat. Honestly, it's not like they have to worry about ruling Camelot or anything. This is why we have Kings and not Queens. They are just too temperamental. Oh wait, she's the second in the line. I bloody well hope Arthur doesn't die without an old enough heir. With this woman on the throne Camelot will go topsy-turvy.
"Merlin, you weren't supposed to answer that." How did she work that out? Women are the most confusing creatures ever. And now she looked nervous. Is there ever going to be an end to her mood swings?
She took a deep breath in, "Merlin I know your secret," she rushed out. That I like her? How could she possibly know? Unless she meant sorcery. What if she tells Uther? Camelot will die. I can't let that happen. I opened my mouth to plead and beg to her but she beat me to it.
"Don't worry Merlin, my lips are sealed." My first thought was not to believe her but then her face looked so sincere and her rosy lips so plump. Why did she have to bring those infernally gorgeous lips into it? Soon this woman would kill me just by looking at her.
AN: I wrote this at 5 in the morning! Couldn't sleep and had it in my head so decided I would just wake up and write it. Second part in Morgana's POV will be up a little later today once I've typed it up. R&R please (: