I felt like writing a Merlin/Morgana drabble, and this is the result.
Just before this scene takes place, Morgana finds out that Merlin is a warlock. Merlin pleads Morgana to keep his magic secret. It doesn't really make much sense, but I decided to upload it anyway.
Merlin touched Morgana's forearm, his fingers flinching slightly as they brushed bare skin. "Morgana," he said quietly, a tone of urgency creeping into his voice. "You should know by now that I'm not the bad guy. I don't want to hurt anyone, or take over the kingdom, or anything."
"Yes," Morgana whispered. She turned her head away from Merlin, averting her gaze.
"Morgana," Merlin repeated her name, his fingers coiling around her wrist. "Yes, I can do magic. Yes, I'm a warlock." He paused, letting a wall of silence build up between them before he continued. "But does it matter?"
Morgana glanced at him, her face pale. "But what would Uther say?"
"Please don't tell him, Morgana," Merlin responded urgently, tightening his grip. "This can be between us. You, Gaius and me. No one else needs to know."
"But magic is against the rules..." Morgana let her voice drift away as she stared into his eyes. Usually the most clearest blue, tendrils the colour of gold were now swimming amongst his gaze. There was magic in those eyes - complete magic, like Morgana had never seen before. Other peoples eyes held closely guarded secrets - Merlin's were an open book. How had she never noticed before?
"Morgana," Merlin murmured her name softly, his eyes still locked with hers. His hand moved to her face, and he slowly pushed away a stray strand of hair from her cheek. "Please..."
Heat radiated from where his skin touched hers. They were so close together; Merlin with one hand holding Morgana's wrist; the other hand resting against her dark hair. Passion suddenly crashed over Morgana, and without thinking she reached up her free hand and, curling her fingers through his hair, pulled his face down towards her. She stared into his surprised eyes... those beautiful, blue-gold eyes.
"I won't tell."
Swiftly, Morgana's lips crushed against Merlin's. Instinctively, Merlin let go of her wrist, wrapping his arm around her waist instead. He lifted her slightly, rippling her dress while she fell against his chest, one hand grasping his shirt. Clutching at each other, their bodies melding together, they continued their kiss.
Suddenly, they both let go of one another and took a step back, gasping for air. It was over.
"Mor... Morgana..." Merlin was stuttering, his ears turning pink, his eyes not meeting hers. "I'm so, so sorry, I didn't mean-"
His words were cut off as Morgana threw herself at him, draping her arms around his neck. She kissed him again quickly, and then broke away, her eyes searching his. Morgana could still read them; noticing the same passion that consumed her was flowing through him too. She stood up on tiptoe, resting her head against his shoulder. She could smell herbs, soup, and sweat on his jacket. An earthly scent. Quietly, she whispered into his ear.
"Don't be, Merlin," she said softly. She ran a light hand through his hair, her skin tingling in excitement. "I'll keep your magic secret."
His lips met hers.