A/N Hello fellow Merlin lovers! I've been an avid Mergana fanfic reader for several years now and have always wanted to write my own but never had. However, I've made it my New Years resolution to stop making excuses and just do it. So here it is. I'll spare you 'please be kind it's my first story' crap and simply say that I hope you enjoy! Any feedback is welcome.

Chapter 1

"Go collect firewood he says. Go get water he says. Oh yeah sure your highness, and while I'm out perhaps I should eliminate a magical threat? Oh yes that would be a fine thing. How about saving your life while I'm at it? Yes yes of course your royal prat," Merlin grumbled as he trudged through the forest. He looked over his shoulder just in time to catch the knights wrestling over each other to get, without doubt, the last scraps of the soup Merlin had just finished making before being sent out to do the frivolous chores that were inherently his due to his 'servant' station.

He heaved a heavy sigh.

It wasn't that that he had forgotten his place and deep down he knew he had no right to be this disgruntled with his work, but honestly. After everything happened with thwarting Morgana this last time….well he just felt like an equal for a minute, a companion, an advisor, something he so desperately wanted to be. He was tired of this master/servant bit. When did he get the respect that he earned on a daily…no no hourly basis?

Another exasperated sigh slipped from his lips as he picked up more firewood. His musings were only frustrating him even more. He threw the twigs and sticks he'd collected into a pile as he proceeded through the thicket to the watering hole. He pushed the thick vines away and

Splash

He froze. "What the bloody hell was that?" he muttered under his breath. Splash. There it was again. He could just feel magic emanating from someone close by. He gently set down the bucket, careful to not make any noise and tenderly as possible made his way to a better vantage point.

As soon as he saw her, he wished he hadn't. But there she was, his most dangerous foe. Arch nemesis, though unbeknownst to her. Morgana Le Fay. Or should he call her Morgana Pendragon now? He didn't know and as she climbed out of the water he didn't care. She was so wondrously, frighteningly naked that he couldn't have taken his eyes off her if his life depended on it. Which it very might. The water dripped off her thin frame and the term sun kissed took on a new meaning. Her hair, her shoulder, her breasts….god those breasts, they glistened. She sat down on the shore and wrung her hair out, sitting so her knees pressed against her chest, unashamed of her nudity.

Merlin became aware that he was moaning. Embarrassed, he immediately pulled his shirt down over his pants, he knew it was silly since she had know idea he was there, and no idea how turned on he was, but old habits die hard. This action snapped him out of his trance. "oh god oh god what to do what to do" his mind raced as he frantically ran through all the scenarios. One she sees him and he's, well, dead. In more ways than one. Or two Arthur comes looking for him and finds him in this ahem, state, gawking at Camelot's number one most wanted and oh that's right, Merlin's dead again. There was no easy way out. He thought Morgana had died after the stab wound, but that would be too easy. She still had to torment him in so many ways.

Mmmhhhmm

Merlin's head snapped back to Morgana. Oh for the love of the Old Religion, what was she doing? Morgana's left hand slowly trailed from her wet locks down to her pert breast as she rubbed her thumb over her nipple, throwing her head back and biting he lip as she did. Merlin gulped, it was all he could do not to stroke himself right there. Her right hand was performing delicious ministrations on her most sensitive area and she made no effort to hide her enjoyment of these activities.

Yes, she whispered as her breath hitched. Merlin was at a lost. He was so painfully hard he couldn't think. And then she did something so surprising, it put the rest of this day to shame.

Merlin

Merlin ducked down. Was she truly calling his name right now? She had to know he was there watching, why else would she do that? He waited anxiously for her to blast him from the bushes.

Merrrrrlin she cried out

Oh god, this couldn't be real. He'd dreamed so many times that it would be his name on her lips as she did this. After all, it was her name on his. Merlin closed his eyes reveling in the moment

Merlin!

It didn't sound like Morgana anymore, in fact whose voice was that?

MERLIN!

Merlin shot up, grabbing his covers as he did.

"Good Morning! Finally I might add. You know Merlin, you are most difficult to wake up, it's like awakening a dragon," Gaius said with a smirk in the corner of his mouth.