This fic is based on the song Lips of an Angel by Hinder. none of the characters are mine, but Morgana and Arthur are not related.
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Honey why you calling me so late?
It's kinda hard to talk right now.
Honey why are you crying? Is everything okay?
I gotta whisper 'cause I can't be too loud
"Morgana?"
It was late and Arthur wasn't (but he was hoping for) expecting it. When he heard a sob on the other side of the phone line, he asked her if she was okay. She told him no. His wife rolled over in bed beside him and he quickly left her, making his way into the kitchen.
Well, my girl's in the next room
Sometimes I wish she was you
I guess we never really moved on
He looked to the bedroom he shared with his wife as Morgana told him about what happened between her and her sister. He could see Gwen's silhouette in the white sheets, but he imagined her hair was darker, her frame longer and her skin so pale it would glow in the moonlight.
It's really good to hear your voice saying my name
It sounds so sweet
Coming from the lips of an angel
Hearing those words it makes me weak
"Arthur?"
He thought about how he promised himself every night that he would end it. This affair they were having. He was married for Christ's sake and she had a boyfriend. But then he would dream about her saying his name and it was so sweet but nothing could compare to when she said it in real life. Oh, he could never end it. Never.
And I never wanna say goodbye
But girl you make it hard to be faithful
With the lips of an angel
He never wanted to put the phone down. Never wanted to stop talking to her. Never wanted to say goodbye. But he had too. The sun would rise and Gwen would wake up, asking him who he was talking too so early in the morning (she never knew he talked all night) and he would reply nobody and it broke his heart. He loved Gwen. He really did. But he loved Morgana more. He fantasized at night of her lips, the lips of an angel, saying his name while his wife slept peacefully beside him.
It's funny that you're calling me tonight
And, yes, I've dreamt of you too
And does he know you're talking to me
Will it start a fight
No I don't think she has a clue
It was funny that she called tonight (he keeps his phone on his bedside table in case she ever did). He had been dreaming of her. In the arms of another man. Her boyfriend, one of his workers named Gwaine. He knew Gwaine. He knew his love for Morgana was endless. If he ever found out about them he would be devastated. Arthur did care. He really did. But it was Morgana. Whenever the subject of Gwen arose between them (he was always hurt that Morgana was never jealous like he was jealous of Gwaine) he would assure her that his wife was in the dark (she never seemed worried in the first place).
Honey why you calling me so late?
Morgana hung up on Arthur at near four in the morning and smiled. How he grovelled at her feet. She leaned over in bed to kiss Gwaine on the cheek before moving to sit on the love-seat in their lounge. Closing the door silently behind her, she dialed Merlin's number, twisting her hair around finger all the while.
He picked up before the second ring.