Title: Seven Sins
Chapter Title: Lustful Appetite
Chapter Rating: M
Rating: M at the moment, but will most likely go into the R rating later on
Warning: Implied sexual content and Morgana's potty mouth
Summary: MODERN AU. Morgana, a shoddy not-so-famous writer likes to sleep around. A lot. Oh, she also likes to break hearts for fun. Everyone tells her the same will happen to her one day, but that really isn't EVER going to happen. Right?

Morgana meets her family for lunch and regrets it when Arthur makes a scene about her sex life.

"Morgana, there's someone on the phone for you," Freya called through the slot in her office door, scowling slightly at the sight of a bored-looking Morgana rifling through stacks of books. "I think it's Arthur or something, it sounds awfully like him."

"Tell him to go get laid, he deserves it," Morgana called back with that sickly sarcastic sound that made Freya get shivers whenever she heard it.

Sighing, Freya placed the phone to her ear again. "Excuse me sir, but she said go get laid, you deserve it."

Morgana stifled a laugh when she heard angry muttering coming from the other end of Freya's phone, her kept in laughter making it hard for her to breathe at how ridiculous Arthur sounded when it came to making a point.

Freya's head popped around the slot again, her smile thin. "Arthur's exact words were 'me? She's gotta learn NOT to get laid'. Anything you want to say Morgana?"

"Oh good lord, give the phone here Freya," Morgana glared at the accusing device, catching it with her left hand.

She answered with a tight snarl, eyebrows furrowed at how bloody aggravating Arthur was when he knew perfectly well that she was busy with her new book; among other things - getting laid, etc…

"What the hell do you want?" Morgana chuckled lamely, still amused that Arthur could even be this angry with her even when she didn't actually do anything to upset anyone today…Not yet anyway.

"Don't even get me started on what I want Morgana," Arthur growled a response, his tone making Morgana's smirk transform into a deep frown. "Father wants us to come to the Raven's Nest with him. He expects you to be there, despite me telling him that you'd rather cut your own throat than be there."

With a groan, Morgana kicked back from her desk; her swivelled chair hitting her office wall with a thud. "Why the hell does he want me there for? All he does is ask me stupid shit about my life. 'When's the book coming out Morgana?' or 'How's your love life Morgana? And then I have to answer with forced politeness, which may I add, I hate doing."

"Yeah, well, whatever." Arthur huffed, drawing another mocking laugh from Morgana on the other end of the phone.

"That is very eloquent of you Arthur, you are such a persuasive guy," Morgana continued to giggle, resting her head on the back of her chair with a smug smirk. "Oh Merlin is such a lucky guy to have you."

"Listen, Uther expects you there and you damn well better be there," Arthur spoke in a low tone, obviously trying to keep himself from breaking out in a fit of anger. "Do you know what will happen to me if you aren't there? Yeah, that's right. I get deep-rooted in crap! So I'm begging Morgana, just please be there."

The writer sighed haughtily, "fine, I'll be there. But you owe me, big time."

"Oh and bring Freya with you, I told father that you were still going out with her."

"What!" Morgana barked, spinning on her chair so that her back was to Freya; just in case her assistant dared to listen in on what she was saying by lip-reading her. "Y-you did what? Are you some sort of retard?"

"Oh come on Morgana! All you have to do is pretend you're going out with her, I don't see the big deal on doing that!" Arthur replied with that smug, little ass-hole voice of his; the one which made Morgana want to punch him in the face.

"The problem is Arthur," Morgana hissed, glancing over her shoulder to see that Freya was lazily flicking through a newspaper. "That I am going out with her!"

To Morgana's surprise, Arthur started laughing heartily over the phone; his laughter so loud that the writer pulled the phone away a little until she was sure her brother had recovered by the silence that followed a few moments later.

"Please tell me you're kidding Morgana, because seriously…You in a relationship? I beg to differ."

"Pft, that's what you were laughing at? You're a moron," Morgana sighed moodily, really wishing that the ground would just swallow her up; anything to spare this embarrassment. "But anyway, I keep trying to tell her that we aren't going out but y'know who her brother is don't you?"

"Oh shit, that big muscular guy? What's his name now? Will?" Arthur suggested, knowing very well how muscular Will was and how many times Will had threatened to do Morgana's nut in if he ever caught her cheating on his sister.

"Yes, so until he somehow gets accidentally murdered, I'm forced to be with his sister! Someone who I only wanted a shag with!" Morgana whispered ruthlessly in response; eyes darting everywhere in paranoia.

"Serves your right for shagging her then!" Arthur laughed, a sound that made Morgana's eyebrows twitch in displeasure.

"I was sex-deprived, you do know that right? It happens to the best of people." Not that was an excuse or anything, but it was the best Morgana could come up with.

"Morgana, it only seems to happen to you after not having sex for about an hour or so." Again, that teasing tone was creeping into Arthur's voice. "Sad, the dinner will last about two. Wouldn't want you creeping a hand under the table to just get off now would we?"

"Ughh…Two hours? I could be doing plenty of good things in those two hours, instead I sit at a dinner table with a family I don't even like - you included - and talk about my job, love life - or lack of it - while all you do is sit there, looking like a prat," Morgana groaned into her hands; unexpectedly bashing her head against the phone as she did so.

A muffled reply of 'Hm, yes, you're probably right. Shagging random women, am I right? Tell me I'm right. I just love being right.'

Again, Morgana pressed the phone against her ear with a pout. "Obviously, but I was thinking about having a quiet night in at Lance's and Leon's…"

"My god, you've heard about Lance's sister coming haven't you?" And if Arthur hadn't already made Morgana feel good about herself today, he did so by his one little question.

The writer's willow eyes brightened at the new bit of information she had gathered. "His sister? Mhm."

"Who is also Lance's sister and hmm, what else did I miss now? Oh right! She's nineteen, so I'd suggest you keep your hands off her," Arthur warned her good-heartedly, his warning full of sarcasm so strong that even Arthur himself was shocked at how good he was at being an asshole. "Unless you like that sort of stuff which is actually…A little bit weird."

Morgana scoffed and rolled her eyes. "Yeah, because I love to touch kids ten years younger than me. Oh the joy it brings to my magical bosom. It'll be even worse in a few weeks, because guess what Arthur? I'm thirty!"

"Yeah, you're unbelievably old. I'm surprised you get laid as often as you do," Arthur quipped cheekily; obviously forgetting his own age.

"Says the guy who's thirty-five," Morgana countered with a snarl, spinning around on her chair again so she was leaning up against her desk.

"Shut up! You know I'm self-conscious about my age!"

"Not my fault. And how old is Merlin again? Oh right. Twenty-seven. You sly dog you!"

"I'm warning you Morgana, you say another word and I'm coming right down to the library to strangle your scrawny little neck!" The mental image of Arthur coming to do that to her was enough to make Morgana grin at how she'd most likely be able to get Arthur on the floor with just a click of her fingers.

"Aww, do you have to take a break between sex just so you can get your back straight? Poor Merlin, that must be TERRIBLY frustrating," Morgana cooed with an arrogant smirk, crossing a leg over her thigh in her 'victory' pose.

"I hate you. You're a bad person."

"Do you think she'll hate me?" Lance asked Leon with a small sigh, eyes flittering around the room in search for something that would calm him down. "What if she doesn't like you? What if she doesn't like my friends? What happens then?"

"How about you calm down?" Leon reassured his friend with a small pat on the shoulder, gesturing to the home that they shared. "Besides, what's not to like? You're a really attractive person inside and out, that's something you shouldn't worry about. Anyway, if she doesn't like the way you live or us or whatever, it's her choice…And loss."

"Right, but she's never met me before and so I'm just a little bit nervous…" Lance murmured quietly into his hand, tracing the lines that were there on his palm. "I'm just scared she won't accept my lifestyle at all, what if she's homophobic? Morgana will go mental!"

"Lance! Really! Stop panicking!" Leon sat down next to the dark-haired man, wearing nothing but a concerned smile on his features. "Gwen will most likely be the most loveliest girl ever, if she's related to you then what can go wrong? Right?"

Lance just looked at Leon like the older man had just asked him to go dance naked in the rain. "What can go wrong? EVERYTHING. My old man always used to tell me I was the most messed up man he had ever met, and not in a good way either. Everything can go wrong with Gwen being related to me!"

"Listen," Leon nudged Lance with his knee; causing the younger man to look at him with a hopeful look in his eyes that Leon had never seen before until now. "The only thing you've got to worry about is if she meets Morgana, then you'll have to lock her up just to make sure Morgana doesn't jump her."

Lance's eyes darkened at the mention of the writer. "That damn woman better keep her legs closed for once when she meets Gwen. You know something Leon? I don't think I've ever met a girl who Morgana hasn't fucked at least once. NOT ONE."

Leon shrugged his shoulders. Personally he didn't know what to make of Morgana sometimes. "Morgana leads a dangerous life, I have to admit."

It wasn't the first time Leon had tried to describe Morgana's life (and failing spectacularly at doing so) but it was the first time he had thought so long on it.

"I heard Arthur is getting sick of her," Lance said in such a simple way, in a way that Leon could tell he was trying to push the conversation further on Morgana as the topic.

Leon let a small smile overtake his face. "Arthur loves his sister no matter what he says, he just finds her extremely annoying when it comes to relationships. And I don't blame him, Morgana flirts with every woman she sees and loves doing so. That's just how she is."

"But isn't she afraid of taking precautions? That's what I don't get," Lance's features had warped into a look of rage; something that again, Leon didn't see in the other man often. "Does she want to die? Isn't she aware that we care about her so much we don't want to see her in a hospital bed one day?"

"Lance…" Leon smiled warmly at his boyfriend's obvious disquiet about the raven-haired beauty known as Morgana, he loved how Lance was so caring sometimes, well all the time, but when it came to Morgana…Most people found it hard to care about the girl. "Gwen's going to really love you. I can tell."

"Uh huh? Good because you can help me pick out something to wear!" Lance bounced back up from his sitting position, nudging Leon with his foot to make his boyfriend stand up. "Don't want me looking like an idiot or anything!"

Leon watched Lance rush into their bedroom with a frown. Lance of all people should know how terrible he was at picking things to get dressed in.

Just as Leon was about to go help his boyfriend, his phone vibrated in his jacket pocket - distracting him enough that he momentarily forgot all about Lance in need of help and looked at the text message that was from Morgana.

'Hey Leon, just wondered if you and Lance was up for getting really drunk Saturday at the Raven's Nest? Nope? Yep? Whatever, just bring a nice outfit and they'll be no trouble. Oh and Lance's sister can come too! Sadly Freya is coming too, she's my girlfriend or something. Whatever. Still doesn't mean I can't get myself laid now and then. Text me back when you're free, xx Morgana.'

He shook his head at the text. Figures that Morgana would be cheating on Freya and would expect him to act like he didn't know anything about it; but what could he do? Morgana was one of his best friends and best friends kept each other's secrets.

'Even if it is one where Morgana is cheating on Freya with the whole of London's women.' The older man thought bitterly, chucking his phone on the table before rushing off to help Lance get ready.

"So my lovely, sexy girlfriend…" Morgana started, intentionally placing herself on the end of Freya's desk. "May I ask you what you're doing tonight?"

Freya glanced up, not at all shocked to see that Morgana was sitting directly in front of her (on her desk may she add) with that flirty grin that drove her up the wall with how desirable she found it.

"I've promised a friend I'd help her with her university studies so I can't really go anywhere with you tonight," then when Morgana's face fell, Freya grabbed her hand and slid a thumb over the palm of it. "But maybe another night? Just the two of us?"

'Yes, sure, as long as you don't try and confess your love to me because that isn't how I work honey. In fact, what I wouldn't mind is uhm…Sex? Yes, sex sounds lovely.'

Morgana smirked and Freya only smiled in reply; completely unaware at what was going through Morgana's mind.

"Well, okay then…" The writer forced a pout on her lips - secretly feeling like she just hit the jackpot at not taking Freya with her to meet her parents. "But make sure I don't get in the way of you and your friend's friendship, because then I'd feel really, really bad."

Morgana shot Freya a mocking coy smile, pleased at how Freya was totally naïve when it came to understanding when someone was totally fucking you over.

"Now I guess I'll see you later," she pushed herself off the desk, grabbed her coat and bag before looking over her shoulder at the awe-struck Freya. "Ciao."

Morgana had been working in the library for about five years now, each year she had a new assistant and she had managed to woo all of them into falling in her bed before the month was out. Straight, bisexual, married, single…It really didn't matter to Morgana, at all.

But a relationship? This was the first year Morgana had been in one for about ten years, and even now it wasn't even a true relationship because honest to god she wouldn't even be with Freya if it wasn't for the fact they Freya's brother Will could land her in some deep shit if she managed to hurt Freya on purpose.

So that meant Morgana had to go get laid secretly. Which was a bit of a bother because that meant if she was just about to go and eat someone out, then for example, Will came walking in she'd most likely have to shove them off her and rush out of the back entrance of the club slash pub.

Yes, that actually sucked quite a bit.

Sighing, Morgana walked outside towards her parked car, already feeling like a sponge and that someone had squeezed the energy out of her. Relationships were so finicky and problematic; she had no idea how she was going to pretend to be in one without breaking down sooner or later due to how clingy Freya would get over her or Will had changed his mind and had decided to beat the shit out of her anyway.

The writer was just about to get into her car when she noticed that somebody was already in the drivers seat, someone who Morgana recognized far too well for her liking.

She rushed over to her car and banged on the window, growling angrily at the face that popped out of the car window once it had been wound down.

"What the hell are you doing in my car Modred?" Morgana cursed at the boy, grabbing him by the scruff of his skinny little neck and shaking him like a doll. "Get the hell out of my car you little stalker!"

"M-Morgana!" Mordred whined, trying to push away from Morgana's grip and failing miserably when the writer instead just shook him harder until he stopped struggling. "I just wanted to see if you'd like to go to the cinema with me and my friends because they really want to meet-"

"NO. You're fourteen years old for crying out loud!" The writer huffed, finally letting go of the boy and instead using her strength to wrench her car door open; making Mordred stumble out to fall flat on his face. "I already told you, I don't want a relationship with you or any other man on this planet and that's not even considering how I'm fifteen years older than you!"

"But you said in your book Bloodfuck that love is like a vampire sucking the life out of you, suffocating! And that's how I sort of feel when I'm with you and so I thought that maybe if I told you that, then it'd get rid of the age differences!" Mordred complained irately, pushing himself up from the concrete floor to watch the writer slam her door shut in his face. "I'm so madly in love with you that it's suffocating me all the time!"

"Well isn't that grand?" Morgana chuckled, winding up her window with a bitter grin that seemed determined to stay on her face whatever the situation. "Listen to me good Mordred. I. Do. Not. Want. Dick. Near. Me. Is that clear?"

"Uhm have you ever tried-"

"I'm not interested," Morgana cut the boy off before he could continue, pulling off the driveway to head home to get dressed.

Her apartment wasn't far away from the library so she would have no trouble getting there without messing up and running someone over like she had almost done last week; but that wasn't exactly her fault. Freya's hand had been in between her legs at that time, so hey, go figure?

Arthur slapped a hand on his forehead at the sight he was greeted with. A dateless Morgana. A dateless Morgana who had promised not to be dateless no matter the costs.

And now father and mother was looking at him in confusion at why Morgana was alone when they had asked him to ask Morgana to bring Freya so that Morgana could show her girlfriend off a little; even if Morgana hated doing that sort of thing…Arthur had promised both of his parents! Promised!

Uther straightened his tie with a cough, drawing both Arthur's and his wife, Ygraine's gaze towards him.

"Where is Morgana's girlfriend? I heard she was a very nice girl and that Morgana was very stable with her; unlike her other string of girlfriends she always seems to bring home," Uther muttered darkly, earning a nudge from his wife when Morgana finally sat down - most likely pretending that she hadn't heard a word of their conversation.

"Hi mom, dad," Morgana nodded politely to her parents, turning to acknowledge Arthur with a frown. "Arthur."

"Darling, it's been such a while since we've seen you!" Ygraine smiled, reaching over the table to envelop her daughter in her arms. "And so long since we've seen that girlfriend Arthur keeps telling us about!"

Glaring at Arthur's sheepish look, Morgana leant back in her chair to stare directly at both her mother and father. "Well, Freya had to help her friend out who's a university student and so I said that she didn't have to come, it's no big deal after all."

Arthur coughed, unknowingly leading Morgana to think that her brother was scoffing at her attempt of an excuse which was in fact, very true.

"Besides, I don't see anyone asking Arthur where Merlin is," Morgana smirked, kicking her blonde brother under the table when she felt his foot brush up instinctively against her leg in preparation to kick her. "And everyone knows how affectionate Arthur is when it comes to his precious Merlin."

"Morgana," Uther glared at his daughter with a withered stare, silencing Morgana effectively at how cold he seemed to be today. "Do not mention Arthur's relationships when all we are truly curious about at this dinner is yours."

"Hey! Wait a minute! What's wrong with Morgana mentioning Merlin?" Arthur spoke up, his calm demeanour quickly transforming into a large scowl. "Why do we all have to act like Morgana is the main priority to this family? If she wants to go get laid and get sexual diseases then let her! At least don't act like me talking about my boyfriend is disgusting because it isn't! Not when it compares to Morgana's sex life!"

"Silence yourself boy!" Uther growled, slamming his hand on the table to silence both Morgana's light chuckle and Arthur's ranting. "I will not have such preposterous talk when you were invited to this dinner to discuss about your sister's future and her life! You have had your turns in the past and so I say to you now, silence!"

Morgana flickered her eyes over for a moment to see that Arthur had now bitten his lower lip, his fists hidden beneath his jacket.

In a way, Morgana sort of felt bad for him. Arthur was right after all, it was her fault that they were here at the moment and it was her fault for some other crap, but to tell Arthur not to talk of Merlin; that was a low blow in itself.

Taking a sip of Arthur's already ordered wine, Morgana braced herself for the onslaught of questions that were already pouring out of Uther's mouth.

"So, I heard that one of those children publishers - nasty buggers when it comes to scheming for your money - are after you to write a story. I do hope you aren't going to go forward with it."

Despite herself, Morgana scoffed and shook her head. "Me? A kid's story? You've got to be fucking kidding me."

"Morgana…" Ygraine warned in that motherly-fashion that only mothers could possess; hence the name. "What have I told you about that foul language that always spouts out your mouth?"

"That it isn't very lady-like," Morgana sang her reply with a roll of her eyes; her frustration mixing with Arthur's making her feel like a ticking time bomb just ready to go off at any moment. "And I really must stop."

"Yes," Ygraine agreed, nodding enthusiastically. "Before your publishers start to get the wrong message."

"They already do mother, but father keeps paying them to keep quiet about Morgana's scandalous life," Arthur muttered bitterly, his face worn and angry and Morgana knew straight away that her brother was still hurting at their father's comment. "I have no idea why."

"Didn't I already make it clear that talking about Morgana like that wasn't an option up for discussion?" Uther growled again, however this time, Arthur stood his ground and slammed his fist against the table - reminding both women how much Uther and Arthur were alike when it came to anger.

"Yes! You did! You also made it an option that discussing me and Merlin's future together not an option!" Arthur yelled across the table, taking a grab of his wine glass to take a big sip before planting it back down again, ready to speak. "But you're right! Let's discuss Morgana shall we? My future is obviously nothing but SHIT to you anyhow! So let's discuss my beloved sister shall we?"

Morgana smirked at Arthur's delirious behaviour. It was obvious that he was angry, but to sip wine after ranting? Tacky. Just made Arthur look like a raving lunatic.

"Oh! Morgana!" Arthur turned to address her with a mockingly cheerful smile, as if it was the first time he'd seen her since she had got here. "How many women have you been with since you and Freya have been supposedly going out? Hm? One? Two? Seven?"

"And the rest!" Morgana laughed out loud, throwing her head back to try and muffle her cackle away from the table. "About eleven! Why'd you ask my dearest brother?"

Oh, this was so much fun. Already people were looking at her and Arthur (mostly her because even if she wasn't as famous as some other authors, she was fairly famous around these parts) with shock; eyes bugging out of their head to hear such a commotion.

"Because I just don't understand why this oaf!" Arthur glared at his father, brows furrowed in a look of fury. "Is letting you get away with such things! For gods sake! You could have diseases for all we know!"

"Oh get that stick from out of your arse Arthur!" Morgana retorted, feeling her anger flare up to strike her brother across the face; his comment bringing out the monster inside of her. "Is that why you're always complaining? You know very well that I get checked and have protected sex all the time!"

"Is that why you walk like such a whore all the time? Eh Morgana?" Arthur snapped back, leaning forward across from his chair to stare heatedly at the writer. "Because people are still trapped up there in that gaping maw of yours? Cave rescues there for a reason Morgana!"

For a moment, Morgana's well-practiced smirk fell and her anger flashed over her expression like it was painted on there, however this flash of anger seemed to fade away when she realized how furious Uther looked with both of them. It seemed like once again Uther would have to pay the Raven's Nest to hide the situation of what happened here.

"Come Ygraine, we're leaving." Uther spoke sombrely, getting out from his chair to glare down at both of his children. "You should both be ashamed of yourselves. Another thousand down the drain."

"Oh what the hell does she care?" Arthur yelled at his father's turned back, eyes full of hatred. "She's just going to keep doing it again and again and AGAIN!"

So worked up, Arthur stumbled out of his chair; rushing after both of his father and mother with curses so strong that Morgana turned her head away from the scene - not wishing to be part of Arthur's embarrassment any longer once her brother got his head cleared.

She checked her watch, clicking her tongue at the time that it showed her. Twenty minutes. She had been there for twenty minutes and already she had made all her family storm off.

World record!

With a sigh, Morgana reached over to take Arthur's left over wine and in one gulp, let it cascade down her throat until it burned.

Placing it down with a sigh, Morgana caught the eye of one of the waitresses coming over to collect her wine bottle and glasses; surprising the writer at how familiar she seemed to look. Not that she could tell with all the clothes on.

The waitress stopped in front of her, eyes narrowed like she was analyzing Morgana just as much as Morgana was analyzing her.

Again, the clothes didn't help.

"Like what you see huh?" Morgana smirked with that predatory smirk that only she could pull off; her eyes looking the waitress up and down until she noticed a deep, red line that was on the exposed stomach of the woman. "Looks like you've already been claimed, but it doesn't matter. Nope, not at all."

The waitress moved forward to grab her shoulder, turning Morgana to face her. "W-wait are you Morgana LeFay Pendragon?"

Morgana shrugged, trying her best to hide her ever-growing smile that only got wider and wider as the moments passed by. "Depends really, what do you want from me?"

"I think we've met before in that gay bar. Do you remember? CANDY?" The waitress stared down at her even harder than before, the attentive stare making Morgana feel even more smug about the desire that she saw in everyone's eyes once she had wormed her way into their beds and hearts.

"No actually, I don't remember you," Morgana responds with a forced grimace, twirling a dark curl around her fingers. "Did we have sex? I think I'd remember a body like yours, though I can never be sure with all the clothes on. Alas."

The waitress stiffened. "Yes, we did but…You threw me out afterwards and I was wondering if I did anything to offend you or-"

"Wait a second. If we're going to do this properly then at least come to my apartment, yes?" Morgana stood, her mind whirring through all the possibilities of what was going to happen when they got back. "It wasn't you who did anything wrong, but as cliché as it sounds, it was me."

The waitress crossed her arms, expression pulling together into an almighty frown. "I don't get off until nine so you'll have to wait a while I'm afraid."

'And if you don't come, I'm going to have to get off too. All by myself.' Morgana mused with another dirty smirk, pleased that the come hither look she was shooting at the waitress was starting to make her crumble, bit-by-bit.

"Why don't you live the high life a little? Just come with me and I'm sure you won't regret it," Morgana teased with a wink, getting up from her chair to saunter her way to the exit. A few minutes later she felt hands wrap around her waist and knew that this night would be worth the tears tomorrow morning.

Now who doesn't want to be that waitress? Mhm? I appreciate every review and I make sure I reply to everyone. :3