A/N: My first venture in to Armor territory! I love this pairing, and always have. Might be another chapter, review if you like!
Like all things. Arthur had managed to ruin yet another brilliant plan of hers.
Mogana huffed in defeat and raised herself up from the muddy ground standing as straight as possible on the unsteady ground. Arthur must never see her defeated. The overcast sky looking down on them threatening rain and thunder.
"Leaving so soon Morgan?" Arthur called out to her a few feet away. The king was standing like her, as straight as a rod, maybe for the same reasons as her. Pride. Morgana knew he should have been hobbly on his right leg that had been stroke hard earlier.
She saw him start to clean Excalibur of the crimson blood with his handkerchief adorned with his father's and his' symbol the dragon. Morgan forced her eyes to look away mind games were her field of expertise, not bloody combat.
"I prefer to call this both a wise and hasty retreat." She corrected him and turned away swiftly from the sight. Accolon was still there slain in battle bloodied and cold and here was Arthur cleaning his sword.
Suddenly she felt a hand attach on her arm holding her back. Morgana managed to twist her purple cloak away from his grip she hated being handeled and grabbed. He knew that.
"Do not leave." Arthur said solemnly. "Come with me, back home."
"Camelot is not my home!" She hissed. She was Morgana la Fey, Morgana of the Fairies. And she belonged away from the people of Camolot who hated and feared who and what she was.
"I am King and you'll do as I say." He demanded lossing his fabeled paitience.
She only scoffed, "I never wanted you as king." Bitter resentment filled her smooth voice and came out her lips like vemon. She never felt the need to hide any anger towards him. In fact she relished the looks of his hurt reactions. The tree swayed violently with the strong wind. Morgana cloak flapping with it. A storm was brewing, but neigher paid no mind to that.
"Who would you have as king, Accolon? Arthur said spitting, "Or another one of your croonies, you would prefer Britan to lay in rubble then have the rightiful king on the throne?"
"I hate you!" She yelled vicously flinging herself at him her hands raised in anger. Arthur did nothing except sigh turning his sheilded back away from her.
She launched herself at him with the malice of a fury she pushed at his shoulder urging him to face her. "Why don't you say it? Why don't you hate me? I have put you and your knights through Hell yet you look upon me now as if-" She searched for the words her long wavy dark hair swaying around her with the strong wind. In the distance she heard thunder strike.
Suddenly Arthur faced her his face anguished his feautues twisted, blood splattered on his face and scratches from the fight his image making Morgana jump back, "I look at you with love! My only flesh and blood I have left! How could I hate you..?"
If he thought being the noble and virtuous Arthur was going to soften her he was wrong, "Why can you not? I hate you! I loathe you and your father and all the things you represent!" She finished her eyes blazing with fire. She did hate him, his purity, his religion that was sweeping and ridding of the old religion, she hated his father for taking away her own mother, and she hated Arthur for holding the throne.
"Good!" Arthur shouted patience gone, "Because I cannot hate you! I hated him! Because he was your chosen king, he had your love and made you betray me. " He made her betray him? Why did Arthur feel the need to make up poor excuses for her! Morgana was woman enough to realize what she had done. Each of her failings and short comings she realized and owned up to. But he still refuses to adknowledge that.
"So I killed Accolon." Arthur said his voice sad, but no regret in it. Only a blind obedience to what he must do t stay king his blue eyes hard and his shoulder tense. The throne had toughened him up.
He strode towards her grasped her hands into his larger dirty ones pressing them against his chest. They were mere inches apart and Morgana could see blue eyes shining and his lip quivering. Morgan got what she wanted this was not Arthur the Great of Camelot, this was Arthur the man. And Morgana wasn't sure how to treat this one.
"Will you finish what he started? And kill me off now, sister?" Morgana's body was motionless her violet eyes unsure, "Go on now! Because I can't live like this any longer!" His eyes scanned her face as she eyed him back warringly. She was pretty, too pretty for her own good he decided. The kind of pretty men will do whatever they have to to make her happy.
Wordlessly he walked and picked up his beloved Excalibur. "You stole it before. You wanted it. Take it. Kill me with it." He was pointing it to her in offering, his eyes were unafraid. A knight trained to not fear death.
Morgana grabbed the sword roughly and pointed it at his rarely unprotected chest the armor from the battle torn and flemsy. She dragged the knife against his dirty shirt he wore to battle, it easily sliced open revealing tan sculpted planes of his strong chest his chest wasn't marked, Accolin only managed to tear his armor, he was fallen now a few fight away from them, he had been no match for Arthur's skills. The area where she dragged the knife blood left a little scratch a small amount of blood started to running down his abs. That little blood frightened Morgana her mouth gapping.
In one swift step he was on her clenching her hand and the knife and Morgana was reminded again how much of a warrior he truly was. "Surely you can do better than that!" He challenged griping her with all his brute strength he never used on her before.
Mogana wasn't one to back down. She furrowed her brows raising the knife up to his neck. There was a quiet moment with both of them holding in their breaths.
Morgana always had visions even as a small child. Suddenly she had another the firsat one she had had for a very long time. He would lose it all; his wife, his best friend, his Camelot. She did not know how but he would. And she didn't yearn for his death any longer it would not do her any good or her people.
The knife dropped and clattered to the ground. "Arthur," she said lowly.
He paid no mind. Stuck in his own head, "See what you've done to me! You're my weakness Morgan! You will be the death of me one day directly or indirectly, and I don't need your mysticism to see that."
She finally made him shut up pressing her lips firmly against his.
"I love you, I love you." He said in between kisses on her body not in a sweet way he said it chockingly. Like he was a commened man, forced to love his killer. But somehow she knew he wouldn't change anything. She pulled blond hair up kissing him back passionitly. "It was always you." He promised her.
Morgana wrapped her long pale legs around his tan, toned back when he thrusted into her, hard. The earth felt like it had moved, suddenly rain started to pour down on them and lightning stroke. Neigher ceased to stop or get up. Heaven could rage against them and they wouldn't have stopped. There had been so much sexual tension building around themthrough the years now that it was released oit was impossible to stop until they each had their fill.
Mogana left more long straight scratches on his back when he pulls into her, they are different from the ones from battle, and Morgan wonders, somewhere far away, how will he explain this to Gweneveire? She doesn't care, she doesn't think he does eigher right then.
Afterward they lie in a tiny shelter Arthur made for them to protect them from the storm. Arthur lay on his back his eyes closed and his body. He slept easily and soundly like he didn't have a care in the world. She slept in the crook of his arm. silently his arm wrapped around her close.
Somehow fate and their destiny lapsed at the time.
"You knew I wouldn't do it, didn't you?" Morgana spoke when she woke she sounded so sure of herself as usual as she glanced at Ecaliber and Arthur to know what she had meant. He nodded getting her meaning immediantly. Odd they be so far apart for so long but remain still so close at the same time. Their thinking patterns almost identical.
He threw her a cocky smirks at her and said, "Ofcourse I knew. I am king, I wouldn't take such a risk without being sure of the outcome and leaving my people. I'm king, I know all."
"You arrognant git!" She shouts swatting him with a pale elegant hand. Arthur caught it and dragged the hand along with her body to him so she laid ontop of him.
"You mad witch." He says looking into her eyes but his lips forming a tiny smile.
"Bastard son of Uther." She said flippantly back at him.
Arthur only continued smirking amused while, looking into her bright green eyes. Those eyes always so full of mischeif. He never shared this type of banter with Gwen.
"You. My everything." Morgana green eyes softened as she leaned into his chest. He stroked her long and dark hair relishing how silky it was "My goddess." He said hugging her closely to him. He wasn't expecting her to say anything back but he heard a reverent, "My king…" in return.