Author's note: Set sometime after Morgana turned evil, I'm reckoning a little after season 4?
They were at it again, standing opposite one another in their latest battle for Camelot and Albion, the lives of mortals mere playing chips in their deadly game. How had it become like this, they both wondered, and yet while war waged between them, such reasons became insignificant.
She smiled dangerously; tauntingly, and he seemed to accept her challenge in turn. In as many strides, he crossed the room to Morgana's side, and without warning, crushed his mouth to hers.
To say she was surprised would be an understatement.
Once their lips touched however she could no longer recall, nor bring herself to care, about who they were; their names, their destinies.
Right now, they were two parts of a whole, hands feverishly grasping at raven hair, racing hearts beating as one, all coherent thought lost to the enslaught of emotion.
After what seemed like an eternity ("not enough," she mourned), they pulled apart, chests heaving, eyes searching for something, anything.
She couldn't forgive him; nor he her. there had been too much pain, too much betrayal, for forgiveness to suddenly spring upon them so. But what they had was enough for now. The two simply held each other, in front of Camelot's blood-stained throne, yearning, no needing the contact the other could give. Their eyes slid closed and they drew breath as one.
Yes, this would be enough for now.
Author's note: Just a one-shot for now, might make this into a Morgana/Merlin drabble series or simply extend it to a two-shot depending on the response I get. And does anyone else see the symbolism in their relationship forming in front of the throne they had been battling for? ;)
Love, -Moonlite Streak-