Her hands were cuffed above her head. She rattled them before trying to magic them off. Her eyes widened when nothing happened. She tried casting again and again, before tugging fruitlessly to get them off. She shook her head in frustration, noting that her hair was flowing around her shoulders.
"It won't work." The words were whispered behind her softly. She strained her ears to hear anything else. She tried to turn around but the chains wouldn't budge. She shivered as she heard someone moving behind her, the rustle of clothing and quiet footsteps.
Her eyes dropped to her clothing, widening in shock again. She wasn't in her customary black dress but a low cut white shift that ended mid-thigh. The silky fabric was tight against her body, the hem rising and falling with her deep breaths. She straightened up at the feeling of a body directly behind her.
"Who are you?" She said strongly, yet fear began to build inside her. Whoever they were they had managed to stop her using magic and kidnap her from her hovel. At the thought of her home her eyes tried to make out any details of where she was. The room was dark, yet there was a small window high on the wall in front of her. She could see stars and faint rays of moonlight filtered in the window, landing on her.
"You know who I am." He whispered in her ear, their chin resting on her shoulder She turned her head sharply, hoping to get a look at her captor but her chin was caught in a large hand. She growled at the man as his fingers began to caress her face.
"No need to look." She shivered as his words ghosted over her cheek, and it wasn't from fear.
She jumped in the chains when a piece of fabric was bound around her eyes. She tried shaking it off, resulting in a chuckle from her captor.
"What do you want from me?" She asked as panic seeped into her voice. She heard him move in front of her.
"Just you. It's always been you." He whispered against her lips before kissing her chastely. She pulled back, shocked by the kiss. His hand held her chin as he leant in to kiss her again, fiercer than before.
He controlled the kiss, sliding his tongue in and forcing her to give in, which she did happily. He puled back and rested his forehead against hers.
"We could have found another way." He breathed across her lips.
"What do yo-" She started, to be cut off by his lips on hers. She moaned as one of his hands wound around her waist, pulling her against him, the other delving into her hair. Her hands clenched into fists, wanting to touch the mystery man before her.
"We could have had so much." He whispered, his mouth moving down her neck. "We changed." He said simply before moving back from her.
"I don't understand." She whispered, wanting him to explain. She heard him sigh as his hands entwined with hers above her head.
"You do. You just don't want to, my lady." He said, kissing her once before moving away from her.
Her arms dropped like stones to her sides. She whipped the fabric from her eyes, hoping to stop her captor. Her eyes glanced around the dark room. There was no one there.
She huffed and looked down at the fabric in her hands. She froze as she recognised it. She held it up in the moonlight wanting to make sure that it was what she thought.
She was right. It was Merlin's neckerchief.
Morgana sat up in her bed. Her chest heaving as her mind came to terms with what had just happened. She sighed and flopped back on her bed.
She rolled over on her thin bed, curling up in a ball. She looked down at her clenched fist and slowly opened it, revealing a piece of fabric, a blue neckerchief.
She scramble out of bed, leaving the offending material to lie innocently atop her sheets.
Her hands moved to her hair, gripping it as she paced. She stopped in the middle of the room and looked down at her clothes. She was wearing the white shift from the dream. Her hands smoothed over her hair, no tangles and flowing freely over her shoulders. She slowly looked up at the ceiling in the middle of her hovel.
The cuffs glinted lightly in the moonlight streaming through the high window. She looked to her wrists and saw they were red from rubbing against the metal.
She fell back into one of her dining chairs, her face in her hands. What was going on? Was it real? Was it a dream? She rubbed her face tiredly.
She stood up deciding to forget about any of it. She was determined to go about with her life as though the dream, or whatever it was, never happened.
She looked around her hovel. There was no way she was going to sleep tonight, she noted wearily.
Merlin woke slowly. He looked to his window, noting it was still dark. He yawned and sat up. He wondered what had woken him, when his mind drifted back to his dream.
He had never had such a dream about Morgana before. Granted all men had those dreams but this was so much more intimate than any of that kind.
His left hand moved to his neck. His brow furrowed when he realised that his neckerchief wasn't around his neck. He sat up and looked around his small room, his red one was on his bedside but not his blue.
He lay back in bed, wondering if he'd left his neckerchief anywhere. His eyes widened when he realised he'd blindfolded Morgana with it.
It was just a dream. Nothing to it, must have thrown in off in the night. He rolled to his side, his eyes travelling to the window and watching the sky.
The dream had felt so real, scarily real. He touched his lips, feeling them swollen beneath his fingers. He licked them unconsciously at the thought of her full red lips against his.
He groaned and covered his face with his pillow. It wasn't real. He repeated over and over again, a mantra to try and calm his racing mind. A small voice piped up in the back of his head.
It felt real. Merlin felt like yelling into his pillow. He hastily moved out of bed and found his magic book under the floorboard. Maybe it would tell help him understand what was going on. Not that he was complaining, but it was starting to make him panic.
He flicked through the book until the sun came up. He shut it in a huff when it revealed nothing. He rubbed his face with his hands.
It was nothing. So, I'll act like nothing happened, because nothing did happen. He told himself. He stood up and got dressed for the day. He searched for his lost neckerchief but gave up, deciding to go without today.
He walked out the door of his room. Nothing happened. He told himself over and over again. Hoping that at some point he might believe it.
AN: At the moment this is a one-shot, but I get the feeling there is much more to this story.
BTW, this is the "clean" version. I'm gonna post the first version on my tumblr, tardis-traveller, if you wanna read it.
Disclaimer: Don't own Merlin, otherwise it would be all Mergana if I did.
Review, tell me what you think.