Title: Push
Summary: Morgana and Mithian admire a sweaty, shirtless Merlin. And the longer they admired, the stronger the pull. Now all they had to do was push back.
A/N: I've been meaning to write a Merthian fic for a while now, but I never really got around to it. Maybe it's because I love Mergana too much. Today, however, I really wanted to try writing out this plot that's been bugging me for a while, and I ended up writing a Merganthian (I just made that up) fic. Anyways, I read through it, liked it, and decided to post it. This may or may not continue, depending on the feedback. Should I continue? Should I stop fusing names like Merganthian? Let me know! Most votes go.
-This fic is also AU, so the story line and time and setting won't flow with anything from the show. This is just me being a weirdo. And heads up, the characters are a bit OOC.
-McDiggin'It
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It's a very warm day in Camelot, and Morgana is only glad that she doesn't have to do anything but keep the Princess of Nemeth company. King Uther had been adamant that she make sure the Princess is feeling welcomed. Which is why she's sitting in the Royal Gardens alone, waiting for said Princess.
The King's ward inhales deeply, taking in the aroma of various plants and wildflowers growing in the garden as she tilts her head up towards the sky and lets the sun bathe her face in its warmth.
"It's a beautiful day."
Morgana opens her eyes and looks behind her to find just the person she'd been waiting for. "Princess." she smiles, getting up to greet her.
Princess Mithian smiles at her and curtsies back. "Please, Lady Morgana. Call me Mithian."
Morgana grins and nods, "Then you should call me Morgana."
"Deal." The Princess turns her gaze towards the bright, beautiful blooms of the Marigolds. She sighs softly as Morgana gestures for her to follow.
They walk around the large Royal Gardens as Morgana points out and explains what each flower is. Mithian smiles silently to herself, taking in the beauty of it all before something, or rather, someone enters from the far east entrance of the garden.
Mithian stops listening for a moment as she watches the tall, lanky, pale man trudge through several rows of plants and flowers, stopping briefly to sneeze before shaking his head furiously and continuing towards the lilacs. She smiles to herself as she continues to watch him with an air of fascination. He's mumbling to himself as he kneels down next to a couple of lilacs, wraps one of his large hands around the stem of one of them, and pulls furiously.
"…and those are what we like to call, Baby's Breath." Morgana finalizes while pointing to a long row of little white flowers. She turns around to find Mithian staring off into a distance. Morgana follows the Princess's gaze to see Merlin hard at work, pulling up lilacs. She furrows her eyebrows, wondering who on earth gave him the right to butcher the poor flowers of the Royal Garden. Just as she's about to open her mouth and shout at the manservant, Mithian interrupts her.
"Who is that?" the Princess finally looks at the King's ward, who in turn raises an eyebrow at her.
"That's Merlin. Arthur's manservant."
"Dammnit!"
Both women turn their gazes towards the manservant, who has gotten up, and was now holding his hand in pain while pressing it firmly against his crotch. His knees are bent as he makes a pained face.
Morgana resists the urge to laugh as she asks, "Why do people do that?" she looks at Princess Mithian. "I've seen too many people press their hands against their crotch when they've cut a finger or something of the sort. As if their crotch will somehow take the pain away."
Mithian giggles as she shrugs, "I don't know. But it's fun to watch." she turns her gaze back to the manservant, who was now looking around frantically on the ground for something. It isn't until he removes his hands from his crotch that the two women realize that he is in fact, really hurt.
Dark droplets of blood begin oozing from his hand as he spins and spins around, eyes firmly planted on the ground looking for something. After several moments, Mithian feels horrible for just watching him, and she steps forward, about to make her way over to him. However, before she could take another step, Morgana stops her.
"Wait."
Mithian looks at the King's ward. "What is it?"
Morgana has a curious look on her face. "There's… I've been wondering something about him, and I can't help but feel like this would be the time for him to reveal whatever he's hiding." She's had her suspicions about Merlin's surprising ability to always get away with certain things. It can't just be because he's really good with words.
Mithian has no idea what that even means, but she says nothing as she turns her concerned gaze back towards Merlin.
The manservant huffs as he looks down at himself, then up at his bleeding hand, then back at himself. He pauses, chewing his bottom lip for a moment before shrugging to himself. He let's go of his injured hand and uses his injure-free hand to pull up the hem of his red tunic. He pulls it all the way up and over his head, before he begins wrapping his bleeding hand in it.
Morgana and Mithian are both standing completely motionless, eyes wide as they watch the manservant sigh to himself and straighten. It's just his— or is it their(?)— luck that he's standing directly under a very alluring display of the sun rays. His body, Morgana is most shocked to find out, is not as lanky as she always thought it was. Under his oversized tunics, she always thought he was just skin and bones, but obviously, she was wrong. That body, she thinks, would probably feeling amazing against hers, slick with sweat, rubbing, touching, pumping.
Merlin returns to work, bending over now instead of kneeling, showing off the dimples in his back. Every movement, every twist, every turn he makes, flexes every single muscle in his upper body. When he turns around, throwing a bunch of lilacs on the other side of the patch, Morgana swears she sees his pectorals flex.
"Oh my." Mithian mutters breathily, and Morgana instantly looks over. If she weren't just damned near drooling a moment ago, she would've thought she'd just imagined the Princess damned near drooling too.
Silently, Morgana returns her hungry gaze towards the manservant as he continues to obliviously work on whatever the hell he's doing.
They watch him silently, their eyes feasting on the drops of sweat, oozing out of his pores and cascading down his pale skin.
Mithian swallows hard. All her life in Nemeth had mostly been spent indoors. Her father was very overprotective of her, never allowing her to leave the castle without proper escorts. Being here in Camelot, being allowed to roam around the city with only the company of someone she actually likes is very refreshing. So she supposes it's understandable that she's feeling rather warm— too warm, now that she's just a few feet away from a shirtless, good looking man. He's a manservant, she's aware. But good looks don't necessarily evade the less fortunate. In fact, most of the good looking men she's seen over the years are of a status lower than middle class.
She chances a glance at Morgana, wondering if she too is feeling the warmth she's feeling. Rosy cheeks, darkened eyes, lips slightly agape, quickened breathing, and fingers digging into the palms of slender hands. She smiles to herself as she whispers truthfully, "You are very fortunate."
Morgana inhales sharply, having momentarily forgotten that she is not alone. She blinks at the Princess. "What do you mean?"
"You possess a freedom I never had much of in Nemeth." Mithian nods towards the shirtless manservant. "This would be my first time beholding the finer attributes of a man."
Morgana blinks confusedly, then catches on to what the Princess is saying. She laughs softly. "No offense, Princess. But you're not the only one who has had a rather unlucky past with such sights." She sighs as she looks at Merlin once more. She really had no idea that he was so well built under his clothes. He's not overly bulky like Sir Percival, or Sir Gwaine, but he's also not gaunt. In fact, he's the perfect build. Had she known, she probably would've sexually assaulted him a while ago.
"He's beautiful." Mithian smiles lopsidedly as her eyes continue to feast on his exposed chest and abdomen. "Like a statue of a god."
Morgana couldn't help but nod in agreement. She looks at Mithian again and wonders aloud, "Have you ever been with a man?"
Mithian gasps softly, taken aback by the woman's question. "I— well, I can't say I have, but I've thought about it."
Morgana grins. "Me too."
Seconds tick on, replaced slowly by minutes, until finally, Merlin sighs heavily and raises his hand, wiping the thin sheen of sweat on his forehead before flicking the droplets of salty perspiration off his hand. He closes his eyes, turning his face up towards the sun, as he raises his hand and runs his fingers through his hair, while his injured hand hangs at his side.
Time seems to slow down for the two women as they watch the manservant bathe in the rays of the sun. His adam's apple bobs up and down as he swallows, his dark hair tousled by the soft breeze flowing into the gardens.
In that moment, no other man could've compared. No other man matched the perfection that was Merlin, Arthur's clumsy manservant. Morgana's view of him are completely altered, and Mithian's view of him are highly intensified.
Morgana looks at Mithian and smiles as an idea comes to her. "Shall we introduce you to him?"
Mithian is startled at that. She hadn't even thought of the possibility of speaking to the manservant. She immediately feels silly. She's a Princess, and he's a manservant, and yet she feels like he's a Prince and she's a maidservant. "What will I say?" she asks.
Morgana smiles, "Whatever you want to say."
"But— What if I want to say something inappropriate?" she queries honestly.
Morgana blinks at the Princess. "What do you want to say to him?"
"Well," Mithian begins softly, "I— I don't know."
"You don't know? Or you don't want to say?" Morgana smirks.
Mithian reddens, "Well I've never said anything of an inappropriate nature to anyone before." she defends.
"Neither have I." Morgana returns, then pauses as she looks at the Princess with a growing smile. "But maybe we can both start today."
Mithian looks uncomfortable. "I don't know. I don't want to tease him in such a cruel way and then just leave him hanging."
"Who said anything about leaving him anywhere?"
Mithian blinks. "You're serious?"
"Of course. Merlin is one of the only people in this Kingdom who I trust with my life. What's more if I trust him with my body?"
"Body?" Mithian asks with wide eyes. It seems, Morgana is serious about approaching Merlin. She's not just approaching Merlin. She's APPROACHING Merlin. "You mean…"
Morgana nods. She watches Mithian's face change from worried, to wondering, and then back to worried. She sighs and looks at Mithian with serious eyes. "Just a few moments ago, when we were both watching Merlin working shirtless and sweaty in the sun, what was honestly going through your mind?"
Mithian hesitates a moment, then, "I— I guess I really wanted to run my hands down his body."
"And?" Morgana smirks.
"And I wanted to push him up against a wall and— like, I don't know— like kiss him."
"And?"
Mithian looks pointedly at Morgana. "And what were you thinking when we were watching him?"
Morgana looks back over to where Merlin is stretching his arms up over his head, yet again, flexing every muscle in his upper body. She momentarily wonders what's flexing beneath his trousers. She looks back at Mithian and says bluntly, "I wanted to push him to the ground, straddle him, and ride him into oblivion."
Mithian's eyes are wide. "God, Morgana. Have you always been this straightforward?"
Morgana shakes her head. "Not really. But today, when we were watching Merlin, something inside me awakened, and I feel it will not go back to the way it was until I have my way with that manservant."
Mithian inhales slowly and deeply as she looks at Morgana with conviction. "Then let's have our way with him."
"You sure?" Morgana asks skeptically.
Mithian nods wordlessly and lets Morgana lead the way.
Merlin is just picking up the lilacs he's been pulling out of the ground when Morgana and Mithian finally emerge from behind the many plants and flowers they'd been hiding behind. The manservant looks at them, then does a quick double take before quickly hiding the flowers behind his back as he stares at the two royals with wide eyes. "Milady, Princess." he says hurriedly, then bows. In the process, he realizes he's still shirtless. Merlin stiffens quickly as he stands back up to his full height and stares some more at the women. "I— errr— I apologize for my state of undress." he says nervously. "I've been—".
"Merlin." Morgana cuts him off and smiles at him. "It's okay." she looks quickly down at his body before looking back up into his bright blue eyes. She then gestures to the woman beside her and continues, "This is Princess Mithian of Nemeth. She wanted to meet you."
Merlin blinks, then swallows, then blinks again as he stares from Morgana to Mithian and back. "I—". he cuts himself off and smiles at the Princess. "It's a great honor and pleasure to meet you, Princess."
Mithian giggles as she curtsies toward him. "The same to you."
Merlin smiles, then furrows his eyebrows in confusion. "Errr— right. Well… I was actually just leaving, so—".
"You wouldn't leave two women of royalty hanging now, would you Merlin?" Morgana asks with an air of seduction.
Merlin blinks confusedly. "Hanging?" he questions. Something isn't quite right here.
Morgana looks at Mithian, exchanging a weird, telepathic conversation through a single nod, before Mithian suddenly answers him. "Yes… we've actually come here because we have a very important task for you."
Merlin waits a beat, then asks, "What task?"
Morgana suddenly sidles right up next to him, raising her hand and pressing the fingernail of her pointer finger, directly beside his right nipple. "A very hard task." she says huskily, before slowly running her finger down the manservant's naked chest. She continues to trace his skin with her finger, over his hard, quivering abdominal muscles, and right to the waistband of his trousers.
Mithian takes that as her queue, and she too, moves towards the manservant, eyeing his beautifully sculpted body. She stops on his other side, raising her own hand further up past his neck to touch his cheek. With a single finger, much like Morgana did, she traces his defined cheekbone, curves off to the side towards his lips, then runs her finger over Merlin's bottom lip. She pulls her finger down slightly, just enough that it separates the manservant's lips a tad. She then leans up and whispers suggestively, "Are you up for it?"
At this point, Merlin is very confused, as well as extremely turned on. Not only are two of the most beautiful women in all the Five Kingdoms standing way too close to him, they're also speaking in low, husky tones while touching him in places no woman has ever touched him. For a moment, he wonders if he's dreaming. But that thought is quickly banished when Morgana lightly drags the nails of her fingers across his abdomen. He gasps, swallowing hard, then looks down in embarrassment.
His embarrassment is quickly replaced with sheer horror however, when he sees a certain part of his body waking up quickly beneath his trousers. His head snaps back up and he looks at the two women, who are already smirking at him with raised eyebrows and knowing looks.
"Oh I think he's more than ready for the task, Morgana." Mithian says with a grin.
Morgana grins wickedly at the manservant and licks her lips. "It seems he is."
As they drag the manservant back to Morgana's chambers since its bigger and less likely to have any disturbances for the next few hours, the two women exchange a grin. Earlier this morning, they were looking forward to spending the day, basking in the warmth of the sun, the cool breeze, and nature's beauty. Now they're on their way to Morgana's chambers with a very attractive manservant, to do unspeakable, forbidden, and very naughty things to him. All it took, was for Merlin to unknowingly push them.
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A/N: So… any thoughts? I feel as though this should be a two-shot, but I also like this the way it is. Let me know what you guys think! Thank you for reading!
-McDiggin'It