A/N: Initially, I was really worried if anyone would like this fic since the ship is near non existent (and it's my favorite too), so seeing the overwhelming support really boosted my spirits. Thank you so much for your interest and I hope you enjoy this chapter!


Morgiana couldn't look at Masrur the same way again.

After that drunken kiss at the beach, Morgiana's gaze never rose farther than his lips. Her eyes would linger at that spot for a few seconds, mind reeling to recall the clash of lips. Then, at break neck speeds, her head would snap in the opposite direction. Even though she attempted to dismiss the kiss as being nothing more than an action done on a whim, it was impossible. Whether or not he remembered, she did. Thoughtlessly, her fingers would trace the indents of her lips, recalling how tender he was before ravaging her open mouth. How gentle his embrace had been before he drew her right up to his chest in a desperate frenzy. How warm and sweet his lips had been before a hot tongue passed between her teeth.

The girl shuddered back to reality, goosebumps dotting her skin and red rising to rosy cheeks. It unnerved her. Not that she was disgusted by his actions, rather, by her own. Due to their closeness, she could tell that Masrur was drunk. With their faces drawing closer, she didn't push him away when she could have -even when seconds passed after the initial kiss. She had allowed him to continue.

Morgiana didn't push him away because she hated it. She was embarrassed. After all, she'd spotted Sharkkan watching them from afar.

A week passed since that day and she'd been avoiding both of them ever since. She even had Yamraiha and Alibaba make up excuses as to why she couldn't train with Masrur for that week. All she had to do after that was avoid her mentor like the plague. Not that it was very hard to do considering that they both lived in a palace. Granted, they would see each other from across the courtyard from time to time -which was when she realized she could no longer look him in the eyes- they never stood close enough to each other to strike up a conversation. Not like he'd ever gone out of his way to talk to her anyway. Maybe even if he did remember, Masrur didn't care about the kiss.

Something about that thought disturbed her.

Anyhow, life rolled on as per usual. That was, until Jafar told her that Masrur had scheduled a time to train with her that morning at around eight.


It just turned one o'clock.

Morgiana felt terrible. She really did. Normally, she'd be at their training sessions a half hour earlier to warm up -only to find out that Masrur had been training for the past hour. Today on the other hand, she couldn't bring herself to go. Even though her mind told her to move, her feet would take her in the opposite direction at full speed. How pathetic! Masrur had taken the time to train her and yet she wasn't even going to show up. She didn't even have an excuse. Not that she had the right to make any-

"Ah, Morgiana-chan, have you seen Masrur?"

Morgiana choked on her thoughts. Eyes casting to the side guilty, she clutched her hands tightly behind her back in embarrassment as she stuttered out, "n-no I haven't, Sharrkan-san." Swallowing hard, she crossed her fingers as she silently prayed that he didn't know that she and Masrur were supposed to have trained that morning.

"Eeeh, really? And we were supposed to go drinking together..." Sharrkan mused, scratching the back of his tilted head. "I thought you two were supposed to train together this morn- M-Morgiana-chan!"

The startled Fanalis raised her foot from a mini crater. "Ah…" She did not mean to do that. It was a nervous twitch. It happens. "A-a-ah, I-I'll go find him for you!" Spinning around on the balls of her heels, she sped off in a flash of red and white. Hand cupped over her lips, her brows furrowed in worry. Surely he wouldn't be at the training area. It's been hours. There's no way he's still waiting for her there. If he was there, she'd only feel worse about standing him up. 'No way,' she thought, shaking her head in disbelief. 'There's no way he's there...'

Life loved proving her wrong.

Wheeling around a corner, Morgiana's eyes fixed on a familiar sight of red, white, and tan. He was there. Laid out under a tree was the sleeping Fanalis. His skin, shimmering from a sheen of sweat, caused Morgiana's breath to hitch in her throat. The mere sight of his bare chest, which hadn't bothered her till recently, caused her cheeks to flush crimson. Those taut muscles of his lowered and raised gently with each light breath he took. It was as if he were a living statue, carved to fit the height of human perfection. Still, she would have to awaken this statue amd apologize.

"M-Masrur-san?" Morgiana squeaked, stepping towards him.

No response.

She repeated his name, inching closer. Still no response. This process repeated several more times till she found herself kneeling by his side, calling out to him.

'He's… a really heavy sleeper...' was her impression as she peered down at him. Those chiseled features of his were set with a worried frown as always, brows knitted together as if he were thinking too hard. If he didn't wake up soon, those wrinkles might become permanent.

So, she poked him between the eyes. Then, pushed the wrinkle upwards, stifling a giggle with her other hand.

He didn't even stir.

Maybe if she pinched his nose or something, he'd wake up.

His lips curled downwards and she faltered. It was those lips again. Every time she saw him, her eyes would eventually be drawn to them. It was frustrating, really. To think one drunken kiss had intoxicated her to this point.

Morgiana's fingers traced his cheek, caressing the side of his face. Then, brought a dainty finger to brush against the curve of his lips. Ever so gently she focused on memorizing his sleeping face, memorizing every last line that marked his skin.

It was then when she realized: Masrur was really handsome.

The air hung still, temperature rising several degrees. The songs of crickets muffled in the background, replaced by the erratic heart that rang in her ears. If that didn't wake him up, she didn't know what would.

They were alone.

He was fast asleep and showed no signs of waking. He was right there. He was so close. So temptingly close. She only wanted to lean down. Get a little closer. That's all. There's nothing wrong with shortening the distance between the two. Nothing wrong in the slightest. Even if she were to give him a little kiss -without any feelings associated to it whatsoever- he wouldn't wake up. She was absolutely sure about that.

As she bent her head to his, feet would turn to inches and the seconds passed like eternities.

Three inches.
Two inches.
One-

"Mmph-!"

Morgiana's scarlet eyes flew open in alarm as her head jerked forward roughly. While she was so focused on Masrur's lips, a hand had snaked its way behind her head, entangling itself with her hair as it dragged her down. Impatient lips crashed against her own, tongue darting between her teeth to explore every unknown crevice that was hers. Something warm and slick rolled over her tongue, massaging it with great fervor, eliciting a lewd moan from the back of her throat.

Just as her eyes began to shut, they fluttered wide open once more, realizing that she'd made such a vulgar noise. Her entire body was trembling against his touch. From her knees, she slipped into a seated position, legs giving out from under her as Masrur began to sit up. Not once did he break the kiss. Instead, he pushed further and deeper into her till there was nothing left between them.

Eventually, he pulled away -with extreme reluctance.

The young girl sat in stunned silence, gasping for breath as she gaped at Masrur in disbelief. As always, his expression was unreadable. Though, his breathing was heavier than usual.

Drawing a shaky breath, Morgiana began to stammer, "M-Masrur-san… a-are you dr-drunk-"

"...No," was his answer, coupled with a heavy sigh.

She, of course, knew that was true. If he was drunk, she could have easily tasted the alcohol on his tongue when it- Morgiana's features flushed as she averted her gaze to the floor.

"Th-then why-"
"You were avoiding me."

Her jaw slackened. Was he being serious right now? "N-no I wa- Th-that is…" Morgiana's eyes shifted guiltily as her fingers laced together behind her back. She couldn't lie to his face, but it was hard to be honest with him in this situation. After much hesitation, in quieter voice, she finally mumbled, "okay… maybe I was…" So he had noticed. How embarrassing. But still, "c-could you blame me?" she snapped, finally raising her face to meet his eyes with an intense glower. It was his fault for making her this way. If he hadn't kissed her on the beach, or just now, her world wouldn't have been turned upside down.

He stared back at her, gaze never faltering. Those impassioned eyes of his seemed to drill their way into her soul. It was almost as if he were planning the best method of attack. In the end, he shook his head in response to her question. Instead of apologizing, however, he leaned forward. She shut her eyes, bracing herself for another kiss… that never came.

"Be mine."

She blinked, staring up at him absolutely bewildered. "Excuse me?" She couldn't have heard him right. He must have said something else. Baffled, Morgiana rubbed a hand against the side of her temple. She must be hallucinating or something. She could have sworn… but there was no way Masrur would have said-

"Be mine."

She faltered. He said it. He actually said it. Again. Now what could she do? Running didn't seem to be an option since his hands had settled themselves on her hips. Plus, it's not as if she hated him or what he did. Nevertheless, she didn't know if she loved him enough to 'be his'. The whole concept of it all was just so foreign to her. Still, she knew that there wasn't any way out of this except by giving him a straight answer.

"I… I don't know."
Or an uncertain one.

Masrur's lips curled downwards slightly more than usual as his hands fell from her waist. His gaze lowered from her eyes by a fraction, breaking contact, as his shoulders slackened. He looked like a kicked puppy.

It killed her.

"A-alright- I will… just, please don't look like that," she pleaded, reaching out to cup the side of his face. Even though the changes in his expression would have gone unnoticed by the common eyes, she saw the dejected look in his eyes.

She never wanted to see him look so hurt ever again.

In an instant, the knots of tension that wracked Masrur's body loosened and a faint sigh of relief escaped his lips. His hand reached up to hold the hand she'd placed on his cheek. Leaning into it for a moment, he savored the moment of silent understanding between them. Wordlessly, the giant leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. It was as if he couldn't believe what he had heard. It was as if that by touching her, it would solidify this dream as reality. She was there. She was his.

He was happy.


A/N: With this, the story's complete! Thank you for reading along. I have a 3-part(?), MasMor story in the works, but I must warn you. It is very, very, very risque. Set in modern times, reincarnation, references to this fic, overlapping ships, one-sided yaoi, MasMor as siblings, and general inappropriateness… you know, things that will make me live up to my username. Regardless, I'd love to hear from you and what you think of a much edgier MasMor fic.

Also, this fic has taught a really bad lesson that I would quickly like to clarify. Morgiana is the type to blame herself for what she can't control, which is what I wanted to convey in this fic (with how she was disgusted with herself rather than Masrur). In reality, that is not okay. If someone were to grab you out of nowhere and kiss you, it is in no way your fault even if the attacker sees you as being tempting because of what you wear (women can wear what they want and men should control themselves). I love this ship to death, but I also wanted to show that no matter how 'romantic/beautiful/cute/etc.' the scene seemed, she did not consent to the kiss (sexual assault) and it should not be seen in a good light!

Sorry for ruining the feels! *coughs*