Title: Seven Sins
Chapter Title: Empathy
Chapter Rating: T
Rating: M at the moment, but will most likely go into the R rating later on
Warning: Gwen's adorableness. She is that adorable. I want Gwen for my birthday. Please send her. Grammar not checked. As always.
Summary: MODERN AU. Morgana, a shoddy not-so-famous writer likes to sleep around. A lot. Oh, she also likes to break hearts for fun. Everyone tells her the same will happen to her one day, but that really isn't EVER going to happen. Right?

"You want me to understand you? Fine. Let me understand you. Just…Don't run away from me."

Gwen cried a lot after the encounter with Morgana. She cried so much that when her mother finally came to see what on earth she was crying about, she didn't answer and just cried even harder into her mother's shoulder.

She didn't even know what she was crying about. Stupid, stupid, insipid, idiot writer who needed her head checked out - and maybe she needed her head bashed in as well, for good measure - for making her feel this way.

Gwen hoped Morgana accidentally fell off a cliff, Gwen hoped Nimueh had pushed her off a cliff like Gwaine said Nimueh would if she ever found out that Morgana had hurt her and by god, Gwen hoped that she'd never ever see Morgana's stupid, lovely, attractive face ever again in her whole life time.

And then Gwen sobbed hopelessly because she was thinking of Morgana again with her stupid, lovely, attractive face that she didn't ever want to see ever again in her whole life time.

Nimueh was on holiday for the whole week - the university wasn't too happy about it, but Nimueh was a bad ass (or so Gwen thought whenever someone asked her to describe Nim) and had went anyway - so the main person who was consoling her was none other than Gwaine.

That was how Gwaine found her scribbling away in Art, his smile full of life and his arms (full of warmth) wrapped around Gwen shoulders with such comfort that Gwen wriggled into them slightly at such a comforting touch.

"How are you my darlin'?" Gwaine whispered into her ear, kissing it lightly before sitting in the seat next to her. "You've been drawing that piece of artwork for almost two weeks now. Longest you've ever taken to do a drawing - especially a portrait of someone you know."

Gwen 'hmphed' and dug the end of her pencil onto the paper she was using to draw the portrait on, ignoring the looks she was receiving from the other side of the room where Vivian and Sophia lay with their gang of friends.

"Gwen, what the hell is going on?" Gwaine tried again, digging his foot into Gwen's heel to try and gain her attention. "I know it's something to do with Morgana because now you won't even talk about her like you used to."

If anything, Gwen's eyes darkened and the fingers that were curling her HB pencil between the spaces of her digits clenched down into fists. "Morgana? Who's Morgana? I don't know anyone called Morgana LeFay Pendragon."

Gwaine blew a sigh from his lips, shaking his head dramatically at his completely besotted friend. "Caught you out, didn't even mention Morgana's last name; you smitten idiot."

"I am not smitten!" Gwen snapped, knowing very well she was, otherwise she wouldn't have been crying almost every single night wondering where the hell it had all gone wrong. "I don't care about her whatsoever! She can go drown in a puddle for all I care! Stupid idiot who I do not care about so stop looking at me like that Sir Gwaine-Who-Sucks-Elyan."

"One, I do no longer suck Elyan." Gwaine answered with a poke to the side of Gwen's head, his smirk wide enough that it made Gwen shudder slightly at how contagious it was - almost contagious enough for Gwen to have the exact same expression on her face. "Two, you are completely smitten and you've been re-drawing Morgana's portrait for almost two weeks. It's getting boring and Mr Phillips is wondering what the hell you're doing."

"I've not been drawing Morgana," Gwen replied in a matter-of-fact sort of tone; lifting her nose high up in the air with a small, bitter smile that Gwaine hated to see on her face. "I've been drawing someone who looks like Morgana, but maybe it is Morgana because I don't know ANYONE named Morgana."

Gwaine rolled his eyes and snatched the pencil away from her, hitting Gwen over the head with it and placing it back down with a grunt. "Gwen, you really need ter talk with her because bloody hell, you're making me depressed by just looking at you."

Gwen doesn't really have an answer straight away; so instead she lets her head sink down onto the table with a thud that makes her head hurt afterwards.

"Gwaine? I'm doomed aren't I?"

Gwaine makes a sympathetic noise in the back of his throat, because he was always honest when it came to Gwen and he knew very well that Gwen was a smitten little puppy who would probably not be the same again if she and Morgana didn't sort whatever happened between the two of them out.

"Just a little bit, love." Gwaine patted Gwen's head with a sad smile, lifting his friend up so that she was hustled in his lap like a cat waiting for it's stomach to be tickled.

"Can I please turn straight? I want to turn straight, please? This gayness is giving me a headache." Gwen murmured into the shoulder of Gwaine's expensive leather jacket that he had stole off his older brother. "Or can I just grow ugly? I wish to hide my face in shame forever. Then I won't ever be able to go outside again."

"You're already ugly, hussy." Gwaine teased and once more patted Gwen's head like the good friend he was. "Besides, you wouldn't feel so bad if you just let yourself get laid and get rid of this whole chastity business."

"I have got rid of the whole chastity business!" Gwen protested, lifting her face away from Gwaine's shoulder to glare at him. "I only went all virgin-like because dad said he didn't want me to have sex before marriage."

Gwaine is silent for a minute (as he always is when Gwen mentions her father) and wraps his arms tighter around Gwen. "You know what I think?"

"You don't think Gwaine." Gwen snaps back bitterly, but Gwaine knows she's only being like this because she's angry; so he forgives her.

"I think you should go up to Morgana and show her that you are different from everyone else and that if she'd just let you, that you can understand her."

Gwen whimpered into Gwaine's shoulder even more at the suggestion of actually going up to Morgana when Morgana had warned her not to.

"And then, I think you and Morgana should have some legendary lesbian sex in front of Freya. Just for a laugh."

Suddenly Gwen turns serious and the grip on Gwaine's arm tightens enough that his laughter falls silent.

"Morgana LeFay Pendragon does not deserve my time Gwaine, so she will not be getting any of it."

"Uh huh, sure."

"I think I might just go read some porn, even though I don't really own any," Gwen whimpered, rolling her eyes when Gwaine smirked at her. "So stop looking at me like I'm a pervert."

"Gwen, just get a life will you?" Gwaine chuckled, nudging his shoulder so that Gwen fell halfway down his arm.

Gwen clenched at his arm tighter. "I want Morgana. I miss her. Every time I go to meet Lance and his friends at the pub; Morgana normally goes, but now she keeps missing it and apparently she's sick so she can't get out of bed, but that's just bullshit because Morgana can't suddenly be ill all the time, can she?"

"Gwen, you're in hysterics and if you care so much…" Gwaine tapped the end of Gwen's pencil against the edge of her nose that Gwaine could just about see pressed up against his arm. "Why don't you just go over there and talk to her yourself?"

"Because I'm a coward and I don't want her to just yell at me again." Gwen murmured unenthusiastically, burrowing her head into the warmth of Gwaine's arm to try and seek solace there. "Plus I'm not even sure what I'm supposed to say."

"Gwen, you know what my Pa always says don't you?" Gwaine murmured in what he hoped to be a very wise way - because he was very wise after all. "The way to a girl's heart - flowers."

Gwen pulled back from soaking Gwaine's leather jacket with a thoughtful look on her face, her lower lip trapped in between her teeth. Flowers.

That could most certainly work.

Gwen breathed in deeply and knocked, tugging at the petals of the bouquet of lilies and roses in her hand to try and clam her nerves down further into her stomach.

"Freya, I keep telling you that I don't want any company today!" Gwen heard Morgana mutter angrily over the din of music playing in the background of the apartment - unknowingly (even to Gwen herself) making the student shudder at how angry Morgana still sounded. "I just want to be left alone for a bit! And I swear if you've brought Gwen here I'm going to-"

Gwen swallowed the lump in her throat when Morgana opened the door; willow eyes glazed over and her jaw clenched like the writer was forcing herself not to slam the door shut in her face.

"What are you doing here?" Morgana growled out with a pained expression in her eyes, hands shaking slightly on the door knob - causing it to quiver sharply due to her actions. "I told you to stay the hell away from me."

Gwen nodded numbly, hands clenching down harder on the bouquet of lilies and roses she had hand-picked herself from her garden. "Yeah, you did. But I didn't listen-"

"I can see that," Morgana remarked dryly with a roll of her eyes, now taking it upon herself to lean against the side of her door with her arms crossed against her chest. "Otherwise you wouldn't be here."

"I just wanted to say that I really miss you and, uhm, what did I do wrong? Because I'm really sorry if I did anything wrong." Gwen continued to stammer her away across her explanations with a weak smile; tendrils of hair falling down into her eyes to cover her face.

"Oh so now that I've been ignoring you for two weeks you suddenly want to know?" Morgana's voice thundered against Gwen's ears like the crack of a whip - powerful enough to make Gwen hiss at the rough Irish accent coming from the usually soft, gentle writer. "You suddenly want to fucking know what's wrong with me? What's wrong Gwen? Suddenly missed me all of a sudden? What the hell do you want now, huh? Do you want me to shag you? Is that what you want? Why else would you bring flowers?"

Gwen forced the blush that was threatening to creep up her neck to plant its horrible self on her cheeks down, because yes she had partly missed Morgana's company because she just loved looking at Morgana - full bloody stop - but the most part of missing Morgana was because the writer had grown to become one of her friends and as her father had always said: you never abandon your friends.

So instead Gwen let the anger that had been building in her chest all the way through the two weeks of ignorance explode in one simple, grouchy curse that caused Gwen's breath to almost leave her.

"H-how dare you? You think all I want from you is sex?" Gwen retorted with fierce eyes, shoving the flowers she had picked hard into Morgana's chest. "And you say I flatter myself? I don't want sex from you! You're my friend and I'm worried sick about you! Are you seriously telling me you've never had a friend that's been worried about you before?"

Gwen notices half-way through her rant that Morgana has recoiled back a few steps into her apartment, therefore Gwen takes the advantage of stepping inside and closing the door behind her - her face set into a stony glare.

"You want me to understand you? Fine. Let me understand you," Gwen whispered forcefully, her words strong and powerful and yet before she knows it, they have grown pathetically weak and her posture is crumpling under Morgana's silent gaze. "Just don't run away from me again."

Morgana's lips curled into a sneer and with a flick of her wrist the flowers that Gwen had so carefully picked scattered onto the coffee table. "You said you couldn't do anything to help me Guinevere…Why the change of mind? Did someone-"

"Because I fucking care about you!" Gwen screamed, eyes ablaze with fury at all the little niggles Morgana kept doing - smirking sardonically, throwing away all her attempts of helping and just being a nuisance enough in Gwen's life to slowly drive her insane. "God knows why, but I do!"

And then Gwen shoved Morgana down onto a large armchair next to the fire, placing herself on Morgana's lap and forcing the writer's arm down; knowing very well how it looked and honestly not giving a damn.

"Now are you going to tell me what's wrong with you or am I going to have to guess?"

Gwen raised her fist when Morgana smiled simply at her, breathing heavy and her mind whirring. "I swear if you even dare say what I think you're going to say then I'm going to punch you so hard in the face…"

Morgana's smile dropped instantly, replaced with something that Gwen couldn't quite put her finger on - sorrow maybe? "You actually want to know? You're not just saying this because-"

"Because of what? I secretly am just after your money and oh, I fancy your sister? I want to know because I miss you and I want to know because if I can - which probably means I can't - I will help you."

Indecision flickered on Morgana's face for half a moment, her face drawn together into a thoughtful pout - it reminded Gwen much of Lance when he was thinking hard on something; the something most likely being what he'd want for dinner that day.

"I want to tell you, but now it just sounds…Ridiculous." Morgana spat with a look of contempt - unknown to Gwen if the look was at herself or to Morgana herself. "Childish even that I overreacted over something like this."

Gwen thinks about this: yes, Morgana is incredibly childish, but does that mean anything? No, it doesn't - the writer is just stalling and Gwen knows it.

But all of a sudden, Morgana is talking and Gwen feels herself slump on the writer's lap; her hazelnut eyes staring intently at the willow hues which hold her attention like a magnetic force.

"When I was young, about nine or so, I discovered that I was a dyke -"

Gwen inwardly cringed at the word; back in high school she had been called that enough and she wasn't even straight-out lesbian.

"Yeah, pretty early I know and yes you weren't even born then, so yes I am pretty old, laugh it up." Morgana added the last part of her sentence with a tiny smirk; obviously trying to lighten the mood up a little so that it didn't feel as if they were both conversing something rather serious - despite the obvious fact that they were.

Gwen hid her smile behind a cough, wringing her hands together so that they lay on her lap in an almost subservient manner. "You're just stalling now; I want to hear everything you have to say. No stopping."

The writer made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat; the smile that Gwen had missed sorely for two weeks lighting up her face again. "Does that mean I can have a drink of water?"

"You are a masochist." Gwen stated dryly, pulling herself off Morgana's lap with a small frown. "And you obviously don't trust me enough to start telling me anything otherwise you'd of told me by now."

"Hey, hey, hey!" Morgana protested with a tiny laugh, reaching forward to enfold Gwen's hands in her own; leading the student back down to sit on her lap with her oh-so-feminine chivalry. "I do trust you. More than anyone in this world."

"But why?" Gwen asked, exasperated at how Morgana can trust her so much when they haven't even known each other for that long. "Why do you trust me so much?"

Morgana knows it's a fair question; so she gives a fair answer. "I don't know. My dreams told me, but if I'm being honest…I don't know."

"You keep saying you don't know! B-but it just doesn't make any sense why you would trust me so much? What do you feel in your heart?" Gwen spat viciously, trying to tear her fingers away from Morgana's own. "Stop letting your dreams control you! You're a living, breathing person and you shouldn't let these dreams control you like they have been."

Morgana scowled tightly; pressing her fingers down harder onto the struggling student's hands firmly still Gwen from moving. "My dreams are part of me Guinevere - I can't just abandon them even if wanted to."

"I'm not telling you to abandon them," Gwen spoke softly in a hushed tone, now relaxing her hand against the writer's in an attempt to calm them both down from the high they've worked themselves up into. "I just don't think you should let them control you like you've been letting them."

Morgana looked like she was going to push the subject, but when Gwen opens her mouth to challenge the writer as she normally does, Morgana sighs and once more proceeds to talk.

"I had a crush on my best friend when I was eleven," Morgana stated bluntly and although Gwen knows that she shouldn't assume (again) but by the tone in Morgana's voice she knows very well that this is not going to end happily. "And fell in love with her when I was fourteen."

Gwen can already hear the warning bells and Morgana hasn't even started talking properly yet.

"It was okay though, nobody knew that I was a dyke - well, apart from Morgause - so it was alright." Morgana glances up at Gwen expectantly, her smile shallow and soft at the same time. "She was called Maria by the way, nice name, it suited mine. Maria and Morgana."

"What did she look like?" Gwen asked gently, her eyes tender and her thumb is stroking the skin of Morgana's palm with what she hopes to be comfort. "Was she pretty?"

"She looked a bit like Freya actually," Morgana mumbles in response and Gwen realizes that Morgana is hurting all over by merely talking; it hurts Gwen to know that she can't do anything about it just yet. Not just yet. "But she had darker skin. I think she was Italian, she looked like one anyways. What does it matter? She was my best friend and extremely beautiful."

Gwen remained silent - half wondering if she should get off Morgana's lap whilst common sense yelled at her to shut the hell up and listen; which she did with even more suspicion than before.

"I wasn't going to tell anyone y'know?" Morgana whispered so brokenly, with so much inertia that Gwen found herself mesmerized by the curve of Morgana's cheek and the enchanting sound of the writer's voice. "I was just going to keep it a secret forever - just like Morgause told me to just in case Uther found out. I didn't mean to kiss her Gwen, I didn't, I really didn't."

"I know, I know," Gwen chants her familiar mantra of comforts - resisting the urge to cup Morgana's face to brush her thumb against the writer's lips; to soothe Morgana down from her hysterics. "Shh, calm down. You're fine. You're with me now."

"It just happened. It was a dare, but I couldn't stop myself y'know? It just went so fast and…"

Gwen felt Morgana shiver underneath her body and instantly she wrapped an arm around the writer's left shoulder, trying to warm Morgana into speaking.

"I mean…Arthur dared me to and it was just us three but…" Morgana blinked hard to get rid of the wetness in her willow orbs, not used to feeling the sordid emotions that her past brought up within her. "Maria knew that I wasn't kidding. She avoided me for a whole month. A month."

'She didn't deserve you as a friend then,' Gwen mused silently to herself; knowing that jealousy over something that happened years ago was not becoming of her.

"Arthur was ignoring me. But then again, Arthur ignored me until I got landed in hospital one day so that was no biggie," Morgana said bitterly with an even more bitter laugh. "Uther always ignored me anyhow so…Yeah. He didn't upset me as much as Arthur did."

"Why?"

"Because I was strange. He always knew I possessed the talents I have." Morgana explained gently; holding her hand over an unlit candle to demonstrate - watching the flames with a vicious smile as they licked at the palm of her hand. "So he didn't like me that much."

"Didn't he do anything about your 'talents'?" Gwen finds herself asking with suspicion creeping into her tone. It truly seemed like the realistic thing to do; if she was in Morgana's father's shoes anyway.

"Nope. Said that mother had ancestors who possessed witchcraft and he always feared that it would seep into his bloodlines," Morgana said with a haughty snort; wrapping her fingers around her flame to pick it up in her hand. "Lucky me, eh?"

Gwen unconsciously moved closer towards the writer as she could; wondering if she could sneak an arm around Morgana's waist without looking like she was only here to try and get Morgana to bed.

Which she wasn't trying to do, thanks.

"She made new friends though…" Morgana continued with a sad smile; leaning back further into the plush softness of the armchair. "In the month she left me behind, that is. New friends. Bigger friends."

Gwen realized what that big thud in her stomach was; the gnawing thud that kept eating at her whenever Morgana talked. It was sympathy. Guilt. Rage. Fear.

"But what was weird was that after the month passed and she made new friends; she started talking to me again," Morgana trailed off with a quiet murmur that was so feeble Gwen felt as if her heart had stopped right then. "Maria was talking to me again. I was so happy. I felt as if I could fly forever. Fuck Arthur and Uther; just as long as she was talking to me."

Morgana's eyes sparkle with something that looks like happiness and the fire in her hand quickly dispenses when the writer forces her hand closed; the happiness that had been in the deep embers of her eyes replaced with something that Gwen could only describe as bitterness.

"She said that she felt the same." The bitterness grows and Gwen wants to hold Morgana and never let go. Ever. "And she said we'd be together. All I had to do was have sex with her; show her how much I loved her." And all of a sudden Morgana's sentences start to tinge with animosity and the fire that had disappeared from Morgana's hand welled up once more until it just about tickled the free skin of Gwen's upper right arm.

"I was fourteen years old when I had sex," Morgana remarked with an inhuman smile - coiling her digits this way and that way so that the flames spurted in between the spaces of her fingers. "And I was fourteen years old when I changed into the person you've heard the rumours about."

Gwen recoiled from that, feeling as if she had just been slapped right across the face in knowing that her own opinions were being voiced in a more brutal way than she could ever of imagined.

"She told her new friends though, because a week after they came after me."

"After you?" Gwen controlled herself not to gasp; instead choosing to whisper like an overprotective mother; she was getting quite good at doing that after all. "What do you mean 'after you'?"

"She tricked me! It sounds so laughable I know, but she tricked me." Morgana laughed with obvious contempt because all of a sudden Gwen feels the room start to grow cold just as it had before two weeks ago. "She was working me up to make me fall; sly bitch."

Gwen doesn't have to work out the maths in that when it's pretty obvious what Maria was actually doing to Morgana; not when it's out there for her to see - to see what this stupid bitch Maria has left of the Morgana she never ever got to know properly.

Is this the Morgana before? The one Gwen's talking to right now? Gwen wonders and hopes as it is honestly the only thing she can think of doing right now because trying to understand Morgana is like trying to understand a foreign language without any education: difficult.

"They stabbed me." Morgana blurted out all of a sudden; interrupting Gwen's thoughts like a speeding train racing its way down the tracks - it shakes Gwen into uncomfortable stammers and murmurs of heavy breathing for the reason that picturing Morgana covered in blood makes her want to choke.

"Can you believe that?" But still Morgana smiles with an arrogance that makes Gwen flush and for her heart to race. "I was so happy to be going on an actual date with Maria and I get stabbed? What sort of logic is that?"

"There is no logic in it," Gwen responds with an almost mechanical tone, her heart and head tight in rage. "What she did to you was…Evil. How could she have done that to you? You were her best friend! Best friends don't do that to the other; no matter what happens."

"I thought you was always one for forgiveness." Morgana retorts with that snarky attitude that always manages to catch Gwen off guard at the most unexpected times. Mainly because just when Gwen is understanding, Morgana snaps at her with anger like the writer is trying to hide the weakness so she doesn't get any compassion that she secretly longs for.

"You can't just forgive someone for doing that to you!" Gwen spluttered angrily, her brows furrowed together into a glare. "She got a gang of girls to stab you for christ sake! And you think that maybe you should forgive her?"

"I didn't forgive her! I still don't forgive her," Morgana snapped back with a bellowing growl; willow eyes fiery with a vivid temper. "But I got my own back on her when I got out from hospital a few days after."

Gwen doesn't wonder how Morgana survived getting stabbed. Magic probably. She doesn't even think it's weird that her first thought about Morgana surviving such an attack is magic - Gwen is still getting used to the fact that Morgana isn't a natural brunette, god damn it so how on earth is she supposed to comprehend magic?

Morgana is apparently a natural blonde, but she's dyed her hair brunette for so long that Morgana even calls herself a brunette without actually thinking back. Gwen was pretty flabbergasted at this new tidbit; even more so than the magic the writer possessed.

Morgana must have caught the suspicious look Gwen was shooting her way for the reason that when their eyes met the writer heaved in a large laugh. "If you must know, I set her on fire without even meaning to."

Gwen blinked, hard. "Are you serious? Are you genuinely telling me you set your old best friend on fire?"

Morgana nodded with a little smug smirk - completely shameless about the whole ordeal that had happened in her past. "It was on accident, though." As if that makes the whole thing better. "I blinked, I was angry, she was on fire. Don't worry though, she survived. Bless."

There's something bubbling her throat, Gwen realizes once she's quite done at staring at Morgana like she's the oddest thing on the planet, something that Gwen knows to be laughter that spills from her lips and turns into a bright smile. "You are so…Amazing. Has anyone told you that? Because you really are."

Morgana gives her a look that makes her heart soar in so many strange ways and the ache between her legs rears its ugly face - the reaction being that Gwen instantly clenches her thighs and brings her face down to hide her embarrassment despite the fact that Morgana doesn't even know she's that turned on by her.

"I've been waiting for someone to say that to me for ten years." And just when Gwen thinks Morgana can't get anymore alluring, the writer smiles sweetly at her when she forces herself to stare deeply into the willow of Morgana's eyes. "Thanks. That means a lot."

'Please don't smile at me like that again,' Gwen thinks to herself with a sweet smile directed at the grinning writer whose eyes have changed from being hollow to simply being alive. 'Or I think I might need a cold shower. Again.'

"Arthur tried to talk to me in hospital you know?" Morgana's eyes once more turn serious whilst her smile remains curved on her lips like a delicate piece of china waiting to be shattered at the tiniest hint of disdain. "I remember him talking and crying. The pussy."

Without thinking about it, Gwen shoved the writer playfully. "You love one another really; you just don't want to admit it."

In return, Morgana rolled her eyes. "He got shipped off to this private uni in America just before I got out of hospital anyway. We never actually talked again until I was twenty-two and he was about twenty-seven or something. I did miss him though. I only had Uther for company after all and Leon was to busy blowing your brother to talk to me most of the time so..."

"Have you got a scar?" Gwen interrupted with what she hopes to be a fairly-innocent look and not a look that betrays the facts that she thinks scars are extremely attractive - besides the models on Playboy magazines did nothing for her with tits made of plastic. "I mean, from where you got stabbed?"

Plus Hugh Jackman made scars attractive for her as well and Gwaine really did have a sexy-looking scar on his shoulder that had made her swoon like the stupid girl she was when she didn't realize that friend was really too busy shooting sex eyes at other men to notice her properly.

The writer shoots her a quizzical look that causes Gwen to blush at how stupid her question was in the first place. "A scar? That's the one thing you're interested in?"

"I think scars are interesting," Gwen answered with a shy smile towards Morgana's look of amusement. "Scars are attractive too because they all have a story to tell as well; so it's sort of alluring I guess…" She trailed off when Morgana's smile only seemed to get bigger and more devilish than before.

"Oh shut up."

"Gwen likes the rough girls and boys then?" Morgana teased with a wink, lifting a hand up to tap the student on the head playfully. "Is that why she wants to see my pretty scar?"

"…You have a scar? Can I please see it? I mean…" Gwen quickly adjusted her sentence with a quirky frown. "…So you have one, huh? Cool."

Before Gwen could shut her eyes properly to avoid glancing at pale skin that wasn't hers to look at anyway, Morgana had lifted a corner of her white vest to expose a rather raw-looking scar that shone marvellously in the light provided by the side lamp on the coffee table.

Gwen's fingers hovered over the particular scar with expected hesitance; not completely sure if she should touch something that held so many haunting memories for the writer - besides that though, she didn't realize how much of a turn on Morgana's scar was until she had seen it with her own two eyes.

"Right, you horny enough to jump in my pants now?" Morgana laughed gleefully at the long silence of the student staring at her scar, eyes alight with impish delight when Gwen just turned to scowl at her.

"You wish," Gwen retorted with a pout, unable to stop herself from wriggling further into Morgana's lap. "You only showed it me to see if I'd jump you."

"And failed." Morgana countered, smile joyous and her eyes seemed to lower towards the scar that was settled just above her belly button as she talked. "It still stings a bit if I poke it, but you find that sort of thing attractive I guess. You rabid little schoolgirl -"

"Shut up!" Gwen whined even more, unable to stop herself from digging her nose into the writer's shoulder to hide her blush.

Just when Morgana was about to show the student another fascinating scar right above her bum; a yell came from the front of her door - a yell that sounded revoltingly like…

"Morgana! Open up the door or I'll use Merlin's head as battering ram!"

"Hey! I didn't come here to be used as a battering ram!"

"Don't be such a girl Merlin, you've been used as a battering ram for many things! Now stand still…"

Gwen hid a giggle behind her hand once she had removed herself from Morgana's shoulder, laughing even harder when the writer merely rolled her eyes in that typical Morgana-like way.

"You can't be angry at him forever you know…" Gwen chided with a poke towards Morgana's belly. "He's your brother after all."

In response Morgana smiled fondly at the young student, ruffling the corkscrew curls with delight. "Thanks to you I don't feel angry at him anymore anyway. It's my fault that we're not talking to each other anyway."

"So!" Gwen declared with a laugh, getting up off Morgana's lap to pull the writer up along with her. "You're going to talk to him?"

"Yes, I suppose so…" Morgana murmured with a small smile, letting herself get dragged along towards her front door. "As you said, I can't stay mad at him forever. Who else would I argue with?"

"Are you actually going to forgive him this time?"

"Yes Gwen, I am."

"Really?"

"Yes Guinevere!" Morgana said loudly with her hands clinging onto Gwen's own tightly. "I will do whatever you wish for me to do as long as you stop asking me stupid questions."

"Can I have a puppy?" Gwen asked with a joking tone in her voice; hands swaying along with Morgana's due to her excitement and how bubbly she felt all of a sudden. "Mom never let me have one when I was a baby and I -"

Morgana arched a delicate brow, pulling the student in closer and raising their arms together so that it looked like they were both hanging from a ledge. "You still are a baby, Gwen."

"Says you!" Gwen countered with an embarrassed laugh; realizing how she must sound because of all her enthusiasm. "You've been holed up in your apartment for two weeks just to avoid me! You even missed out on Lance's and Leon's news!"

"Don't tell me they're getting married too…" Morgana groaned wearily, rubbing her nose just below the wrist on her right hand. "I'd hate to do go to a double wedding. You don't even know who to clap for. And the cakes, oh god-"

Gwen clenched her fingers tightly to shut Morgana up, her scowl irritated but cute in a way that made Morgana shudder. "They're planning to adopt! A little baby boy! Isn't that sweet?"

"Adopt?" Morgana whispered in awe, her insides juddering in what she knew to be delight for the happy couple. "A little baby boy? Can they even do that? How old is he? I thought you could only adopt toddlers and not babies."

"I'm not sure how it works myself but it's been confirmed that the social think they're worthy of the baby so…Only a few more weeks and Lance will be a daddy!" Gwen squealed, forcing both of their arms to drop and for their fingers to unlatch. "B-but that means I'm going to be an aunty! An aunty!"

"Congratulations," Morgana answered curtly with a slight nod of her head; the action and the darkening of her thoughts surprising her greatly. She knew what it was, but she was shocked at how Gwen's new status of becoming an aunty suddenly made her feel so, well, jealous. "You'll be a brilliant aunty. I know it."

Gwen seemed to notice the shadow across her face too, however just before anything more could happen, Arthur's knocks broke them both out of their thoughts to focus solely on the front door on Morgana's right hand side.

"MORGANA! WOULD YOU MIND OPENING THE DOOR? I CAN HEAR YOU IN THERE! DON'T MAKE ME START SINGING KATY PERRY!" Arthur yowled and then there was more banging and Merlin groaning in pain.

"No Arthur! Not Katy Perry!" Merlin seemed to complain from over the other side of the door and Morgana could just about imagine the younger man plugging his ears in. "Can't we just sing the Boyce Avenue version?"

"No my sex slave! We both know how much Morgana hates Katy Perry. She will have to come out or we'll just keep on singing."

Unable to let her thoughts corrupt her with jealousy any longer, Morgana laughed out loud and dug her forehead into Gwen's shoulder to keep her steady.

Gwen stiffened at the familiar touch, praying to god that she hoped Morgana didn't notice how heavy her breathing had gotten.

It did not help that at that exact moment both Arthur and Merlin had started singing the chorus of Teenage Dream. Gwen officially was no longer an innocent because she was going to fucking murder those two if they didn't shut the hell up singing Teenage Dream when she was having one of her own little 'teenage dream' moments.

"I-I better go," Gwen stuttered and practically nudged Morgana off her with a shaky, nervous laugh that just made her want to hit herself repeatedly over the head at how bloody deep she was in. "Because as much as I like Katy Perry. I don't like the male version that much…"

"Hey, wait a second," Morgana planted herself in front of the front door with a wicked smirk which succeeded in making Gwen's heart race ridiculously fast. "You listened to me whine like a complete baby and you're telling me you don't want anything from it?"

"No! I don't want anything!" Apart from that I'd really like it if you moved so I could have a cold shower. That would be great, thanks. Gwen decided not to add that last part just in case it might cause complications. "I just really need to get home to help my mom out, that's what I need right now. Home."

"Goodbye then," Morgana laughed devilishly with a winners smile, grasping hold of the student's elbow and pulling Gwen forward until Morgana could just about press a soft kiss on the student's neck; drawing a gasp from Gwen almost immediately Morgana's lips were on her. "Guinevere."

'You cow,' Gwen whimpered quietly to herself once she had managed to force herself away from Morgana's lips on her, smiling sweetly like would when she was meeting with an ex-boyfriend or ex-girlfriend that she still secretly liked. 'Do you have any idea what excuse I'm going to have to say to my mom when she does my washing? Have you any IDEA?'

"-I MIGHT GET YOUR HEART RACING-"

Gwen bit her lip at the not-so-coincidental-lyric that Arthur had just sung terribly for the reason that, god have mercy on her soul, Morgana was giving her a look that was making her heart race.

"In my skin tight jeans…" Was Merlin's unenthusiastic reply. Gwen would have felt sorry for him if it wasn't for the fact that she really needed to get rid of some of the pressure between her legs at the moment.

"Merlin. Please act like you're enjoying this. Otherwise I'm stuck yelling at you for the rest of our married life."

"One, we aren't married yet and two you already yell at me."

"In a loving way!"

"How is yelling loving?"

"I LOVE YOU MERLIN! LET'S SHAG IN THIS EMPTY CORRIDOR. OH WAIT."

Gwen cracked a smile at the banter between the two men, almost forgetting the fact that Morgana had removed herself from the front door to saunter her way closer and closer towards her like a predator normally would when stalking its prey.

But predators usually didn't start breathing heavily in the prey's face, they didn't angle their heads either like they were going to snog you and they most certainly didn't brush their lips against the prey before eating them now did they?

"I've really got to go!" Gwen murmured once her mind got itself into working gear - working gear meaning it had all of a sudden started yelling 'FREYA, FREYA, FREYA' like a siren - with such hesitation that even she found it pathetic.

What happened then, was that she had opened the door to witness both Merlin and Arthur pelting out another song which she guessed was called 'Carnival of Rust' and what happened then was that she had raced back home with Freya's face and Morgana's touch on her stinging the thoughts in her head.

Gwen woke up to a Saturday with unease. She'd woken up to tons of Saturdays like this, but this time it's different.

Her knickers are soaked (what a surprise), her head feels like someone's knocked a brick against it and her heart is beating wildly.

There is also a barking sound that won't seem to go away too. And there's a heavy weight on her legs.

When she finally managed to give herself enough time to look up, Gwen realized that there on her legs is a very large basket with a ball of white fluff poking out of it - along with the barking sound that woke her up in the first place.

The first thought that runs through Gwen's head at seeing such a thing on her lap goes something along the lines of: what the hell has Morgana done now?

Morgana seemed to like getting her into trouble - or anything that involved her, Gwen, in difficult situations - without even intending to get Gwen into trouble anyhow.

The second thought is: that sounds awfully like a dog.

After a while of yelping and mewling from inside the large basket, there's a different noise and all of a sudden the white ball of fluff has jumped out from the basket with a whimper.

It turns out, both of her thoughts are somehow, in a weird sort of way that honestly boggles the mind, are correct in their origins.

The white ball of fluff nudged her legs that are still enveloped in the blankets, letting Gwen just about see that around the white ball of fluff's neck is a collar with a note stuck in between the two metal chains that link said collar together.

Gwen can just about tell by the furry face that looks up at her that the fur ball is none other than a Siberian Husky puppy; it doesn't even look nine weeks old but the traits are still there, shining out at her like a signal.

The puppy is beautiful, even in Gwen's exhausted eyes it's adorable and when it whines softly at the sight of her…Her heart melts along with her brain and all that comes out of her mouth is 'aw!'

"Come here boy! Aw, aren't you adorable?" Gwen cooed with delight, watching quietly as the puppy crawls slowly into her arms with its wet nose prodding at her exposed belly button. "You're just so little and sweet with your tiny little paws! Aww! You're even more adorable than, than…Uh…Babies!"

The puppy, in response, prods at Gwen's belly button with his tongue; making Gwen giggle at the rough feel of the puppy's tongue on her stomach.

Overwhelmed at the excitement coursing through her, Gwen lifted the puppy up into her arms to nudge the note out of the puppy's collar; still feeling as though she was about to faint at the possibility that 'my-god-she-actually-owned-a-puppy!'

She knew what it said before she even opened the note, but Gwen read it anyway with her smile growing by each word.

Gwen,

Thanks. For everything. You may think you said you didn't want anything, but I caught you out.
Because I'm awesome like that. You wouldn't believe the amount of times I've been offered to men because Uther wanted children like me.
Can you imagine a whole selection of Morgana's? Little me's? The world would be a glorious place. GLORIOUS.
My mate owed me a favour so she got this little cutie for me to give to you. He's adorable by the way. For a dog. As an animal-hater this is an accomplishment.
He needs long walks, tons of food, lots of attention and basically, you have to spend all the free time you have that you don't have with me, on him.
God, you ARE a busy girl.
Oh. I sorted it out with your mom by the way. She said it was great.
Well, hope you LOVE it.

;)

Morgana x

P.S

Your mom invited me around for dinner one of the days. She thinks I'm your girlfriend.

Gwen flopped back onto her bed with a delighted sigh. For once, it looked like her life was looking up.

Merry Belated Christmas guys! ;D Hope you had a good one.
You know I read your reviews and one of them said: NO SEXUAL TENSION PLEASE.
Well actually it wasn't said like that but I like to exaggerate because exaggeration is hilarious. Try it some time.
And I read that, thinking...NAH. ;)
But you know what would make me happy?
If you REVIEWED. It's my birthday tomorrow (December 30th 2010) ;D Please make my birthday special. Or I will hunt you all down. And end you.
THAT WAS A JOKE.

Iloveyou. xxx