Chapter 10

And it was Perfect

Morgana pulled her eyes open the next morning, to be faced with the flickering light through the billowing curtains. The curtains sailed miraculously, being blown from the breeze being sent into the room by the opening window, flooding the wooden floor with rain and soaking the curtain as the torrential rain from outside crept in.

Of course, rain was the least of her worries now. She wasn't in her own bed, not even in her own house or the horrible confined room of Morgause's house. No, in fact she was in Arthur's bed, but she lay here alone. And suddenly, the room seemed almost colder because he wasn't there.

Morgana sat up in the bed, the memories of last night flooding back to her, she couldn't help but feel the slightest bit embarrassed, but she knew the worst would be from Morgause, when she pulled back up in her car, with all this explaining to do. But Morgana regretted nothing, even now as she lay alone in the bed, knowing what she had got herself back into which she was opening herself up again, free for more hurt, too vulnerable all over again. But it was the only decision, the right one she was positive. Living back there with Morgause, it was cold and horrible and she yearned for Arthur more than anything. Without him she knew she'd be constantly pining and fretting, never settled or satisfied; now she had a strange feeling of contentment rush through her.

She glanced at the clock, it wasn't even seven o'clock in the morning yet, but the sky was as bright as though it was. Still, she was chilled, so she got up to close the window, and then she'd go and find Arthur, and maybe let herself out and go home.

Morgana stood by the window, feeling the cold air on her bare arms, the exposed flesh now pricked with goose bumps, she let out a small shiver as she approached the window, lifting it up and closing it, the loud bustling sound muted and the curtains fell lifeless. The rain however continued to beat off the glass, it was a horrible, horrible day and for once the weather didn't mirror how she felt, because she felt okay, not as far as happy but content with where she stood and a Brightside better than yesterday.

The door creaked open however and Morgana shot around, like an arrow, startled from her silent glancing out the window. Arthur stood in the doorway, edging into the room.

Morgana didn't know what to expect, or how to even react. She had acted like a fool last night, yet she had shared a bed with him, he'd hardly be cold toward her, but she didn't fancy trying her luck again.

"You're up early." Arthur commented with a sly little edge on his tone, Morgana's face just remained expressionless however.

"So are you." Morgana replied, her brows furrowing the slightest bit in some confusion.

"Who said I was staying up?" Arthur raised a brow at her, walking closer to her and closing the small gap between them now. Morgana didn't quite understand what he was saying in his sly little gestures.

"You have work in an hour, do you not?" Morgana asked, raising a brow at him, looking up into his sapphire eyes, which seemed to melt her heart every time.

"Nah." Arthur shook off briskly. "It's much too bad a day for work…" He concluded, wrapping his arms around her now, because now she was his, she had proved that when she drove all that way last night to be with him.

"You can't just skip work." Morgana told him, a little gasp escaping her lips at how easily he was going to jeopardise his job, since his boss was very strict and he didn't seem to like Arthur very much.

"Says who?" Arthur asked her smugly, the smirk on his lips was never ending, and how beautiful it was, and now his arms seemed to wrap carefully around Morgana's waist.

This had taken Morgana off-guard the smallest bit. She had expected to apologise and hurry off home, where she'd wait until a decent hour, then call Morgause and sort out some arrangement as to how she'd get her car back, because Morgana certainly wasn't going to the cold cottage, knowing her sister would shout at her and then convince her to stay again.

She was surprised to say the least, at how Arthur was reacting towards her. Yet, she didn't exactly know why. Yesterday he had begged her to return home with him, and she had shot him down only to come running back into his arms that night, where everything stopped hurting and all the badness seemed to go away. Just like now.

Now, as Arthur curled his fingers around her waist and as she looked up into those perfect sapphire eyes, she could hardly believe what was happening.

"I don't plan on going anywhere." Arthur whispered, and she felt the light, soft warmth of his breath on her skin, before the soft delicate touch of his lips curled around her cheekbone. A thousand feelings burst inside of her, tingling feelings of joy and love, feelings she didn't know she had, but now she was entirely sure that Arthur was the one, the only one.

…

Somewhere along the lines, they had made their way back to the bed, the rain the only sound beating off the window, and the odd sweep of harsh wind adamant on getting in. But nothing could touch them now, curled under the soft covers of the duvet, sharing each other's body heat. Tangled and curled against one another, stealing kisses and whispering affections.

Throughout the peaceful façade however, they fell asleep again, soft and warm, content and happy, where nothing and nobody could ruin it. Morgana had Arthur now; Guinevere would not take him away, not now. And she wouldn't ruin it, now all her dreams as a teenager, of being curled against him like this, they were coming true. Everything was perfect, so perfect.

The sky brightened, bit by bit, the rain never ending, nor with the wind easing. The clock ticked and neither of them bothered to look, to see the time or to realise that they were indeed wasting a day away, but Arthur nor Morgana saw it as waste.

Morgana lay with her head against his chest, and Arthur stroked her soft dark hair affectionately. Admiring her beauty, admiring her. Morgana not half believing that she was here snuggled against his warm body. Bad dreams and nightmares would not haunt her, not tonight.

"Why did you come back?" Arthur asked, breaking the peaceful silence they had lay in for hours, the silence only interrupted by the soft bats of rain against the window, but it too seemed to blend in.

Morgana sighed, although she sighed merely out of the stiffness of lying here all these hours. She pulled her head up from his chest, and looked up at him, resting her chin on his chest now, looking up into his blue eyes, and not feeling like she had to look away because it was wrong to let them engulf her, now she had nothing to be ashamed of.

"I just needed you." Morgana told him truthfully, the horrible feelings she had last night. Waking up in the cold bed, in that dark room, alone and afraid. In fact she was sure she was still half asleep when she pulled herself out of the cold covers to make her way here, to him. Adrenaline pulsed through her, and it wasn't until she got here, when it was too late to turn back, did she realise what she was doing, yet it had been the rightest thing of all.

"Why didn't you come back with me yesterday?" Arthur asked, feeling his heart soar a bit in his chest when she pointed out she needed him, he needed her to, and now here she was, cradled against him.

"I was still debating on whether you deserved me." Morgana sighed with a joke, getting up in the bed and stretching, this moment was too perfect and she hadn't been so glad, coming here last night.

Arthur's hands curled around her waist again however and he pulled her back against the mattress, tugging the covers over them lightly and snuggling against her, she laughed and he did too; it was perfect.

"I'm sorry Morgana." Arthur whispered, stroking the plains of her jawline under the darkness of the covers as he stared at her, she stared at him and then he felt the light pressure of her finger placed against his lips.

"Sshh…" She muttered, still staring at him. "Don't ruin it."

And then she found her own lips against his this time, curling her hands around him as he pulled her closer. Arthur had her, and he had no intentions of letting her go, of screwing this up once again. Morgana had him and she planned to keep it that way, she was much too hard on herself she realised, not allowing herself this was just cruel.

…

The day lingered by, and through stolen kisses they managed to fall in and out of sleep, yet nietehr of them had ever felt as refreshed. Every time one of the climbed up to glance at the clock, the other would tug them back down under the warmth of the covers.

Morgana eventually pulled her eyes open however, tofind a sleeping Arthur tangled beside her. It was then she managed to glance at the clock, and it was past four in the day. She would have gasped and jumped from the bed in shock, but instead she was happy to lay back down, to Arthur and see him now awake, lying beside her comfortably.

"What time is it?" He asked, Morgana wondered why he even bothered because all day he had resisted her glaring at the alarm clock on the bedside table, in fear she would notice the time and get up.

"Ten past four." Morgana replied, still feeling she could sleep a few hours more, but if she did she knew there was no hope of her sleeping tonight.

"I suppose we best get up then?" Arthur moaned, never taking his eyes off her nonetheless.

"I suppose." She replied, yet none of them seemed to bother to move.

They lay in silence for a few moments longer, until the clock's hand managed to tick twenty minutes more, they lay just staring at each other, examining each other's face.

Until Morgana broke the utter perfectness by getting up, realising that if she did lay any longer there wouldn't be any point in getting up at all, although part of her wished she could lie forever with Arthur, sadly life got in the way.

"I should ring Morgause." Morgana muttered as she got up from the bed to scuttle through the pockets of her jacket, to find her phone.

It had been off, and after she switched it on she waited a few moments to allow it to load, and with every passing second more missed calls flooded in. It wasn't until she saw she had 32 missed calls from her sister, as well as 15 aggressive texts she didn't even bothering reading.

She couldn't put this off any longer, the longer she avoided calling her sister the worse it would be. So, Morgana bit her tongue and pressed 'Call'. With each ring her stomach flipped, she dreaded to hear the mouthful of abuse she'd get.

"You!" Morgause snapped down the phone the second she answered. "I've been calling you all night, you awful little thing- how dare you- how dare you-"

"Shh a minute!" Morgana whined. But she soon realised that was going nowhere since Morgause just continued to roar abuse down the phone, Morgan allowed her to finish, muttering 'I know' at every free chance she could.

"Will you shut up a second?" Morgana groaned when the nagging had went on long enough. "Look, I'll ring you later to sort out some arrangement for your car…"

"Some arrangement?" Morgause hissed. "You'll take that car right back to me! Now!"

"I can't, I'm busy." Morgana told her promptly.

"Busy? Busy doing what!" Morgause growled angrily down the phone. "Where are you? Who're you with?" Her sister snapped angrily, Morgana was only thankful she wasn't there with her.

"No one, nothing." Morgana lied, knowing the moment she mentioned Arthur's name Morgause would go off in another rant, and there was no doubt Arthur could hear her rants and yells, since she was shouting that loud.

"You're with him, aren't you?" Morgause snarled bitterly. "Urgh- you're ridiculous!" She growled hotly. "He's an insolent little rat and you're just as bad!"

"Goodbye Morgause!" Morgana shouted, before she ripped the phone away from her ear and hung up. No doubt Morgause hadn't noticed yet and she was still raving about her and Arthur down the phone, and after she did realise she'd only rant and rave to herself over how 'rude' her sister was being.

"Didn't take it well then?" Arthur asked, Morgana picking up the hint of sarcasm in his voice. He looked at her with a fake, overly glossy smile pulled on his lips as he leaned up from the bed.

"Nope." Morgana shook her head, realising she didn't want to call Morgause later, she didn't want to see Morgause until she'd forgotten this whole ordeal, and Morgana was afraid she'd never forget. Then there was the prospect of bringing her back her car.

"I'll have to bring her car back to her." Morgana admitted, realising she couldn't put that off either, Morgause lived in the middle of nowhere, without a car she was practically stranded.

"You can't bring it back now, not in that weather." Arthur told her, signalling the window the rain was still beating off.

"It's December, the weather's going to be like that every day for the next two months." Morgana told him as though he were stupid, glaring at him with heavy eyes full of sarcasm.

"Well she can at least meet you halfway, I mean how are you going to get back?" Arthur made her understand. If Morgana drove in Morgause's car, who would take Morgana home?

"She'll have to come get the car herself." Arthur shook off, getting up from the bed, finally to throw on some clothes.

"No, that's just cruel." Morgana realised, understanding that Morgause had come and practically done a good deed for her over the past few days, picking her up and helping her clean up the mess she'd made.

"Cruel? Have you heard the way she just spoke to you?" Arthur snapped in disbelief, he had never liked Morgause, and even though she was Morgana's sister he saw no reason to ever show her kindness.

"I stole her car in the middle of the night and left her stranded." Morgana snapped back in disbelief at him, she could entirely understand how Morgause would be angry. "She had every right to be annoyed!"

"That's your idea of annoyed?" Arthur replied, rolling his eyes in annoyance himself.

"Look, I'm bringing her the car back and that's the end of it!" Morgana snapped, throwing the phone on the bed before she went to leave the room.

"Not tonight you're not." Arthur said, pulling her back by the wrist. Morgana turned and looked at him, knowing he had more to say. "You'll go tomorrow, hopefully that awful weather will have cleared up a bit by then; she'll be okay waiting one more day."

Morgana nodded, knowing it was the only right decision. She didn't want to drive all that way anyway in that weather, and so soon. Perhaps she'd wait until later and ring Morgause when she'd have had one of her glasses of wine, and then perhaps she'd be able to convince her to meet her halfway by getting the train.

…

The day lingered by, Morgana had left Arthur's to go home, but he made her promise she'd return as soon as she got a change of clothes, since she insisted she needed to get home for a bit.

Morgana had got through the door and got the quickest shower imaginable, half drying her hair with the dryer and then scurrying back to Arthur's claiming she had taken her time.

When she returned she noticed he had taken the liberty to try to cook something. Unfortunately, this was Arthur which meant it would be entirely stupid for her to expect a three course meal, instead an oven meal which took twenty minutes to cook. Still, she couldn't fault him for trying.

"You have to eat something." Arthur made a jibe at the food he had just set in front of her on the breakfast bar.

"Right." Morgana nodded, looking down to an oven ready Shepard's pie, which was a bit black and crusted around the sides in its plastic container.

Arthur shovelled his out of the container and onto a plate before sitting beside her, she couldn't help but laugh.

"Really Arthur, I mean if I'd have known you would have gone to all this trouble!" She joked, laughing as he spooned a mouthful into his mouth.

Arthur laughed too, realising it probably looked measly and stupid, and if he tried he could have done better. But he only had a half an hour and his freezer was near empty.

"Sorry, I just thought because-"

"No Arthur, I'm joking!" Morgana confessed with a grin, still laughing slightly. She didn't think he needed to explain himself. "It's fine- this is great!" She smiled more prominently now, realising that Arthur had made this meal especially for her, it wouldn't have mattered if it was a pot noodle full of kettle water; he'd still done it for her.

They ate in silence, before Morgana got up and threw her now empty food container in the bin, lifting Arthur's plate and putting it in the dishwasher. Only now did she notice how much this house missed a woman's touch, since Arthur really didn't do anything to spruce the place up a bit, after Guinevere had left he'd just stopped caring as it were.

Arthur fell down on the sofa, feet and all. Lifting the TV remote and flicking through the channels to find something worth watching, Morgana glanced at the time, understanding it was six, she should be getting home soon…

"Merlin rang while you were out." Arthur told her, never taking his eyes off the television, still flicking aimlessly through the hundreds of channels.

"Oh, and what did he say?" Morgana asked, realising that Arthur was going somewhere with this, why else would be bring it up?

"Oh, nothing important." Arthur sighed, finding nothing of interest of the TV.

"Great." Morgana nodded, furrowing her brows in confusion as she went to go near the sofa.

Merlin called Arthur, all the time. Morgana was shocked he hadn't called at the door today to lounge about and eat Arthur's food, yet she realised that the weather was preventing him from leaving the house. Arthur of course had filled him in whilst on the phone, telling him Morgana was here and if he dared showed up or phoned he'd string him up on the lamppost outside. Merlin backed off immediately and let him be, somehow happy that they'd seemed to work things out.

Morgana sighed, before sitting down beside Arthur who was still flicking aimlessly though channels; finally she snatched the remote off him and grinned. "Let's put a scary one on." Morgana told him, implying a scary film.

"No." Arthur said at once with a frown.

"Aw why, do they scare you?" Morgana made puppy dog face of bemusement.

"What? No!" Arthur shoved off with as much defence as he could muster.

"They did when you were small." Morgana muttered as she went to find something horrific in the film section of Arthur's SKY box.

"I was a kid, what kid wouldn't be afraid of Salem's Lot?" Arthur frowned in be wilderness as he looked to her; she still had her eyes transfixed on the TV.

"I wasn't afraid of it." Morgana told him immediately with a smirk.

"You weren't afraid of anything…" Arthur grumbled under his breath as she finally chose a film, The Shining, one she'd seen numerous times, one everyone did. Yet it was the only thing on.

"Would you prefer we put on a romantic soppy one instead?" Morgana said sarcastically in a mocking voice as she looked up at him. "Look, Titanic's on." She showed him, although making fun of him.

"Hmm… So you're giving me the choice between a psychotic murderer or a sinking ship?" Arthur replied, pretending to think and making fun of her.

"You always had a crush of Kate Winslet; I mean you nearly cried when Gwen bought you the Mildred Pierce boxset for Christmas." Morgana laughed, although her laughing stopped when she noticed he wasn't laughing with her, then she realised why. Gwen, even when she wasn't here she was ruining everything.

Morgana looked away from him with a solid face. "The Shining is good." She told him, switching to that instead, it was already a quarter of the way through, she only hoped he'd forget her bad thought out words and watch it.

They watched in silence for what felt like forever, although neither of them where truly watching it, really. The awkwardness lingered, and it shouldn't have, Morgana knew and Arthur knew. Arthur couldn't help now but remember Gwen, the girl he was sure he'd forgotten, but now she was living with Lancelot and having his child, that didn't bother him though, because all love for her had been lost, and now Morgana consumed it. Yet it scared him, how quickly he had forgotten her when just last month she had been his everything, and now everything sat right beside him and he was ignoring her, making her feel awkward and uncomfortable.

Arthur opened his mouth to speak but was cut short with a loud zap, and then they say in darkness. Morgana jumped beside him, and he could almost feel her tense up with what he could only imagine was fear.

The TV was off, all the lights and all the electrical appliances, now all they could hear was the rain. He went to get up, grunting something about the 'Electricity must have went out', but Morgana grabbed his hand, then quickly dropped it when she realised what she'd done. It was only a power cut due to the weather, it was fine. But now she didn't want to go home to a dark lonely house, that prospect was quite frightening.

"It's just a power cut Morgana." Arthur told her, something in his voice was trying to perk her up to not be afraid.

"I know." She moaned defensively, she didn't want to seem scared.

Arthur sat back down beside her, they sat here too now listening to the rain, and the horrible wind that didn't seem to ease up, the darkened winter sky made everything seem blacker than it was as it shone through the window, Morgana couldn't help but feel creeped out slightly she hated the dark, especially this silence.

Arthur put his arm around her; he knew she was scared although she was much too proud to admit it. When she was just a girl she'd play horrible, nasty tricks on him in the day, get him in awful amounts of trouble with his father, hide his clothes when he went to shower, kick him when he called her a girl. Yet, a night she was always the one to peep into his room, waking up from one of her nightmares, he was kinder then, to understand not to tell her to go away, instead he welcomed her, and they'd lie in the same bed, whilst he'd tell her nice stories to clear her mind of the evil traces dreams left. Perhaps that was why she hated darkness so much, the awful solitude that came with it, the fact that nightmares were lurking in the shadows.

Morgana felt at ease after few moments, she hated the darkness, the fact that she saw the same thing when she opened and closed her eyes. That anything could be around her and she didn't know it, she hated it. Luckily though, she had Arthur- if she'd been home alone she'd be sure she'd have skipped around to someone's house anyway, despite the hour.

The rain and win battling outside made everything more eerie, she was sure those whistles were just the wind, and that the loud thumps were just the rain.

They could do nothing, nothing but wait and they were sure nothing would come back on now until morning or at least until this dreadful weather eased up, which she was sure it had no intent on doing, at least for now.

They sat for what felt like hours listening the rain outside, listening to it batter and beat off the window and the wind that shook the class and made the rain beat harder. It was quite cosy, there was no denying, with the comfort that they had each other and no harm would come, just like it had been this morning.

Morgana rested her head against Arthur's shoulder and he stroked her hair affectionately. Morgana couldn't help but think back to yesterday, when everything was so wrong and she had been so broken, yet in a matter of hours she had picked herself back up to Arthur and now everything was perfect, she couldn't imagine what heartache felt like anymore.

She looked up to Arthur, not knowing why or how, just that she wanted to, sort of like a subconscious decision she had made momentarily. Even in the darkness his sapphire eyes seemed to sparkle, like when the sun would set on the sea, they were heavenly.

Arthur looked back at her, wondering why she was staring and now he wondered why he was staring back, at those large, emerald eyes that easily would have broken any man's heart, but not his, because she was his, no more pain would be suffered.

"I should be getting home." Morgana said after a few moments, but she was cut off, not receiving a reply, instead receiving the tantalizing feeling of his warm lips pressed against hers. That had answered any comment about her going home.

His lips were warm, sweet and tempting, but it seemed all temptation had been given into, because she certainly wasn't pulling away, and neither was he. They both owed it to each other not to.

Morgana felt like she was a teenager again, doing something like this when she was bored, she was certainly living up to the stereotype. The rain was melodic now; they could barely hear it because it had been going on for so long it just felt perpetual.

She closed her eyes and held Arthur close to her, holding him against her like a prized possession, and he was, he was the most prized of all. She shifted herself up into a more comfortable position after a few moments, when she soon realised that this wasn't just going to be a sweet kiss before bedtime. Now she was closer to him, much closer, so much in fact that she was kneeling on the couch, with him between her, his hands around her back as his fingers laced over her glossy hair, bunching her ebony waves into knots, it only made the whole ordeal more exhilarating.

They had shared a moment in the early morning and late afternoon, but it had been nothing compared to this, because now all the innocence seemed to be gone, they were no longer boy and girl but man and woman, tasting and teasing each other in the darkness, yet still finding the whole aspect sinful and deceitful as though they were committing some sort of crime, yet they had every right now to act more like lovers than old friends.

Morgana no longer felt like she had to hold back, like she had done in her kitchen, when he was broken and hurt, because now the anchor that was Gwen had been shaken off, Arthur was hers now, no one would take him away.

Her mind seemed to wipe blank of everything, or every important thought and even where she was, because she soon realised none it mattered, nothing at all, nothing but Arthur.

This had been everything she ever wanted, him and only him and now it seemed everything for once was happening how she wanted it to.

There were short gasps and intakes of breath and every free chance they could, yet neither of the pair wanted to break away from something so perfect, for fear that it might end, that the moment would be lost and they'd resume sitting on the couch side by side again. In fact now the worst case scenario would be for the electric to come back on, although Morgana was sure she'd never notice if it did, because she was so consumed with Arthur.

Things had gotten heated in a matter of minutes, with every kiss and grasp of skin, they just wanted more; they were greedy with lust, with high feelings of pleasure and satisfaction, on a high that couldn't go down.

Arthur placed his arms tightly around her now, and held onto her as he got up from the chair; Morgana had her arms tight around his neck, holding him tightly as he lifted her and began walking for the door, their lips breaking apart for all of a second, although Arthur felt her smile within the kiss. It was strange how he knew his way without looking, every step up the staircase and which door to open to his room, but he found it.

Arthur threw Morgana onto the bed, and she groaned in satisfaction before she pulled his face back to hers and placed her lips back upon his, the soft tug and pull of never wanting to let go.

Things were more heated now, and lustrous, their bodies longing for the pleasure that was to ensue, impatient with lust, oblivious with passion. They began tearing each other's clothes off, the horrible downfall of breaking their lips apart for those short seconds, as she tore at his hair and he fisted his hands in hers.

"I should… call… Morgause…" Morgana muttered in-between breathes realising she should call her sister, before things got carried away, otherwise she'd have to face the fiery wrath of her in the morning.

"No…" Arthur grumbled, the thought of breaking away from Morgana whilst she chattered on the phone to her annoying sister, waiting for her to finish, it would drive him mad, if the desire to have her wasn't doing so already.

Morgana broke away from him immediately though, when she had realised something, before they got too far and it was too late.

"Ring her in the morning!" Arthur whined like an impatient boy.

"No…" Morgana shook her head, it was clear no one would be calling Morgause tonight.

She shifted her head as though it was the most obvious answer that Arthur should be thinking of. But he looked at her impatiently and made to pull her close to him again and clash his lips against hers but she stopped him, knowing if she met his lips again that would be it.

"Protection!" She belted out, just wishing he'd hurry before she all desire to commit this unlawful act slithered away.

"Oh…" Arthur looked disheartened. "I don't have any." He looked up to her again, realising that this was the most common answer she'd been searching for, and he could have kicked himself for not having any protection handy in his bedside drawer, yet he hadn't expected this to happen.

"Oh." Morgana looked disheartened now too, she had gotten worked up for a downer, the exhilarating feeling of kissing Arthur could no longer be, she was sure one thing would lead to another now. "Neither do I."

They stared at each other for a moment before they averted their eyes, feeling awkward and embarrassed. Neither of them wanted to risk the chances of Morgana getting pregnant, which would just be extremely idiotic. They had only just made up.

"Right… well…" Morgana finally pushed herself up into the bed and tugged the blankets around her, still slightly breathless from all the kissing. "I guess it's goodnight then."

"Yep." Arthur had to agree, climbing in beside her.

They both felt stupid, as she laid facing one side and him the other. Morgana still had her bra on, and her jeans, she thought about getting up and changing out of them but in fear of feeling stupider she resisted that idea. Arthur just lay in tracksuit bottoms, wanting to kick himself silly. Although in a few moments the desire to want each other would linger away, and sleep would come and in the morning it would all be forgotten.

Of course, Morgana tried to close her eyes, to sleep, but she couldn't- the yearning of desire and lust of wanting Arthur was keeping her awake, until she found herself on top of him again and muttering 'sod it' as her lips met his again, finally.

This was being stupid; she knew it was, in fact so much that her old high school nurse would be scolding her like a disobedient dog. But this was Arthur, one single night of passion and exhilarating lust couldn't do any harm, could it?

Nothing mattered anymore, and Arthur knew he should be in a better position to talk her out of it, but her lips were crashing so fiercely against his he could barely breathe, and soon the idea had completely slipped out of their minds, greed, lust and oblivion had taken over once more, like the sound of the perpetual rain.

A/N

Hello everyone! :) Thanks for your lovely reviews, they mean the world! I know this chapter is more fluff really than anything else, but I hope you're happy that it's just Arthur and Morgana for once! No Merlin getting in the way! ;) Much more will happen in the next chapters; I just felt I needed to do a nice Arthur and Morgana chapter for once, since normally there's something heavy looming. I promise the next chapter will be packed with drama! :D And any suggestions are welcome via review or PM! Please R&R! The more the faster the update! :) Love you all! 3