Title: Seven Sins
Chapter Title: Serving Under Her
Chapter Rating: M
Rating: M at the moment, but will most likely go into the R rating later on
Warning: Explicit Sex
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?
NO CHAPTER SUMMARY. Just tons of jumping around. :D And finally we get back to Morgana's POV half way through or so. :]
Also, check out LottieVanHelsing's fic 'I Do Not Hook Up' if you're interested in some Leon/Lance lovin' with dashes of Merthur and Morgwen. ;D
Gwen called the puppy Moonlight after her father's grey hound that passed away just before he had left to go to war; she'd always liked the name and now she could even use it for own pet.
Moonlight loved almost everyone he was introduced to (Gwaine especially if dry-humping his leg meant anything) apart from that one little person who Gwen felt like she'd give up all her limbs for.
For some reason Moonlight did not like Morgana touching her at all, in fact, the puppy hated it and once had even got so angry with Morgana touching Gwen that he had howled loudly to try and distress the neighbours into seeing what the hell was going on.
Gwen named Moonlight's behaviour as playfulness and just a little incy wincy bit of jealousy. She thought it was absolutely adorable.
Morgana named Moonlight's behaviour as spoilt and ridiculously over-protective - but the writer couldn't complain; after all, she had bought Moonlight for Gwen therefore that meant she had to at least try and get along with the canine.
Nimueh had finally returned from her holiday Friday night and that meant she and Gwen were holed up under the blankets of Gwen's bed with their bodies pitching said blanket up like a tent - Moonlight barking playfully and nipping at their feet as they discussed.
"She kissed me. We sorta kissed. Brushing someone's lips sort of means kissing, right?" Gwen had immediately called Nimueh over to speak to the other girl about the events of what happened last Friday; her mind spinning at all the possibilities and alternatives.
"You kissed her? GET IN THERE BABY GIRL!" Nimueh of course did not see any sort of bad side to this and instead hugged her like crazy, the consequence after doing so being that Moonlight started howling in excitement at Nimueh's movements. "Oh I knew you two were going to shag some time soon!"
"Kissed! Kissed! Not shagged! Me and Morgana-" as if on cue, Moonlight started growling and nipped at Gwen's big toe to show his displeasure at the mention of the writer. "Ow! Moonlight, stop it you silly git! As I was saying…Me and you-know-who have not done anything else since then."
"But you wanted to, right?" Nimueh asked with that all-knowing smile of hers; brushing a hand through Moonlight's fur.
Gwen flushed, running a hand through her corkscrew curls in an attempt to try to calm her nerves. "Well, yeah but I stopped before anything could happen. I mean, I think we was just going to snog to be perfectly honest but-"
"Just snogging? You're such schoolgirl Gwen!" Nimueh laughed teasingly at the hot blush on Gwen's cheeks. "What about that act of chastity you took? You've got rid of it, right?"
"Yeah! Obviously!" Gwen stuttered because all of a sudden she feels like she's about to choke on the not-so-saintly thoughts that she delights in playing with. "What sort of stupid question is that anyway?"
"It's not a stupid question; it meant a lot to your dad…" Nimueh bites back with something that Gwen recognizes to be disquiet at the subject. "I just didn't know that's all…"
Gwen brushed the inside of her mouth with her tongue, flopping back down against the sheets to try and soothe herself into thinking straight.
It was Saturday tomorrow after all.
"My fucking god she tasted good; I can't get the taste out of my mouth, y'know?"
Arthur made a face that was clear to anyone went on to rival disgust at his sister's latest endeavour.
"That is disgusting. I seriously do not need to know how some girl you met in CANDY tasted last night."
Morgana rolled her eyes, turning to go get unchanged behind the wardrobe so that it gave her some privacy away from Arthur's eyes and his idiocy. "Excuse me, but I remember you telling me about how Merlin tasted like a rainbow the first time you went down on him!" She scoffed, throwing her top over the wardrobe so that it landed on Arthur's head. "A rainbow? Really? Not all of us are fond of Skittles, Arthur."
Tossing a glare over his shoulder (not that it looked that intimidating with Morgana's silvery top on his head) Arthur gave the wardrobe covering his sister the finger. "At least some of us have decency around here! I can't believe Freya didn't catch you."
Unbuttoning her jeans and sidling out of the blue denim, Morgana shot Arthur a smirk from around the corner of the wardrobe. "Freya knows that Saturdays are mine and Gwen's domain so she fucks off until Sunday. Aren't I the lucky one?"
Sensing that Morgana was smirking at him like the evil harpy she was, Arthur turned to scowl pitifully at her. "You're insane! Why can't you just tell her 'sorry love, but I don't want to shag anymore' like a normal person would!"
Morgana pouted mockingly in return. "Well Arthur, let me list the reasons shall I? One: her brother sure wouldn't mind wrapping his fingers around my neck if I did. Two: Uther THINKS I'm stable in this relationship and that is seriously the only reason why his talking to me again. Three: She used to be a journalist and I'm not risking that, at all. Four: You're a twat and I don't like your face. It's too babyish."
Immediately Arthur raked a hand across his face before staring down at his hands like they had somehow offended him.
"Oh by the way, once you're done looking at yourself like the monster you are; pass me a towel from over by the bed."
Morgana smirked devilishly at the growl she heard from the other side of the room, tugging off her underwear and bra to once more just chuck over her wardrobe with a laugh at the undignified mutters she heard in reply to her actions.
"I bet that girl you ate out told you that you were the most horrible fuck she'd ever had, yeah?" Arthur grunted and it made Morgana smile to know that all of her clothes were pretty much falling everywhere around or on him like grenades. "They do normally tell you that though, right?"
"No actually," Morgana cooed innocently, spinning around on the spot to once more look over at Arthur from behind her wardrobe. "She said I was great and gave me her number if I ever wanted to meet up at her apartment again. Good, eh?"
"Fan-fucking-tastic." Arthur replied with an unenthusiastic tone he only saved for students and family reunions. "One day, you're going to get herpes or something like that."
Pulling her 'grave' face on, Morgana shot her brother the most sincere frown she can muster - despite how insincere she really is being - to try and catch his attention. "Arthur, it's too late. I'm so sorry. I didn't want to tell you because I thought you'd yell at me and I'm so-" Morgana trailed off wickedly at the shocked look that had appeared on the blonde man's face.
However Arthur soon recovered and instantaneously his glare was back on his face. "W-what? By who?"
At that, Morgana ducked her face back into the safety of the wardrobe she'd practically hid behind; eyes alight with impish glee.
"Oh I don't know…I think his-" and that horrified gasp from Arthur just makes Morgana even more satisfied, "name was something like…Oh, uh. Merlin. Yeah."
The silence is deafening, so Morgana used her womanly instincts and turned her face back around the wardrobe again; hands secured over her eyes just in case Arthur brought out his so-called secret dart set to throw at her.
Instead Arthur just chucks the towel at her face, blinding her for a half a second until Morgana can pull the offending piece off her with a dignified scowl. "Now that, was not very nice Arthur."
For some reason that eludes Morgana completely, Arthur isn't scowling or even glaring at her (a change indeed) and is instead content in smiling at her in a weird sort-of-way that Morgana doesn't trust.
"It's good to have you back, sis." Arthur smiled leisurely, folding his arms and dropping down to sit at the end of his sister's bed. "Missed fighting with you and all."
Morgana felt something swell inside her chest, something that felt like her heart - if she had one, Uther was always reminding her of that particular tidbit - something that came close to that insipid emotion she detested incredibly whenever it reared its ugly head.
Love.
She despised it because love was for the weak and foolish, yet she also found herself respecting it due to the fact that love made people do strange things - honourable things.
But still, it made her roll her eyes affectionately at her smiling brother. "You're getting soft in your old age Arthur, you've practically got me on my knees by how lovely you're being right now."
Arthur opened his mouth to speak, but Morgana shushed him with a wave of her hand.
"Anyway, can you believe this? You know that girl I was telling you about? The girl at CANDY?"
"How could I forget?" Arthur grumbled with an exaggerated sigh, resting his chin in the palm of his hand. "You've been rambling on about it for the past ten minutes."
"Yes, well, whatever. As I was saying before you so rudely interrupted. This girl actually tried to kiss me! Even though I told her before I shagged her that I don't do kissing - especially with flings."
Unable to stop himself from doing so, Arthur pulled a face of complete disbelief at his shocked-looking sister who had now stepped out from the wardrobe with a towel wrapped around her. "Wait, so you're telling me you don't kiss at all? Not even with Freya?"
Morgana shuddered inwardly, wrapping the towel tighter around her. "I try not to. It's not that I don't like kissing; just not kissing them."
"Well you should have knocked her out or something. Used your head for once," Arthur stated simply with a tap to the side of his head. "Or you should have just told her to piss off."
"Piss off? No thank you; I was getting my fix!" Morgana snapped indignantly with a fiendish grin. "It was Friday night after all and they all love it when I come on Friday nights."
"You're a heartbreaker, you do know that right?" The blonde murmured grouchily, remembering how before he had met Merlin he had been a bit of a heartbreaker himself.
"And you're so domesticated it's scary," Morgana retorted with a bob of her tongue. "What happened to the Arthur that used to come break hearts with me? That was so much fun back -"
"I've changed now Morgana," Arthur interrupted, eyes dark in what Morgana could only guess as shame. "For the better."
Morgana paused in turning to skip her way towards the shower; her lip trapped in between her teeth at the odd look on her brother's face. It was strange seeing Arthur like this; he looked so old, battered and bruised because of his past life before Merlin - it was awful to see that the life her brother had lived before still remained in the scars that was known as his eyes.
"I know Arthur," Morgana nodded with a weak smile; staring down at her feet for some source of comfort that she longed for anxiously. "Sorry for bringing it up, eh?"
Arthur glanced up with wide eyes; genuinely surprised that Morgana was actually showing that resembled a little bit of affection! For him! It was not something that he received often from his sister and for her to be so nice to him was rather…What was the word?
"I meant about the baby face, that was pretty low of me. Don't worry, you'll soon get rid of it. Keep eating your vegetables and people won't even laugh at you behind your back." Morgana smiled warmly, patting Arthur fondly on the top of his head before stalking her way into her built-in en suite - courtesy of Uther.
Ah right, that was the word. Suspicious.
"Git!" Arthur yelled at Morgana's retreating form with a grin. "No wonder you have no friends."
"Wrong! I have Gwen!" Morgana called back from over the loud sound of the water starting to drip onto the tiles of her walk-in shower.
"Who you fancy, yeah." Arthur responded with a nefarious smirk, not missing a beat once.
"What's wrong with Gwen?"
"There's nothing at all wrong with Gwen, she's lovely. It's her I'm worried about," and Arthur meant that genuinely. He loved Morgana to bits (he truly did) but he still did not want to see Gwen get hurt because of her therefore he would give her a right shouting at if Morgana ever came close to hurting the student. "I don't want you upsetting her, that's all."
"Arthur I'm not even going to hurt the one friend who believes in me, so get that stick out of your arse will you?"
"Are you saying you and Gwen are best friends?" Arthur asked with a furrowed brow, feeling even more confused. "Because Gwen's already made it clear Freya is her best friend and I don't want you hurt either so-"
"Some best friend Freya is then; she hardly talks about Gwen." Morgana shot back with a snort and Arthur chuckled slightly at the jealously in his sister's tone. "And whenever I mention Gwen she changes the subject."
"Maybe you're just boring?"
"I am the most un-boring person ever! I was Miss Popularity at Uni." Morgana yelled back, giving Arthur the image of that smug look over his sister's face whenever she was remembering something fairly good. He secretly called her Smirkgana whenever he saw that expression; secretly of course.
"You actually WATCH the HISTORY channel! Normal people who are un-boring do not watch the History channel."
"Arthur it's hardly my fault you can't appreciate the beauty of learning about the past. How amazing is this by the way, did you know that people have speculated about King Arthur having a secret lover? And guess what? He was a man!" Morgana's excited voice answered with that annoying superior-way Arthur loathed. "They didn't find out his name but they have old letters passed on between the King and his so-called lover."
"Forgery probably," Arthur shot back with a roll of his eyes, flopping down onto his sister's bed. "Because King Arthur married Guinevere."
"That doesn't mean Arthur can't be doing it with his manservant or something strange like that."
Arthur agreed to disagree and played with the curls on the back of his neck, wondering silently how his future husband was doing back at the hospital with that woman in labour.
He'd always found it strange how Merlin could be able to do that sort of…stuff. Though he couldn't talk; he must be insane to force himself to teach students about Forensic Science and whatnot - that or maybe a little bit too columns short of a hall, yeah probably.
The door rang and Arthur heard Morgana groan at the interruption of her shower. "Arthur! Go get the door! I'll be out in a sec."
Arthur lugged himself off the soft duvet covers cushioning his body, muscles tense at the thought that now he had to go teach at London's Uni where his lovely students would be able to tease him before dinner time and make his ears turn red.
They did after all love talking about Merlin. Not that he told them about Merlin. Arthur just couldn't help bringing Merlin up now and again when a student was talking to him about what happened back home or over the holidays and so on.
Morgana had told him once upon a time that the students only found out because he just couldn't shut the hell up about Merlin.
Apparently he had said Merlin ten times in one full sentence which was impossible, but Arthur had learnt never to question Morgana.
"Alright, but I'm going so whoever it is will just have to walk in on you having a shower." Arthur called sadistically, walking out of Morgana's bedroom to proceed towards the front door.
Just stepping out the shower, Morgana resisted the urge to rush at her brother, naked and all, just to scare the fucking piss out of him.
It was tempting, so instead Morgana let herself sigh contently to try and calm her anger. "Arthur, it could be a serial killer and you would have left me home to get stabbed to death."
"I didn't know serial killers knocked doors!" Was the last thing Morgana heard of her brother that day, accompanied by the opening and slamming of a door and even quieter footsteps being placed around her apartment.
Grabbing a towel from the rack on the far side of the suite, Morgana wrapped it around her and tip-toed her way back into her room.
And was faced with the blushing face of Gwen.
"Guinevere!" Morgana half squeaked, half yelled in surprise at Gwen's sudden appearance in her bedroom. She didn't exactly know why she was so surprised because Gwen came around her house every Saturday, but never had Gwen seen her come out from the god damn shower.
Now it just looked like Gwen wanted the ground to swallow her - Morgana couldn't blame her due to the fact that she wouldn't mind either if the ground would do her a favour and swallow her up too.
"Uh, sorry for coming in like this. I didn't know you were in the shower," Gwen said rather calmly in Morgana's opinion, her hazelnut eyes moving towards the en suite before returning to Morgana's level once more. "I'll turn my back if you want, if you want to get changed or something…"
"No," Morgana interrupted with confidence she did not even know she possessed - not when it came to trivial matters such as the conflicting emotions of her desire and longing to hold onto a friend who had so far, not abandoned her once. "I'll just have to hold my towel or something. We've got a lot to do today. I've changed my plans and have re-wrote character profiles and I've even altered some of the plot that I had set out before."
Gwen's strangled expression that had been settled on her face just after Morgana had made the suggestion to stay in just a towel quickly got replaced by something Morgana guessed as pure irritation.
"Morgana you can't keep changing the plot and characters or we'll never get the book done!"
Morgana gripped tightly onto her towel as she tip-toed her way over the soft carpet floor to stand directly in front of the student, eyes narrowed into what she hoped to be a particular menacing look.
"Writing takes time Gwen!" Morgana barked with a slight smirk at how her snappy tone had caused Gwen to flush slightly under her gaze. "The author can decide how long their going to take and what their going to do because it's their book. Nobody can rush them as it would be merely pressurizing the writer, therefore making the ending of said book sloppier and to be frank; a lot more crap."
Gwen's lips quirked upwards into a disapproving, but rather adorable smile - Morgana wondered slightly if Gwen would ever stop being adorable, then decided that she really hoped not.
Morgana didn't realize how close she was to Gwen until she felt the younger girl's breath on her lips, her eyes closing and the air coming out of her parted lips is short and heavy like she's just stopped holding her breath and is breathing in with desperation to try and get more air.
"So, uhm…" Gwen's murmurs are enough to cause Morgana to open her eyes again, enough to make the writer see that not only Gwen is even further away from her than before but she's also sitting down with her fingers curled tightly into the duvet sheets like her life depended on it. "What's the plot now? Just run me through and all."
At that moment with the sudden ache in between her legs, Morgana exhaled noisily in frustration - not completely sure if the frustration was at herself or at Gwen for not taking a god damn chance.
Gwen caught her sigh (evidently, Morgana didn't think she could make it anymore obvious) and shifted more onto the writer's bed. Morgana guessed the girl was probably uncomfortable with her unsubtle advances, though that hardly changed anything because god damn even if it killed her, Morgana knew she was going to kiss Gwen properly at least once.
"Why do we have to talk about the book?" Morgana grunted in annoyance, flopping herself down beside Gwen with her fingers still clenched tightly around the rough material of her towel. "Why can't we just talk about you and me? Like, what's your favourite colour?"
The student next to her made a strangled noise in the back of her throat, drawing Morgana's attention to the girl once more. "You said we had a lot of work to do today! Besides, I already told you that it was yellow. You just forgot."
"I didn't forget," Morgana retorted with a bob of her tongue and a shove in Gwen's general direction. "I just used that question as an example. So here's my first question, who do you fancy at your uni?"
"Why do you think I fancy anyone at my university?" Gwen responded sharply with her cheeks flushing an incredible dark colour that Morgana thought brought out Gwen's eyes.
"Oh, so you fancy someone outside of university? I see," Morgana laughed mischievously, using a free hand to ruffle her own locks out of her eyes. "Who's the lucky guy or is it a gal?"
"I don't fancy anyone! At all!" Gwen whined with an exaggerated pout on her lower lip. "Why are you so bothered anyway? It's not like you'd care if I fancied someone else or if -"
Morgana arched a brow, humoured at how Gwen instantly shut up after seeing her do so. "Someone else?"
"I-I meant! Uh, well. I meant nothing! See now that I've answered your question you've got to answer mine!" Gwen quickly speeded through her blabbering with hand movements that reminded Morgana of one time when she and Arthur had tried to impersonate a mime when playing Cranium. "Why are you such a nosey cow?"
Eyes sparkling with laughter, Morgana nudged Gwen with her elbow. "Because you bloody well love it. You can't keep your hands off me; besides, you like scars."
As if Gwen couldn't get any cuter, the student nudged her face onto Morgana's shoulder. "I hate you. You're a bad person. When you and Freya get married and have babies I'm going to be feeling sorry for her all the way through the ceremony and your married life."
Unconsciously Morgana stiffened at Gwen's words, her jaw clenched at the images that scared her and disgusted her at the same time.
Almost immediately afterwards, Morgana glanced down to see Gwen was looking up at her in complete confusion at why her body had all of a sudden got so stiff and rigid at the mere mention of Freya. "Did you and Freya have an argument?"
Unable to at least try and keep the disgust off her face, Morgana turned her face to the side. "I don't do relationships. I always end up hurting other people."
A slight tremor on Morgana's shoulder signalled that Gwen had snuggled up slightly to try and get closer to her warmth due to how the room had once more suddenly turned stale and cold with her mood.
"Then why are you in this one with Freya? If you didn't want to be in a relationship?" Morgana barely heard the question directed towards her and when she did catch it she felt as if she'd just been ducked into ice cold water at how hard the answer was.
"Long story cut short, I get fucked both emotionally, publicly and physically by too many people," it was all true and it felt so good to tell Gwen this, to let her know that this whole relationship thing with Freya was nothing but a fool's game. "I do like her…Sort of. But I'm not in love with her."
"I-I don't know what to say…I'm sorry?"
And just when Morgana was about to assure Gwen that honestly there was nothing to be sorry about for the reason that it was her fault she was in this mess anyway, she feels fingers caressing the skin underneath the curve of her neck. It shocked her how much it pleases her and Morgana can't even begin to stop the rumbling growl that erupts deep within her chest at the soothing touch.
The growl made the soothing touch stop however (much to Morgana's disappointment) so instead Morgana is once more left looking down deep into scorching hazelnut in a blind hope that they can somehow show her some light she's been desperately craving for.
But when Morgana blinked Gwen's eyes were already looking around the room for some invisible sort of comfort; once again ignoring the look Morgana is intentionally shooting at her.
"Has it got something to do with Will? He did mention something about breaking someone's skull if they hurt Freya?" Gwen whispered all of a sudden in a pained tone, however not pained enough to distract Morgana from staring down further, deeper, into the unfathomable beauty that Gwen's features possessed.
"I've been thinking," Morgana changed the subject as the ache in between her legs and her heart started to grow more and more profound every time she breathed in the sensual smell of Gwen's perfume. "About how the female protagonist and her love interest should have their first kiss."
"Oh?" Gwen looked slightly shocked at the change of subject, despite the happy grin that suddenly found its way onto her face. Morgana guessed that even though the student was shocked, she was clearly very happy about the subject change too. "How far did you get then? What ideas did you come up with?"
"Absolutely nothing!" Morgana laughed impishly, glad that her plan was slowly unfolding the way she wanted it to. "That's why I need your help for that scene. How would you do it if you were the one writing the scene? Who'd make the first move? What would the other do? Do you think it's too early to lead to sex?"
Gwen bit her lip which in Gwen language meant that she was thinking avidly about her 'fantasy kiss', brow furrowed in thought.
Morgana liked Gwen language as she was a rather good student in learning it without even attempting it.
"Well," Gwen started with a weak smile, nestling her chin further into Morgana's shoulder. "The female protagonist could brush a strand out of the love interest's face - though that's a bit cheesy - but then cup her cheek afterwards and then-"
Morgana forced herself not to miss a beat and with her confidence slowly climbing upwards, she brushed a strand of corkscrew curls away from Gwen's face before gently cupping the younger girl's cheek afterwards.
"Like this?" Morgana asked with false innocence, eyes wide and glinting in the dim light of her bedroom.
"Uh, yes…" Gwen muttered with a quick swipe of her tongue caressing the dry skin of her lips. "Something like that I suppose…"
"Then what?" Morgana asked forcefully with a tiny hint of a smile starting to make its way up on her face. "What happens next?"
However it looked like Gwen had finally got the message and was attempting to get away from the grip Morgana had on her face with little tugs and whines.
"M-Morgana just let me go…My mom wants me to get home early or something and I don't want-"
"Tell me what happens next!" Morgana ordered vehemently; the power in her voice stopping Gwen from struggling further and the whines that had been escaping through Gwen's lips suddenly halted. "Or I'll show you what I'm going to place in the book."
Gwen gulped before answering; the reaction towards such a small gesture being that Morgana filled with want almost on instinct.
"Then the love interest kisses the female protagonist without any abandon, without any doubt because she knows that the female protagonist wants the same from her a-and then they -"
"Have sex." Morgana stated bluntly with a meagre chuckle at Gwen's saddened frown. "Now isn't that a perfect kiss?"
"I wouldn't know." Gwen spoke softly; once more attempting to get out of Morgana's grasp with tugging her head in different directions.
"Maybe you should live a little? Maybe you'll find your own female protagonist and realize that what you want from them is the same thing they want from you." Morgana tried hard not to growl her sentence out; knowing very well how embarrassing that would be.
Gwen met her eyes and the silence that flowed between them both makes Morgana shiver slightly in want, because by god she has never wanted someone underneath her so much in her entire life.
The next thing Morgana knew without feeling a bit like a drunk, was that Gwen was kissing her softly with a hand curled through her soft, wet threads of hair that slipped through Gwen's fingers like sand.
So Morgana kissed her back, but with more viciousness and passion that Gwen would never be able to catch up on. She kissed Gwen so roughly that when her teeth buried themselves in Gwen's lower lip, Gwen herself groaned into her mouth and that was more than enough to make Morgana want to fuck the girl senseless without any abandon or hesitation.
And then Gwen was starting to whine, that sexy little whine that unknowingly (to both of them) brings Morgana down onto her knees in want and soon she's panting and it's really awkward for the reason that Gwen is only kissing her and whining so sexily and all of a sudden her world is spinning in so many directions it's outrageous.
"You're so beautiful," Morgana panted with a low moan, the hand that had been cupping Gwen's cheek falling down to curve around the younger girl's waist to tug Gwen onto her lap and her other hand removing itself away from the towel to wrap her hand around the nape of Gwen's neck to push the girl further into her. "I can't believe Freya let you go, especially for a man."
As soon as the words had left her lips Morgana knew they would spark a whole different reaction from Gwen, therefore when the girl's lips stilled Morgana groaned at both the loss and at how stupid she was for even bringing Freya up when Freya wasn't even the one person on her mind!
"What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing?" Morgana heard Gwen whisper furiously as the younger girl stumbled off her lap, cheeks blazing with unkempt fire. "I need to get going. Let's just forget this happened. I, uhm, need to go."
'Oh no you don't,' Morgana thought slyly; reaching out to grab the student by the wrist.
Gwen looked so vulnerable and so scared that a part of Morgana wanted to comfort her, soothe her gently and caringly whilst another deeper, darker, filthier part wanted nothing more but to conquer the student until Gwen could no longer think properly without her first thought being of Morgana.
"Stay with me," Morgana murmured with a quick swipe of her tongue over her lips, tightening her grip slightly on Gwen's wrist when it looked like the student was about to turn away from her again. "Because this tension between us isn't getting us anywhere. We both want each other, for gods sake Gwen I've seen how you look at me!"
"Freya…" Gwen spoke softly but to Morgana the name Gwen had just spoken was nothing but a forgotten thought that she had never truly appreciated and most likely never would appreciate in her life time. "We can't do this, because, I….Freya."
"Shh come here," Morgana soothed with a tug on Gwen's wrist, pulling the young student forward until their knees knocked together. "If you want to honestly leave right now, then go but if you don't…" She trailed off, knowing that Gwen would understand what she meant.
Gwen just remained rooted to the spot, her eyes boring down deep into Morgana's willow whilst her legs trembled to try and keep herself up straight and to Morgana, knowing that she was the one making Gwen feel this way made her feel a sense of smugness.
Still, Morgana took Gwen's silence as an answer and dug both her hands in the back pockets of Gwen's jeans; pulling the student forward to make Gwen's legs part until she was sitting once more on Morgana's lap with her thighs on either side of Morgana's legs.
"I…" Gwen choked and then Morgana could not resist the student anymore, not even if she tried, lurching forward to kiss and nibble at the skin just underneath Gwen's chin until the student whimpered faintly in her ear.
"I'll go slow," Morgana whispered with a gentle kiss to Gwen's ear, tugging the lobe delicately with her teeth. "So if you want me to stop at any point, just say so…"
Morgana frowned slightly at the feel of Gwen nodding hesitantly; the girl's cheek brushing against Morgana's forehead with so much elegance it broke Morgana's train of thought.
She didn't even truly know why she was being so restrained with Gwen anyway, she wasn't normally so restrained when it came to being in bed with someone; in fact she was absolutely ruthless in bed - it was her battlefield and Morgana always knew that she was the conqueror - it gave her power and Morgana revelled in anything that came closer to power.
Morgana wriggled her hands out of Gwen's jeans to tug the towel wrapped around her off her body, flinging it to the other side of the room; the pants coming from her mouth enough to make Gwen look down at her with heavy-lidded eyes.
'This is what you wanted. I've seen the way you look at me.' Morgana thought shrewdly when Gwen opened her mouth to allow Morgana to slowly lick into it, a hot burst of arousal shooting through her stomach like fireworks as Gwen's tongue meshes leisurely with her own.
She bit down hard on Gwen's chapped bottom lip, sucking it into her mouth whilst letting her hands slide up the student's shirt; over Gwen's ribs, under Gwen's bra and over Gwen's breasts just to let her thumb run over the perked flesh of the student's nipples until it triggers a mewling noise that makes Morgana ache in want.
"You're unspoiled aren't you? I heard Lance talking with Leon about some random act of chastity your father forced on you or something…" Morgana whispered sinuously into Gwen's ear, knowing that this was another way to put herself more in control than she had been a few moments ago. Knowing how this usually kept the people who she took to her bed silent at the same time as driving them wild. Talking to them. Letting them know that she was in control without actually coming right out with it.
Gwen trembled in response and clenched her thighs tighter around Morgana's legs, the reaction from Morgana being that she wrapped her arms around Gwen's waist and used her feet to push both of them further up into the velvet duvet and mattress.
Still not feeling completely in control, Morgana rolled them both over with a girlish chuckle, pinning down Gwen's hands with her own until Gwen could do nothing more but buck her hips upwards in search for the contact that would give her some relief at the pleasure she was feeling.
Morgana released Gwen's hands to nuzzle the hot, sweaty skin under the younger girl's jaw, resisting the animalistic urge within her that screams for her to bite down hard, to suck, to lap at, to mark.
Soon Morgana finds herself arching wantonly into the touch of Gwen's fingers gliding up her bare body, starting from her calves until Gwen's lithe digits are merely caressing her spine, pressing into the ropes of muscle alongside her backbone.
"You would be an excellent massager," Morgana exhaled breathlessly as she gripped onto the fabric of Gwen's shirt, pulling it over and off Gwen with a flirtatious smirk when their eyes meet.
Gwen's eyes just narrow at her, though the lust in them is undeniable. "Do you usually talk all your flings to death?"
Morgana didn't even let herself stop the growl escaping her lips and when she shoved her hand in between Gwen's clothed legs to press down hard at the fabric just above Gwen's crotch, the whimper sounds more pained than pleased.
"You're not just a fling," Morgana snarled into Gwen's shoulder, pressing down harder onto the denim with a look that was half pleased and half furious. "You're more than that. W-we have a connection." Because god damn, she did not stutter usually when she pressed herself against someone almost fully clothed.
"Fuck you!" Gwen whimpered harshly with her hands digging further into Morgana's back, head thrown to the side with her eyes tightly shut. "Just shut up. Ah…"
Morgana laughed at the desperation plastered on Gwen's face, eyes alight with mischief - even more so when she bent her head to nudge the fabric of Gwen's bra away to tease Gwen's nipple with the sharpness of her teeth to hear the repressed gasp that spills from the student's lips.
She sucked at the pert nipple slowly, lavishing it with her tongue and pulling at it whenever Gwen's whines died down to almost jump start them into making her ears ring at the raw sound.
Morgana removed the hair curtaining her expression from her face to glance up at the gasping Gwen, her insides tightening at the flushed, exotic look and how whenever Gwen breathed heavily Morgana wanted to fuck her so hard that they'd both collapse.
The ache in between her legs was something that was giving Morgana pause at the moment however, because god, she is not supposed to want Gwen this badly but if she didn't get rid of the student's clothes quick then she'd have a seizure.
Morgana removed her teeth, tongue and lips away from Gwen's, pressing a kiss to the younger girl's collarbone with a tenderness she didn't know she possessed - the kisses travelling lower and lower until Morgana felt her lips brush the denim of Gwen's jeans.
Morgana almost convinced herself to once more ask Gwen if this is what she truly wanted; but honestly? If Gwen didn't want this then Morgana would have already been told so; it was time to stop caring for Gwen like she was a baby and instead she dived into Gwen's jeans (literally) with gusto.
Unzipping the zip ever so slightly, Morgana inched her hand gradually into the shuddering Gwen's knickers; smirking at the familiar material she had seen on Gwen before back at the entertainment centre.
At the teasing touch on the contours of her swollen labia, Gwen tangled her fingers into the curls at the back of Morgana's neck, pulling the writer more firmly over her so that Gwen could initiate another passionate kiss that slowed Morgana's actions even more - knowing very well she would not last much longer and Morgana hadn't even touched her properly!
Morgana laughed deviously into the kiss; mostly at the slickness that caused her fingers to slip and slide roughly over Gwen's hot core, withdrawing her hand for a moment to stare in appreciation at the liquid that had coated the tips of her fingers.
She lunged forward to smash her lips back up against Gwen's, retuning her hand to it's rightful place just to curl and circle around to rub at Gwen's clit, flicking it with her nails until Gwen arched underneath her with a whine that brought Morgana's attention back onto her own arousal that she had pushed at the back of her mind.
Morgana settled down on Gwen's clothed thigh, breathing a deep raw sound from between her lips; her breathing the only other sound in her bedroom apart from Gwen's whines and gasps whenever Morgana let her thumb move harder against the younger girl's clit.
By the flushed look on Gwen's face it did not look like the girl would last that long before coming, but still Morgana felt as if she was left in the middle of a rather distressing dilemma as not only was she still aching from her desire; she still had not had the pleasure of feeling Gwen's delicious sex clench around her fingers.
But honestly, did the girl wear nothing but difficult clothing? So what if winter was only just ending? It was obscene at how much amount of pressure Morgana had to use just to tug Gwen's jeans down so that her fingers could curl inside Gwen properly, to curl and to rub and to penetrate against the soft barrier inside of Gwen's walls that Morgana longed to break.
Gwen's whines and groans soon became pained and that alone made Morgana stop; which in turn just made Morgana feel even more frustrated at herself. She wasn't supposed to stop. This wasn't like her. The pain would soon become pleasure, so why the fuck had she stopped?
It was simple she supposed, Gwen wasn't a fling; she was a friend and Morgana knew that she didn't want to hurt Gwen in any shape or form. This wasn't hurting Gwen, was it? It couldn't be, she wasn't doing anything to bat Morgana away. She must be enjoying it.
"Y-you-" Morgana stopped and scowled, returning her attention on her digits coiled in the wet heat of Gwen's sex; waiting impatiently for Gwen to give her some sort of signal that she was fine and that the pain had now stopped.
When Gwen's pained sounds had died down into the girl merely breathing, Morgana resumed in moving her fingers in and out of Gwen's heat; leaning over slowly to rest her forehead on the soft skin of Gwen's stomach - revelling in the sounds of Gwen's groaning and how the younger girl's fingers tugged and pulled at her hair like a wild animal.
The heady smell of sex isn't lost on Morgana and so when she finally allowed herself to grind her ache into Gwen's now semi-clothed thigh; the reaction is electric at the feel of the fabric of Gwen's jeans and how said fabric makes Morgana's sex clench in want.
She continued to grind and ground harder into Gwen's thigh, whilst also allowing the two fingers of her left hand fondle and stroke inside what once her mother had described as a 'pearl' and by god, Morgana had never thought her mother could be more wrong.
Her other hand plays with the damp, brown curls that she finds are hard to unwrap around her fingers once she'd let her digits delve in deep enough to circle Gwen's clit, to scratch at it, to caress it like a lover's touch. But Morgana didn't care if her digits got stuck because the ache was suddenly spreading and she knew that it would not be long until she climaxed.
It seemed forever, but when Morgana finally felt those small, dexterous fingers of Gwen's crawl their way up her torso to cling (to pinch) at her nipples she felt as if someone had taken her pills away; all of a sudden feeling so exhausted that it didn't take her long to come - hardly a few minutes (Morgana found it more than slightly embarrassing) - and when she did a few moments later she felt Gwen's walls clench around her fingers and a flush of liquid against her fingers.
In an attempt to muffle her loud groan, Morgana bit down hard near the space of Gwen's belly button; shuddering at her own orgasm and at the sound of Gwen's whine escalating until it became nothing but a whimper and a soft murmur.
Moving upwards from where she was against Gwen's body, Morgana let her lips trickle down Gwen's throat; nosing at the soft, sweaty skin that smelt of musk and lavender.
"I'm exhausted…" Morgana finally rasped out against Gwen's throat a few moments later, her breath mingling with Gwen's own when she pressed a sweet kiss against the student's mouth.
She rolled off Gwen's body, throwing an arm across her face to cover the world from her eyesight. She can just about feel Gwen's warmth against her and it is absolutely wonderful at discovering that yes, Gwen had wanted this, and yes, both of them had accomplished it without complication.
It took a while, but eventually Morgana just about hears Gwen talk to her - just before sleep almost takes over her senses with its alluring ways.
"You're going to sleep? What about your tablets? Your pills?" Morgana had to hide her laughter at the hurt sound in Gwen's voice; did the girl really think she was that much of a bore in bed? It was her first time after all, Morgana would never break Gwen down like that.
"I'll be fine without them. You might as well have a nap too," Morgana patted the space next to her with her free arm, unable to see Gwen's expression. "We both came pretty hard and it's knocked the life out of me."
"R-right…I," and when Gwen's strangled cough filled the air, Morgana removed her arm to stare up at the apprehensive-looking Guinevere whose eyes shone with tears. "I need to go now. Seriously."
Morgana watched Gwen's form silently as the student got off the bed, brow furrowed in confusion. "Why on earth are you leaving? We haven't even-"
"Because what we just did was downright wrong! Despicable! A-and I," Gwen had now pulled her jeans up and was tugging her top back over her head with a disgruntled sound. "I would NEVER have done that if it wasn't for-"
"What?" Morgana snorted with fire in her eyes, getting up from her bed to lean up against the pane of her bedroom door. "If it wasn't for what? That we've both wanted to screw each other senseless for quite a while now?"
"It doesn't matter even if I did!" Gwen snapped back with a huff, hustling past the writer with her tone of voice sounding pained. "We shouldn't of even acted on it! What we did was insanity!"
"Oh right," Morgana chuckled bitterly, grasping onto a piece of clothing that had fallen down from Gwen's top. "And it had nothing to do with how we kept looking at each other like we want to tear each other's clothes off. Of course you aren't interested in me. Of course you let me fuck you just-"
"Just shut up!" Gwen growled with a hard shove in Morgana's direction, forcing Morgana back a few steps until her back collided with the wall, Gwen's hand the only thing keeping her up right. "I thought I could trust you! I thought that maybe all those rumours about you were bullshit! B-but they weren't, were they? It was all true! Wasn't it?"
Morgana pushed hard against Gwen's hand that had managed to pin her shoulder against the wall, her gaze softened. "Gwen, calm down-"
Outraged at Morgana and her sudden movements, Gwen pushed the writer against the wall once more, effectively silencing her from continuing. "WASN'T IT?"
"So what if I've been with other women that wasn't Freya?" Morgana barked, eyes flaring a gold colour that immediately made Gwen feel as if she had stepped into icy, cold water. "Do you think I've wanted to do that?"
"T-that's not the point!" Gwen stammer, flushing darkly at the dark look Morgana was shooting at her. "I won't be able to look her in the face again because of you!"
Morgana shoved herself off from the wall, propelling Gwen forward further along her apartment. "Oh please! You're acting as if I practically forced you to have sex with me! You can't rape the willing Guinevere."
At the possibility that Morgana could be right, Gwen had turned away from her to stomp her way down Morgana's hallway, muttering low curses under her breath.
"What? So you're just going to leave? Going to ignore me?" Morgana sniggered heartlessly, following Gwen (her prey) like any good predator does.
"That's the ideal plan," Gwen shot back over her shoulder with a withering glare that made Morgana pause for a mere moment. "I don't want anything to do with you! I trusted you! And you betrayed me completely!"
Morgana simply rolled her eyes with an amused grunt. "Fine, ignore me. But can I ignore you?"
"Go fuck yourself!" Gwen screamed once she had opened the door of Morgana's apartment with exaggerated movements. "I'm not some silly little fling that you can mess around with! So sorry to disappoint!"
"I keep telling you that you aren't some crappy fling!" Morgana argued with crossed arms, advancing on Gwen's retreating back with quick, fluid movements. "But of course you still fail to listen to reason with your absurd, not to mention downright rude, attitude!"
Unexpectedly Gwen spun back around, forcing Morgana to once more take another step back at the finger that was being jabbed into her stomach.
"Rude? I'm rude? And what attitude! I don't have an attitude! You're the one who-" and when Gwen yelled at her like that, Morgana can't help but think how gorgeous Gwen's fine mouth is and how lovely they were when fitted upon her own. "who, who…Who acts so high and mighty just because you think that everyone wants to bed you! WHEN THEY DON'T!"
"Well obviously you proved that was a lie," Morgana laughed devilishly at the look of anger that had swept across Gwen's face, reaching out to grasp the edge of her door pane to keep her steady. "How wrong could I have been?"
Desperation shone in Gwen's eyes and for unknown reasons; that just exhilarated Morgana even more. "J-just piss off! I don't even want to see your face, EVER again!"
Morgana arched a brow at Gwen's retreating back, covering herself slightly by closing her door until all Gwen was a few steps from turning a left out of the apartment's building.
"Gwen!" Morgana called at the very last second, making the younger girl stop in her tracks at the call of her name. "You forgot your bra!"
Resisting the urge to smirk when Gwen slowly made her way back, Morgana slightly wondered when Gwen had managed to get rid of her bra anyhow; but who cared? Gwen was coming back (if only for a few moments more) and Morgana was loving every moment of it.
When Gwen actually managed to snatch it back from her, Morgana actually grinned and on instinct her hand was once more out to catch Gwen's wrist, pulling the girl once more into her apartment with such force that the complaint that Gwen had been planning was silenced by Morgana's lips caressing and smoothing over the student's own. It was a victory without actually winning the war. Morgana loved it. Shone in its power.
"I keep telling you that you can ignore and run away from me all you want," Morgana murmured once Gwen had tugged herself away, glaring down at her feet like it was the only source of comfort. "But what If I can't ignore you? What if I just follow you?"
Gwen shot her a glare that was cold and it made Morgana feel as if her own magical abilities could melt under such a sharp glare; her resolve fading each moment Gwen chose to scowl angrily at her.
"Fuck. You." Were Gwen's last parting words and the sting Morgana felt on her cheek was not only physical, but emotional too and suddenly her brain was whirling at the harsh reality that had hit her at full force.
What the hell had she done? How could she have been so stupid? How could she of let herself lose such rigid control just to sate her desires? Gwen had meant more to her than anyone in the world, she had trusted Gwen more than anyone and now she had ruined it…All because she hadn't been able to control herself. She had seen vulnerability and of course, she had taken it because if there was one thing she loved in the world; it was power over others.
And she had no idea why she was like this. Why she desired power over women; especially a young girl who had done nothing but show her kindness and instead Morgana had emotionally punched her in the face.
She slumped against the door of her apartment with her head in between her thighs, breathing in heavily.
Morgana had never felt so disgusted in her whole life. And if that weird sensation coming up her throat meant anything, she'd have to get to a sink fast.
Real fast.
Morgana is evil. ;_; Poor Gwen. I just want to hold her to my bosom. Don't worry Gwen, screw being with Morgana. I'll romance you instead! :D
…Nah. X]
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