Note: I am not entirely happy with this chapter, I wrote it on my lunch break at work, but I hope it is not too awful. I wanted to portray that Morgana is still a bit conflicted. Also, there's a possibility that her dream is something her mind has made up but then again there's the possibility that it's not. :)
She paced the length of her living room, turned then paced back the other way. She truly felt like she was losing her mind. She'd never felt so unhinged, not even in the last days of Camelot. She'd been kissing Merlin against a wall in a filthy alley way and it had been completely perfect and then the next moment, her mind was betraying her and wondering if she'd kiss him before she killed him. And then she did what she seemed to be doing best at the moment: she pushed away from him, forced his hands off her and ran away. Now she couldn't get the image of giving him one last lingering kiss before stabbing him out of her mind. Maybe Sarah had been right when she said they seemed like a fucked up version of Romeo and Juliet. Maybe they had it right. The world raged against them so they took matters into their own hands. So, right then and there, inspired by Romeo and Juliet, the greatest love story ever told, she decided that if Merlin was going down, if he was to die at her hand, then she would go down with him. She would make sure she ended her own life when she ended his. That would be her penance. Maybe they could be reborn again, together, with new lives, new memories with none of the pain and destruction, maybe then they could be free. Maybe then destiny and all it entailed would leave them the hell alone.
She stopped abruptly in her pacing. She stood still in the middle of her living room. He was outside her door. She could feel it, could feel his magic radiating off him in waves and calling to her own. She could feel his irritation, his anger, his confusion through his magic as he lingered outside her door deciding whether to force his way in or not. She stood completely still, her gaze fixed to the door as she waited for him to make up his mind. She couldn't decide if she wanted him to leave, to walk away or to come in.
Her door flew open and bounced off the wall and she was face to face with a pissed off warlock. In that moment she was fairly certain they were going to destroy each other. But she could think of worse ways to go.
"What the hell was that, Morgana? You kiss me then you fucking run away!" The glasses in her cabinet rattled as he screamed at her, his eyes flashing gold and back to blue as he tried to contain himself.
She shook her head, she needed to let him go, she needed to keep him away for as long as possibly, "I'm sorry, that was a mistake, it shouldn't have happened, I'm sorry I forced myself on you."
She was making him angrier, she could feel it, which was good, and she wanted him to hate her.
"Forced yourself on me? Were you in the same alleyway as me? That wasn't a mistake that was a fucking revelation! And I kissed you back."
She shook her head, sighed and turned toward her bedroom, "I never said you weren't polite." She left him standing in her living room; she started to pick up her drawings off the floor when she heard him scream and heard something shatter.
"Polite?!" He followed her into the room, "You think I was being polite? That is all kinds of fucked up."
She tried to ignore him and continued organizing her drawings, maybe if she ignored him he'd go away. He ripped the drawings out of her grasp and glanced down at them, seeing his own face reflected back at him
"You think it was a mistake? You've practically got a shrine dedicated to me in here and you think it was a mistake?!"
She shoved him, pushing him out of her bedroom back into the living room, "You need to leave. I need to stay away from you."
He pushed her hands away as she went to shove him again, "You need to stay away from me? You've never been able to stay away from me, what makes you think you'll be able to now?"
"Because you can do a lot better than me!"
He shook his head and turned to the door, striding to it and for a split second she thought he was going to leave but he slammed it shut and turned and glared at her, "You know, you can be really fucking stupid sometimes."
"What the hell does that mean?"
"It means there's no one better than you. It means I've been half in love with you since Camelot." He wasn't yelling anymore but his tone wasn't kind and soothing either.
"Shut up!" She screamed, that was definitely not what she wanted to hear. She thought he was lying to her, trying to get her to do exactly what he wanted, "You need to get the hell out!"
He closed the gap between them, bent so their faces were level and whispered, "Make me."
She slapped him hard and stepped back from him. Why was he doing this to her? Why was he making it harder than it needed to be? Couldn't he see she was trying to do the right thing?
He smirked at her; "You could have had me anytime you wanted. Anytime, even after all the death and destruction you caused, all you had to do was say the word."
Lies. Lies. Lies. He was fucking lying. She hated him for it but at the same time there was part of her that wished it were all true.
She raised watery eyes to him, "Please. Please just leave me alone."
He shook his head, "I can't leave you alone anymore than you can leave me alone."
"Why are you doing this to me?"
"I'm not doing anything to you, Morgana."
That was definitely a lie. She swiped at her eyes, "I'm going to kill you."
He shrugged and his lips quirked up into a half smile, "Maybe. But I don't think you will. You don't want to."
"I saw it. It was foretold."
"In a dream. Morgana, it was just a dream, a vision of what could happen."
"What will happen." She corrected him. He shook his head. He was being stubborn.
"Only if you let it. Only if you choose to go down that path and let it happen."
She shook her head and looked at him through blurry, tear filled eyes, even blurry, he was beautiful, "It's not a choice. It's destiny."
"There's always a choice. You don't want to do it, so don't."
She shook her head, but the action lacked conviction, he was starting to get to her, starting to break down her resolve, "Kilgharrah said I can't escape destiny."
"Fuck Kilgharrah, he's an old dragon, he's not always right."
"How do you know?"
"Because he wasn't right about me not telling you about my magic." He was slowly inching closer to her until he was right in front of her. He reached out and took her face in both hands; she took hold of his wrists in her hands to either push him away or bring him closer, she didn't know which. "Morgana, as long as you and me stick together, everything will be fine."
"I don't want to stay away from you," she whispered.
He smiled, "Then don't," he said as his lips descended on her. He kissed her like it was a promise, like a dedication, his hands slipped from her face and down to her waist, she threw her arms around his neck, trying to get closer. She could never be close enough. He smiled into the kiss and lifted her up so she had no choice but to wrap her legs around his waist. This was almost close enough. He stepped back and half sat, half fell onto the couch and she landed in his lap, straddling him, never breaking the kiss, her hair fell around them covering both their faces.
She shivered as he walked his fingers up her spine, she pulled back just enough to ask, "Do you really mind that I cut up your t-shirt?"
He smirked at her and brushed aside her hair and dropped an open mouthed kiss to her bare shoulder, "Not at all," he mumbled against her skin as he kissed his way along her shoulder, pausing to suck on the skin where her neck met her collarbone. That would definitely leave a mark. He kissed up her neck, her jawline, along her cheek, the corner of her mouth before pulling her back in for another soul searing kiss. At this point she'd probably do anything he asked her to. She ran her hands along his sides and up under his t-shirt pushing it up until it wouldn't go any further. Taking the hint, he pulled away from her, grabbed his shirt by the back of the neck and pulled it over his head and tossed it aside.
Her eyes fell to the scar just above his heart, she lightly traced it with her fingers then felt him suck in a harsh breath as she dipped her head and pressed a soft kiss to it. He reached around her back and moved them so that she had her back pressed into the couch and he was looming above her, "No more running away, Morgana."
"This could end so badly," she whispered but as she said it, she was wrapping her arms and legs around him, pulling him closer.
"Or," he said, his voice low and husky, as he pushed her top up and pressed a kiss to her stomach, just above the waistband of her jeans, "It could be fucking amazing."
Well, she thought, as their clothing seemed to disappear piece by piece, how could she argue with that? Either they would survive whatever this was or they would surely destroy each other, she thought as she arched her body to meet his as his body joined with hers and he bent to kiss her. He pulled her leg further up on his hip and she sucked in a breath, and then released it, his name on her lips. He clasped and linked their hands together above her head as they moved with and against each other. She kept whispering his name like he was her personal deity and then she was screaming it as he groaned hers. That was the moment when every glass in her cabinet exploded and shattered.