Title: The Thief
A/N: This chapter will have a bit more intimate interactions between Morgana and Merlin, so I hope you all like this one. Review!
-McDiggin'It
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Chapter Five:
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After a quick shower, Morgana slips into the thin red lingerie that Merlin had picked out earlier. She bites her lip as she inspects her reflection. With quick work, she brushes out the tangles in her hair, rubs on some vanilla scented body lotion, and sprays on a bit of light perfume. She applies just a hint of red lipstick, reapplies her eyeliner before taking a deep breath and walking out of the bathroom.
She hears noises coming from the main bedroom and she follows it until she's standing at the door. Slowly, she pushes the door open, peeking inside. She sees the TV is on, but no signs of Merlin. Just as she enters, she sees a door in the corner swing open, and all logical thought flees her brain when she Merlin walks into the room, still completely wet from his shower with a plush white towel slung low around his hips.
Clearly, he works out, but not overly so that his muscles are bulging. He's not ripped, in fact, he's a little lean, but he still looks absolutely delicious and perfect, standing in the corner with his wet hair, and slight stubble on his chin dripping water that she suddenly wishes to collect with her tongue.
He notices her and smiles mischievously as he walks over to her. "I've never been with a woman who makes a simple lingerie look like a designer dress." His eyes glint with mirth as Morgana laughs. He's actually flirting with her. This could be interesting.
With a perfectly raised eyebrow, she lets him watch her as she checks him out. His pale skin glistens with water, and she watches a single droplet fall from his chin and onto his chest, through the sprinkling of dark hair, down his toned abdomen, and disappearing into his towel. She could make out the top of the "V" that forms at the bottom of a man's torso and ends where his manhood is. She licks her lips and looks back up to meet his blue eyes. "And I've never been with a man who makes a bath towel look so appealing." She says seductively.
He chuckles as he flexes his arms and runs a hand through his hair. He walks right up to her and leans in next to her face. His mouth comes to a stop beside her ear before he whispers huskily. "Tell me how appealing you find me."
Gooseflesh explodes over her skin, running up and down her spine as her desire for him flares wildly at his words. She's never felt this kind of desire to be with someone before. It's unfamiliar and terrifying... but at the same time, it feels so different, so real, so deep. She wants to be one with him right then and there. But that wasn't part of the plan... and right now, she's not even sure she knows what the plan is. She turns her head an inch, inhaling his fresh scent. Before she could think of something to do, Merlin moves, turning and pulling her against him before pressing his lips against hers.
She doesn't know how they got from the door to the bed, but she doesn't really care. Sensations that she's only ever read about in romantic fictions, spread across her body like wildfire as Merlin looms above her. His hands are everywhere as his lips and tongue trace small patterns over her neck and chest.
Morgana is lightheaded as Merlin continues pleasuring her with his talented hands and lips. Her muscles tighten as he descends down her body ever so slowly, teasing and torturing her in the most delicious way.
She shouldn't be doing this... but she's going to be here for 2 weeks, and being in the same room with him will eventually lead to this. She hadn't thought about what spending 2 weeks with a rich, handsome, and not to mention sexually talented man would entail, but this, hadn't really crossed her mind. It hasn't even been 24 hours, and here she is, spreadeagled on his bed, her body singing with pleasure as Merlin plays her like a finely tuned fiddle. She realizes with a jolt, just as Merlin's talented tongue swipes at her nether lips, that he has the upper hand now. That's a no-go.
With as much strength as she can muster in the weakened, sex-addled state she's in, she grips his arm and pulls him up so she can kiss him, and then she flips them over and straddles his hips, eyes gazing into his as she grins wickedly.
"What're you doing?"
She smirks as she grinds into him, pulling a delicious groan from his talented mouth. "You don't expect me to let you have all the fun, do you?"
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It's horribly bright when she opens her eyes, blinking slowly as she looks around. It takes a few moments for her to gather her thoughts as she inspects her surroundings. Sitting up, she realizes she's still completely naked and she groans at the ache in her muscles, and the delicious soreness between her legs. Memories from the previous night assault her mind and she all but groans as she stretches her arms over her head and yawns.
This was NOT part of the plan. Sleeping with Merlin, and enjoying every moment of it, was NOT part of the plan. Waking up and not regretting last night, was NOT part of the plan... none of this is part of the plan. Morgana sighs as she slides out of bed, trying to remember where she left her purse. She needs to call Morgause or Gwen.
Just as she's about to get up, she hears the sound of a door closing and she slips back under the covers, laying back and pretending to be asleep.
Soft thuds of light footfalls could be heard, coming closer and closer to the bed until they stop directly beside her side of the bed. She listens intently as the sound of plastic gently thuds against wood, and then... warm, soft lips press gently into her cheek, then moves to her chin, pressing softly again, and then to her other cheek. She groans lightly, letting her eyelids flutter for a few seconds before opening her eyes and blinking slowly up at the handsome intruder. He really does look like a bloody god. A sex god. A sexy sex god. She smiles widely at him as she stretches again.
"Good morning, sunshine." He greets teasingly with a grin.
She giggles softly and sits up slowly, tucking the white sheet under her arms to cover herself. "Morning." She notices that he's only wearing his boxers, and her eyes greedily drink in the sight of his half naked body. He catches her staring, so she glances away at the bedside table and sees a large black tray filled with breakfast eggs, bacon, pancakes, English muffins, croissants, an apple, a few packets of condiments, 2 champagne flutes of what she thinks is either plain orange juice, or mimosas, and a small glass vase with a single Sunflower inside. "Did you make all of this?"
Merlin snorts, "God, no. I can't cook to save my life... I had Pablo make it."
"Pablo?"
"Personal chef."
"Right." She stares at the tray as he sets it between them and takes a seat by her feet.
"I thought you deserved breakfast in bed for that wonderful performance you put on last night." Merlin says cheekily, his eyes dancing with mirth.
Morgana blushes deeply and groans as she presses her palms over her face. She had lost control over herself last night, her body responding to Merlin's in a way she didn't think was possible. She remembers how she let her body do the thinking for her, roughly pushing Merlin onto his back and then riding him until they were both thrown into oblivion.
His hands wrap around hers, gently pulling them away. "If you're embarrassed, don't be. I don't think I've ever had such a strong connection to someone I've known in less than 24 hours." He chuckles, then grabs a glass flute from the tray he brought in and offers it to her. "Mimosa?"
She takes it, sipping lightly then groaning. "God, that is good."
"Only the best." Merlin smiles.
They share their little breakfast before Merlin puts the tray back on the bedside table and turns to grin at her. "Dessert?"
Morgana looks at him, seeing a mischievous look on his face as he begins to pull the sheets back. Honestly, who is she to deny the man his dessert?
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Merlin has to leave in the afternoon for his first meeting, and Morgana pouts slightly as he puts his clothes back on.
"I'll be back in a few hours, and we'll have dinner tonight around 6:30."
Morgana nods as he kisses her. She hates to admit it, but... this is what she wants. Craves. A man she could spend everyday with. Someone who treats her like she's the most important person in his world. Someone she could settle down with. And it feels too real, too good to be true. And it is too good to be true. When he leaves, she has to call Morgause.
"Be ready by six." Merlin smiles as he walks out the door.
She nods, waving at him. "Come back soon."
She finds her purse exactly where she left it last night on the arm chair and quickly finds her phone. She dials Morgause's number and waits. Almost immediately, her sisters voice booms through the receiver, and Morgana has to pull it away slightly.
"WHAT THE BLOODY HELL, MORGANA!"
Morgana winces, "I had to."
"Whose order was it to leave with him? And for two bloody weeks?! What were you thinking!?"
Morgana inhales harshly, "You're my sister, Morgause. Not my boss. I don't take orders from anyone. And in case you haven't noticed, Merlin's home isn't just some regular mansion that we can easily get into. I did what I did so we could get his information properly."
"Merlin?!" Morgause yells incredulously. "Jesus Christ, you haven't even been with him for a whole day and you're already on a first name basis with him?"
Morgana bites her lip and swallows her anger. "It's his name. I'd much rather call him by his name than call him my victim!"
"He IS your victim, Morgana. Nothing more, nothing less."
"I know."
There's silence as they both breathe heavily through the phone. "Don't forget what you're there for, sister." She hangs up after that, leaving Morgana alone with shaking hands.
"I won't."
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A/N: Yes I know it's another short one, but I hope you like it anyway. Next up, a bit of a speedier pace because it's been flowing a bit slowly for the past couple of chapters. Hope you liked this! Review please!
-McDiggin'It