Title: The Thief

A/N: I'm trying not to be a total douchebag with my updates. But sadly, writing fanfiction doesn't pay my bills, so work and school takes up most of my time. But I promise I'm always writing during my spare time. I appreciate you all for reading this, and I love all of who leave a review when they can. Seriously, you guys are amazing. Anyway, I really hope you like this chapter. Let me know what you think!

-McDiggin'It

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Chapter Seven:

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As Merlin and Morgana make their way back to the hotel, Morgana sends a quick text to Lancelot, asking if they're done setting up surveillance. She pretends to look for her lipstick, joking that she wants to reapply it since Merlin devoured most of it off her mouth when he kissed her.

Lancelot texts back in seconds.

We need a few more minutes. Cleaning lady interrupted us. We weren't seen, but we're still in the room.

Morgana hides her panic as she follows Merlin into the elevator. Biting her lip, she looks at Merlin, seeing him stare ahead at the doors. Her eyes search the elevator for anything she could use to stall them from going to the room.

And then she sees it. The emergency stop button. Turning her eyes towards Merlin, she waits for him to notice her looking at him, which doesn't take long. The moment he glances her way, she gives him a very suggestive, saucy look. To her relief and pleasure, his eyes darken as he looks her up and down. Then she makes her move, walking right up to him and running her hands sensually over his chest. Wrapping her dainty fingers around his tie, she tugs lightly, and pulls him with her until her back is pressed up against the elevator buttons.

Merlin's lips descend on hers, and she kisses him back with bruising force as one of her hands goes behind her to find the emergency stop button at the bottom right corner of the panel. She prays the button actually works as she jabs her thumb into it and waits with bated breath.

The elevator lurches, causing Merlin to pull away from her kiss and look around the elevator before quirking an eyebrow at her.

She smiles back innocently before hiking up her right leg and wrapping it around his torso. They move fluidly together as if they've done this a thousand times before. Merlin's hands circle her waist, slide down her hips and cup her buttocks before picking her up and pushing her into the elevator walls as their lips fuse together again. Morgana gasps as she wraps both her legs around Merlin's hips, pulling him closer until she could feel every bit of him, grinding against her.

She's burning with desire, the fact that they're in an enclosed space doesn't help at all. If anything, she feels a bit like she's on fire as Merlin's lips descend down her neck, licking, sucking, nipping, and kissing her wherever his lips can reach. A loud moan involuntarily leaves her lips as she tilts her head back to give him better access.

They make love against the elevator doors, Morgana ending up slumping against Merlin and relying on his arms to hold her up because her legs are jelly. Once they've gotten their heart rates and breathing down to normal, they quickly right themselves before Merlin pulls her close to his side and jams his thumb into the top floor button, resuming their trip up to their suite. Morgana can only hope that the others are already gone by now.

As they enter the suite, Morgana subtly looks around, watching for anything out of the ordinary. After a few minutes as Merlin goes to the kitchen and mixes them a drink, Morgana finally lets herself relax and takes a seat on the plush couch. Merlin comes back with two wineglasses filled halfway with some light pink liquid. He hands one to her and takes a sip from his own as he stares at her over the rim.

Morgana offers a shy smile as she takes her first taste of her drink. "Mmmm, Grenache Rose`?" she's familiar with the taste, but she's not exactly sure.

Merlin grins at her and shakes his head. "Close… Tavel Rose`… from the Cotes du Rhone." He then looks down at his glass and begins to swirl the wine around. "This was Hemingway's favorite." he says absentmindedly.

"Hemingway?" Morgana asks confusedly.

"Oh, the writer. Ernest. Hemingway." his eyebrows furrow for a second as Morgana does the same. "I read somewhere that he rather enjoyed this particular brand of Rose` wine." he shrugs and sets his glass down on the coffee table before taking a seat next to Morgana.

Morgana stares at him as she too sets her glass down. "Okay." she mutters softly, not sure of what to say to that.

Merlin smiles at her and leans over, brushing a few stray strands of her hair behind her ear.

She knows she must probably look like a hobo or something with her hair down and curtaining part of her face. She hadn't had time to pull it up after they'd had wild, unrestrained, and mind-blowing sex inside an elevator of all places, thanks to Lancelot and Tony's most recent incompetence. She goes to pull her hair up, but Merlin stops her with a hand around her wrist. "Don't." he murmurs softly as he pulls her hand slowly away, bringing it up to his lips, before he slowly, gently, mesmerizingly presses his lips against the inside of her wrist. "You look like a goddess with your hair like this… wild and perfect just the way it is."

Morgana has to mentally tell herself to keep calm and breathe. It's proving to be hard when he's saying things like that and looking intensely at her like that with those gorgeous blue eyes. And then pressing those talented and sexy lips against her skin. She mentally berates herself for feeling like a bloody silly schoolgirl with a crush. She can feel her face warm up, and it's just so frustrating and confusing for her to feel this way. It's not like this would be the first time he's ever touched her, and even then, it's not even that intimate. He's just kissing her wrist! But still, with that look he's giving her, she swears she's going to melt into a puddle. "You're not too bad yourself." she manages to say in a semi-seductive way. She glances down and grins widely at the tent forming quickly in his trousers. "Not bad at all."

He chuckles. "Well, after that little stunt you pulled in the elevator, you can't blame me for being excited for more."

"Well, I think I can remedy that." Morgana mutters teasingly, laying a hand gently on his thigh.

"You just never cease to amaze me, Alessandra." Merlin whispers oh so softly.

Morgana can't help the disappointment she feels at hearing him call her by a name that isn't hers. And though she knows that this 'relationship' would never amount to anything, she can't help the rush of sadness that fills her, knowing that it isn't real. The look he's giving her isn't real. The things they've done, won't matter when the job is done. So she pulls away.

From her peripherals, she sees his shoulders slump in disappointment, and she glances at him with apologetic eyes.

"Is there something bothering you?" he asks slowly, cautiously.

Morgana shakes her head, "No… it's just," she pauses and looks down at her lap, trying to think of something to say other than 'I just don't want to rob you because I really genuinely like you, and you make me feel things I've never ever felt before in my entire life'. She looks back up at him and bites her lip sheepishly. "I don't want you to think that I'm some slut or something who just goes around shagging guys I barely know in elevators or whatnot… I don't usually do things like this."

He smiles softly at her, his eyes crinkling adorably in the corners as he takes her hand in his again and holds it between his large, warm ones. "I don't think you're a slut. And you don't usually do things like what?" he asks curiously with a joking smile, obviously trying to lighten the mood.

Morgana chuckles lightly and squeezes his hand just a little. "Like agree readily to go with a handsome stranger to Italy for two weeks, sleep with him, have dinner with him, and then practically sexually assault him inside an elevator."

Merlin lets out a laugh as he pulls her closer into his side. He then turns his head and buries his face in her hair, inhaling her scent. "Me neither… but should you ever feel the need to sexually assault me again, I give you full permission to do whatever you want with me." he winks at her as she laughs and smacks him lightly against the chest.

"Should I ever feel the need to sexually assault you again, which by the way will probably be sooner than you think, will you do me one favor?"

"Anything." Merlin says readily and without hesitation.

She leans up so her lips are hovering next to his ear. "Will you leave your shirt off for the remainder of our time here?"

Merlin laughs heartily as he pulls her into his lap and kisses her. When he pulls away a few minutes later, he looks at her with a mischievous glint in his eye. "Only if you do the same."

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It's nearly dawn when Morgana stirs, blinking slowly as her eyes try to adjust to the darkness. She's a bit disoriented as she tries to remember exactly how she ended up in bed. She turns her head, looking over her shoulder, and seeing Merlin's slumbering form snoring softly behind her. She bites her lip when she realizes that his very warm hand, is cupping her naked breast, and his naked front is pressed comfortably into her naked back. Ignoring the way her body fits his like a glove, the dark haired girl gently removes his hand and slides out of bed slowly, careful not to wake up the man behind her.

She quickly finds his discarded shirt from last night and slips into it, briefly inhaling his scent as she tiptoes across the room to her purse. She pulls out her phone, throws a look over her shoulder at Merlin, and then walks into the next room to make a phone call.

It takes about three rings, but Gwen finally picks up. "It's too early." the girl mutters groggily. "Why are you even awake?"

Morgana resists the urge to roll her eyes. No point in doing it anyway with no one looking at her. "I'm not exactly here for a vacation, Gwen." she hisses quietly. "I need to know what exactly Lance and Tony got set up last night."

At that, Gwen snorts, sounding extremely wide awake. There's a sound of rustling fabric before she begins to chuckle mischievously on the phone. "Some hidden cameras, a couple of microphone transmitters, receivers, and a landline bug."

Morgana's eyes narrow dangerously as she walks over to the clock on top of the fireplace and inspects it. "Where exactly did they install the cameras and microphone transmitters?"

Gwen goes silent for a moment before muttering, "Everywhere."

The emerald-eyed girl has to bite her lip hard to stop herself from screaming into the phone. "Everywhere? What do you mean everywhere?"

"You want the blunt truth, or should I soften the landing a little."

Morgana inhales sharply and pinches the bridge of her nose as she lifts her face up towards the ceiling. "What can you all see?"

Gwen stifles a giggle, but Morgana could still hear her. "Let's just say that the boys may or may not regret the locations of their cameras."

"Oh God," Morgana groans softly. "What did you all see?"

"Oh I didn't see much. I was a little busy with my own plans, but Lancelot and Tony certainly watched their first live pornography last night." Gwen says cheekily, to which Morgana had to grit her teeth to keep from screeching.

"Tell Lance that I want the location of each and every camera and microphone in the goddamned bedroom, as well as the shower!" she hisses. "And the next time I see him, he better be wearing a mouthguard, and a fucking jock strap because I'm going to give him hell."

Gwen continues to howl with laughter, pausing every few seconds to inhale mouthfuls of air. "Okay, but I'm pretty sure there aren't any cameras or microphone's in the bedroom." she says once her laughter has died down.

"Then how did—,"

"You and Merlin weren't in the bedroom last night… at least not until you fell asleep on the couch and he carried you to bed."

"Oh…" Morgana pauses, remembering that she and Merlin had indeed started going at each other whilst still in the front living room. "He did?" she asks softly, a tiny smile forming on her lips before she quickly frowns, not knowing exactly where Lance and Tony had left the cameras facing. Suddenly feeling uncomfortable, Morgana pulls Merlin's shirt closed around her and quickly buttons it up as she uses her shoulder to hold her phone to her ear.

"Yes… If we weren't trying to rob from him, I'd totally root for you and him, but…" she lets that last part hang off of the conversation, knowing that Morgana won't really want to talk about it. "…so what's happened so far? I know that you two are sexually active… extremely sexually active," she couldn't resist saying cheekily. "but what have you found out about him so far?"

Morgana sighs heavily and glances at the door to the bedroom. "Nothing so far. He's a bit closed off, but I didn't want to pry too much in case he gets paranoid or something and throws an up extra security.. I need him to really trust me."

"Okay, but you know Morgause is expecting some information by the end of this week."

"I know… I've got his prints already, I just need to get them to Lance. Let him know that I'll text him with the details of where I'm going to drop the prints."

"Okay. Anything else?"

Morgana bites her lip, "Yes."

"What is it?"

"Arthur… you're going to pull a heist on him?"

Gwen goes silent for a moment as the sound of rustling fabric ensues again. "Not really…"

"What does that even mean?" Morgana asks incredulously.

Gwen sighs heavily, "Look, I don't really trust these phones. I always get the feeling that Morgause has our phones bugged or something."

Morgana nods wordlessly, knowing that exact feeling. "Okay. We'll talk about it later… I have to go before Merlin wakes up." she whispers.

"Okay." Gwen says quickly. "And Morgana?"

"Yes?" Morgana asks softly under her breath.

"Be careful."

Morgana nods slowly. "I will." she hangs up, slowly lowering her phone as she continues to stare out the window. The sun is slowly beginning to rise.

"You will what?"

Morgana nearly jumps out of her skin, a yelp leaving her mouth as she whirls around to find a shirtless Merlin leaning against the door to the bedroom with a curious look on his face. "Jesus Christ." she mutters, laying a hand over her racing heart.

"No, just me." Merlin says cheekily as he crosses the room and pulls her towards him, placing a quick peck to her lips. "Who were you talking to?" Merlin asks softly as he turns her around and wraps an arm around her torso, pulling her back into his chest. She immediately relaxes against him, although she knows she's supposed to be feeling anything but relaxed.

"Errr, my mother." she lies easily. "It's midnight over there in New York, and she couldn't sleep, so she called to check how I'm doing."

Merlin nods as he presses his lips into the side of her neck, his tongue venturing out to lick at her pulse point. "That's good."

Morgana's breath catches in her throat as his hand moves from her naked stomach and sweeps down to cup her equally naked mound. Unsurprisingly, she finds herself already getting wet as his deft digits begin to caress her sensitive skin. "We should… move to the bedroom." she whispers shakily, even as her eyes begin to close against her will.

"Mmmm, no this is fine where we are." he says huskily, his hands bunching up her- his shirt, and whispering seductively into her ear. "You look better in my shirt than I do."

"I do." she agrees, her voice coming out in a breathy whisper.

Merlin gently nips at her earlobe and she yelps as he inserts a finger inside her. "I want you right here and now."

Glancing around, Morgana glares hard and menacingly at every single possible object where one would hide a camera. If Lance and Tony are watching, they'll know what's good for them just by her glares. And so help them, she will wring both of their necks if they avoid her silent message and continue to watch her and Merlin like they're some bloody perverts. Her thoughts are cut short when Merlin pulls her back away from the window, and then bends her over so her hands are pressed up against the glass, and her buttocks is in direct alignment with his groin. She can only moan loudly as all else is forgotten, and all that is left is the feeling of Merlin's hands and body, pleasuring her. It's oddly erotic to be taken like this, in front of a large, head-to-toe, clear glass window, overlooking the entire hotel pool, bar, grill, and romantic gardens.

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A/N: In case you haven't noticed, this chapter is clearly a light one, with pure Mergana goodness. I know there isn't much smut, but the couple still has a good week and a half in romantic Italy. I wanted the connection between our favorite couple to really flow in this one. Next chapter will bring in Gwen and Arthur to the mix, and Morgause's reaction to finding out from Lance exactly what Morgana has been up to. Hope you all liked this. Please review and let me know what you think. Good? Bad? Meh? Anything and everything is welcomed.

-McDiggin'It