A/N: So this is my first lyric fic. I really love this song, so please listen to it :) Anyways, I hope you all enjoy! And if you have a FB, please like my page under Freyaloves!

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Hamburg by Keane:

I don't wanna be adored

Don't wanna be first in line

Or make myself heard

I'd like to bring a little light

To shine a light on your life

To make you feel loved

No, don't wanna be the only one you know

I wanna be the place you call home

I lay myself down

To make it so, but you don't want to know

I give much more

Than I'd ever ask for

Will you see me in the end

Or is it just a waste of time

Trying to be your friend

They had been in Camelot for a week. One week since Merlin had kissed Morgana to save Arthur. Sometimes, at night, Merlin would think about it. How she had touched him, kissed him . . . on nights like those all Merlin had to relieve the burning ache in his core was his hand.

The next morning on one of those nights, he was late to Arthur.

"What took you so long?" Arthur asked when Merlin finally scurried into his room with a tray of food.

"Um . . . I wasn't feeling well last night, and I slept a little longer than usual." Merlin replied, and placed the food on the table.

"Really?" Arthur asked, and picked up a sausage. "You weren't perhaps at the tavern?"

Merlin frowned as he made Arthur's bed. "I haven't ever been to the tavern," he muttered into the sheets.

Arthur laughed. "Of course you haven't." When Merlin didn't argue or reply, he added, "Are you really not feeling well?"

Merlin sighed and bent to pick up a pillow. "I'm feeling fine."

"Merlin . . ." Arthur said dangerously.

Merlin sighed again, this time more exasperatedly. "I've just been thinking about Morgana."

"Oh," Arthur said. After a while, he said hesitantly, "Merlin . . . what really happened?"

Merlin hit his head coming back out of Arthur's wardrobe. "What do you mean?"

"What happened when you were alone with Morgana?" Arthur asked, pink creeping up his cheeks.

Merlin could feel the pink creeping up his, so he turned his back. "Um . . . basically what I told you already." He said vaguely.

"Merlin . . ." Arthur said again.

"What do you want to hear?" Merlin asked. "How she seduced me? Well, first off, when I was applying the poultice for her ankle, she tried to get me to have sex with her. The next day, she told me she wanted a bath, and that she couldn't get into the water by herself because of her ankle. Somehow she got me shirtless and in the water with her." Merlin looked at Arthur. "What happened there will stay there."

Arthur looked a mix between angry and sick. "What happened when she got you in the water?"

"Arthur, I'm not telling you. It's personal."

"You will, because it's an offence! You're lucky I'm not telling my father about it!" Arthur said angrily.

"Why do you want to know?" Merlin asked defensively.

"I care about Morgana, and I want to know what happened!" Arthur said. Merlin had a strange feeling that Arthur meant him.

Merlin ran a hand through his hair. "She pressed herself against my back, and said I was strangely toned for a servant. Then I turned around, which I regretted when I felt her . . . breasts against my chest." Arthur's face was beginning to turn red. From embarrassment or anger, Merlin couldn't tell. "Do you want me to go on?"

"Yes," Arthur said tightly.

"Then she rubbed herself against my manhood," Merlin faltered at the memory. "Then she kissed my neck, and ear. After that, she swam away, thinking I would follow. I didn't. I left."

Arthur looked him over closely as he finished. "And when you kissed her . . . that was the first time?"

Merlin nodded. "Yes. It was only to distract her, though."

Arthur bowed his head. "Then I won't ask you about it again."

"Thank-you, Arthur." Merlin said, and left the room.

Merlin didn't know what he was going to do about his Morgana problem.