A/N: shep114:YES! Light, I LOVE KEANE! I was thinking of using some of the songs you posted as it too, but I was really into Love is the End, so I kept that. And Florence, I know her every song by heart. EVERY SINGLE ONE. AH! And thank you for the review! I wish you had of signed in so I could have replied to you that way! And I have heard Keane's new album. It is spectacular. But I didn't hear how they got their name.

And sorry everyone who had to read that :P And the song is Mimizan by Beirut.

And I longed for you.

Yes I long for you.

Oh I'll move for you.

Yes, I'll move for you

Merlin couldn't sleep that night. He regretted pushing Morgana away . . . wasn't being with Morgana one of his reasons for even coming? Merlin sighed and rolled over, eyes widening when Morgana's eyes were looking at him.

"Couldn't sleep?" She asked quietly. Merlin almost turned back around at the compassion in her voice. How could she turn from being evil so easily? It made Merlin suspicious.

"No," he admitted. Morgana shifted so she could get a better view of him.

"What's keeping you up?" She asked innocently. A little too innocently.

"You," Merlin said. Morgana raised an eyebrow?

"Me?" She scoffed. "Why would I be keeping you up? I haven't made a sound."

Merlin looked away. "It's just . . . the thought of what we didn't do is keeping me up." His cheeks reddened at Morgana's knowing look.

"It was keeping me up too," she admitted. "Why is it too early for you?"

Merlin shrugged uncomfortably. "There was this other girl . . ."

"Oh," Morgana said disappointedly.

"But she's gone now." Merlin finished hurriedly, and with a touch of bitterness.

"What happened to her?" Morgana asked. She sounded genuinely curious.

Merlin hesitated before saying quietly, "She died some time ago." Even without looking at her, he heard her audibly gasp.

"Merlin . . ." Morgana said, shocked. "I'm so sorry. If I had known that was your reason . . ."

"I didn't want you to know." Merlin said, and then almost kicked himself from stupidity.

"No, I understand. It's personal." Morgana paused, unsure. "How did she die?"

Merlin frowned. He didn't know how much he should tell Morgana. For all he knew, she could turn around and tell Arthur. Though that wasn't likely; Arthur probably wouldn't believe anything from her in a long time. "She was killed."

He heard Morgana gasp again. He rolled back over and observed her quietly. "I'm so sorry." She whispered after a while.

"It's okay; it was for the best." Morgana looked disbelieving.

"'For the best'?" She scoffed. "How is someone you love dying 'for the best'?"

"You wouldn't understand," Merlin said exasperatedly.

"Maybe I would!" Morgana said angrily. She sat up and reached out to Merlin. Her hand rested on his shoulder. "Try me."

"Destiny," Merlin breathed. He tried to shake off Morgana's hand, but she wouldn't let up.

"Destiny," she repeated, frowning at him. "A cruel thing." Merlin nodded, his eyes studying her face in the darkness. Suddenly Morgana leaned down and captured his lips with hers.

Merlin scooted upwards, grasping her face in his hands. Morgana's arms were around his neck and Merlin was very painfully aware of his body when hers pressed against his. "Morgana," he gasped her name out when she pulled back to kiss along his jaw.

"Am I doing it again?" Morgana asked, pulling away.

"No, it's just . . . I'm still not ready to go all the way," her face fell, and Merlin added quickly, "but there are other things we can do."

A mischievous light entered her eye. "I suppose there are," she said testily, and suddenly her mouth was sucking at his Adam's apple and Merlin nearly lost it.

He groaned and closed his eyes, feeling his body tense and harden. Morgana didn't seem to mind; she didn't even acknowledge the growing bulge in his pants and Merlin wished desperately that she would.

Morgana untied his neckerchief and tossed it aside. Her fingers were quick about lifting his shirt up and kissing down his chest. Merlin's hands were not idly either. He untied the laces at the back of her shift, lifting it up slowly around her legs. "Merlin!" Morgana gasped as his fingers traced patterns on the inside of her thighs.

"Am I hurting you?" Merlin said worriedly.

"No, no, no! It actually feels really good." Her hand encased his. "Please, don't stop."

Merlin grinned. His fingers massaged her flesh and she arched into him, trying to get his hand to go where all the tension was building. When he didn't comply, she reached up and bit his ear; not softly at all.

"What was that for?" Merlin asked, pulling back.

"When I want something, I get it, Merlin." Morgana said coldly, but her eyes betrayed her. They were full of lust and passion.

"Fine," Merlin said. "But I've never done it before, so . . ." he trailed off as Morgana lifted her shift above her head, revealing her breasts. "Wow," he breathed.

Morgana flushed and kissed him, their lips locking loosely as Merlin's hand strayed to her breast. She gasped loudly and cried out against him. Merlin continued to knead the smooth skin and his other hand found her thigh.

"Merlin!" She gasped out, pulling his hand up so that it was touching her womanhood. "No teasing." Merlin gasped also, feeling her warmness against his hand. Morgana leaned up to kiss his neck, and Merlin's hand began to move against her again.

Morgana's sudden cry of pleasure almost cancelled out the sound of hooves. Merlin pulled away, head cocked to the side, listening. "Merlin, don't stop!" Morgana cried.

He shushed her, still listening. Yes, there it was the sound of hooves. "People are coming." He said quietly, and jumped up, moving to the edge of the clearing and looking around. He saw five men with black cloaks, a tree emblazoned on the breast. "Cenred's men," he said in a shocked whisper.

Morgana sat up, covering herself. "Cenred is dead. You killed him! What are his men doing here?"

Merlin turned back toward her. "I killed him -? It doesn't matter. I don't know why they are here, but if they see us . . ." he walked back toward her, pulling her up. "We will be dead or worse." He looked at her naked form before adding disappointedly, "Get dressed."

Morgana nodded and began pulling on her clothes. Merlin did the same. After he was dressed he used magic to put out the small fire. Morgana gasped behind him. "I've never seen you openly use magic." She explained at Merlin's confused look.

"Oh," was all he said. He helped Morgana onto her horse, and then jumped onto his own. "Ya!" he said, moving his horse forward. Morgana followed closely as the night swallowed them.