And here we are dear readers. After some reviews that appear to be nudging me to continue this ficlet, I'm finally doing it. It's only going to be a three parter. So not very long and with even shorter chapters. It's ridiculously self-indulgent, and IMHO plot-less, thus goes against all my morals. So, if you like it as the original one shot feel free to stop reading. If you don't like smut, read to the end of the flash back and a bit, then skip to the next chapter. If you like smut (I would like to believe it's not dirty smut too), then please continue. Also I may have told some of you guys I saw this in a Crime Noir direction, something like that may come in the future. End of my rant and enjoy.

Scarf

"Holy fuck!" screamed out Merlin, his knuckles were going bone white as he gripped the underside of the passenger seat.

Morgana laughed, it sounded so carefree and full of life. Her bob fluttered in the wind just as the sky blue, cashmere scarf wrapped around her elegant neck skimmed the air like a river flow. She took a ninety degree turn at a 130 kilometres an hour and was enjoying the adrenaline rush. Morgana managed a brief glance at the neatly dressed man in the passenger seat. His hair was ruffling in the wind and his blue eyes were wide with shock. But then who expected Morgana Pendragon to be a fast and furious driver?

A few hours earlier...

"Hahahaha. Did you see Arthur's face? He looked absolutely furious yet hilarious at the same," guffawed out Morgana in a very un-lady like manner as she clutched her sides. She was beginning to feel the stitches from laughing so hard.

"He looked murderous," commented Merlin, his eyes smiling in a mischievous way. He knew that he was a dead man in Arthur's eyes from now on. Arthur's reaction was something one simply cannot miss.

Merlin changed the gears of his car and with his other hand gently turned the steering wheel into another street. He wasn't sure where exactly where he was driving to, but his hands seem to know where they were going.

After some many more minutes of random driving at a leisurely place Morgana had finally managed to calm down, though the consequences of her outburst were clearly seen on her face. Her eye make up was a little ruined from the tears of laughter, but besides that she looked perfect. A perfect woman with a free spirit.

"So where are we going?" Morgana asked as she wiped a rogue tear from her eye.

"I donno." Merlin shrugged.

"Well that's not helpful isn't it?"

Merlin didn't reply. Honestly he didn't know why Morgana was still with him. Nor why she seemed so fascinated with him. He was just a random stranger she met only a few hours ago at The Green Knight. He shifted a little in his seat and felt a small lump in his trouser pocket. It was his black, silk bow tie. The infamous bow tie that landed him in the predicament he was in now. The tie Morgana seemed so very fond of.

"So Merlin I see you like fast cars," continued Morgana, trying to fill the silence.

"I do indeed," he answered nonchalantly. They appeared to be at square one all over again.

"And is this an Aston Martin Long Chassis Tourer?"

"Actually it's a personalised variation of the Aston Martin Chassis Tourer, it's the shorter two seater version. Only released a few months ago. Though Miss. Pendragon you appear to be quite knowledgeable with your cars," Merlin commented whilst still driving to unknown destination.

Morgana threw her head back and laughed melodically. "I see, I see. Well I quite like my cars. I had a beau in New York who owned three Pontiacs and another two Cadillacs. His obsessions with cars must have rubbed onto me and thankfully not that much. But I do love the purr of a racing car." Morgana glided her hand across the gear box, feeling the vibration of the engine and ever so slightly pushing the hem of her dress higher up her thigh.

Merlin saw this and cleared his throat in attempt to distract himself or Morgana. "Yes, this is a racing car. But I don't race. I just like to have a good car. What happened to that beau of yours?"

Morgana grinned wickedly at Merlin's direction to which he could just see in the corner of his eye. "Oh I left him. Turned out he was cheating on his wife with me. When I found out, I broke up with him and told his wife about our relationship." She laughed again, this time it had a triumphant edge to it.

Merlin gasped at her audacity. "What did the wife do?"

"Did the obvious of course. Divorced him and slashed and damaged all his cars. And he couldn't do a thing since her father owned the insurance company he was with. Hah! But enough about me. What about you Merlin? How ever did you afford a car like this on an assistant's salary? I doubt Arthur pays you very much."

He wrinkled his nose and then replied, "It didn't initially, but I got promoted if you believe it or not. I may listed be as his personal assistant but I do a lot of editing and managing of the company when Uther and him are not around. You many even call me the de-facto editor in charge when neither are running the company."

"So it appears everything turned out sweetly for you," said Morgana as she rummaged through Merlin's glove box and found a blue, cashmere scarf. She picked it up and ran her fingers through it, feeling the soft, delicate threads that made the silky accessory.

"Yeah, I'm lucky like that."

"I'm sure you are Mr. Emrys. Do you think you are any luckier?" she asked, her green eyes twinkling.

Merlin looked at her (they were now on a straight, lonely, rural road) with curious eyes. Morgana smiled as she wrapped the scarf around her neck and flicked the excess to her back.

"I like to think so," he finished.

And that is how Merlin and Morgana ended up speeding along the English country side like mad people. Though in Merlin's honest opinion Morgana was the mad and insane one. While he liked to think of himself to be the sensible and sane one. Nevertheless, he considered himself a crazy person to allow Morgana Pendragon to drive his car in the first place. Then, to later find out she didn't even have her driving license yet.

Morgana suddenly turned the steering wheel very sharply and drove into a dirt road. Merlin held his breath, hoping he wouldn't die. Luckily, they didn't hit a tree. Morgana's driving became more tame as she plodded the Aston Martin down the dirt road until it reached a cliff side clearing where they could see the London light's in all its night time glory.

She stopped the engine and breathed out a sigh. The kind of sigh one gets after an exhilarating moment that is.

"That was amazing," she exclaimed, turning to look at Merlin whose hair was all mussed up with her lustrous eyes.

"I'm not so sure about that, but I'm glad you liked it." Merlin was looking a paler than usual and maybe even a tinge of green.

"Your car is fantastic. It drives really smoothly. I mean it even took the dirt road really well." Morgana readjusted the scarf around her neck. The the temperature was steadily dropping even during a warm spring night.

"For a person who doesn't even have their license, you sure seem to know your cars well," he repeated after the motion sickness started to fade away.

Morgana giggled, a very un-Morgana like thing to do, but it felt perfectly normal to so around this man. "I like my cars," she simply stated.

"I see. So where exactly are we? Though it does have a very beautiful view," Merlin changed the subject whilst he scratched his chin. Maybe he should shave off the beard all together instead of trimming it. It can be irritating at times.

"Just a place I use to go to when I was little." Morgana leaned back into the leather seat and propped her feet on the steering wheel as she gazed into the distance.

"With Arthur and Uther?" Merlin asked, trying to distract himself from her spectacular legs. Even in the dim lighting, he could see wide expanses of her creamy, white skin and her feet covered by silver high heeled shoes. He had to admit, it looked very sexy.

"No, with my mother and father."

Merlin frowned a bit but before he could question Morgana continued, "Arthur's only my half brother. Even though Uther may be my biological father my real father was Gorlois. He was the one who raised me when I was little."

"So how did you end up in the Pendragon household?" he asked in the most subtlest of ways.

"It's a complicated story," Morgana replied softly and drifted off.

Merlin could tell this was a sensitive subject and said, "You don't have to tell me anything if you don't want to."

He placed his hand on her back and began rubbing it, tracing small circles between her shoulder blades, feeling every dangling string that was attached to her dress between his fingers. Morgana in response shuffled closer to him and leaned her head on his shoulder, just at the crook of his neck, where it fit perfectly.

"It's alright, it was a long time ago. I'm my own woman don't you know?" she said more bravely and teasingly.

Merlin laughed, "I know. A crazy driver too."

Morgana felt the laugh vibrate through him and hum into her, it was a pleasant feeling. A warm feeling. She straightened herself and stared at him in silence. Merlin returned the look with his soft blue eyes, his lips forming a soft smile despite the teasing a moment ago.

Merlin looked at the woman in the driver's seat. She was a flapper. A bold, intelligent and determined woman. Looked graceful as swan with the fire of a tiger. However, even underneath that she was still somewhat fragile and maybe even vulnerable. But she is strong, this Morgana Pendragon.

The two of them only looked into each other's eyes for what could have been for a millenia and neither would have been able to tell the passing of time. Their gazes grew deeper, peeling layer by layer of each other's soul. They knew something was going to happen but neither wanted to break an almost sacred silence. The atmosphere was heavy with emotion, if that could be even said for they have barely known each for less than a day.

But somehow amidst the battle of wills they found their lips pressed together. Morgana's Aston Martin red lips were caught by Merlin's mouth. She could feel him tremble, in fear or anticipation she did not know. Or was herself that was trembling? Why would she?

Merlin shuffled closer to her, their lips still locked in a chaste manner. He felt like he needed her with him. He stretched over and wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her comfortably. But Morgana had other ideas and moved over the gear box from her seat and nestled herself on Merlin's lap, straddling him.

He raised a single daring eyebrow, making him look simultaneously roguish and charming. Morgana replied with a smirk of her own and unwound the blue scarf on her neck and looped it around Merlin's neck, pulling him closer. She crashed her lips on his. Merlin responded equally as passionately. It was open mouthed, hot and desperate. Tongues lashed at each other, trying to obtain every morsel there was to offer.

Merlin's hands ran up the side's of Morgana's flapper dress, feeling her stunning figure. This time he managed to get her dress off without much difficulty and leaving her with only her undergarments that were of a scarlet shade, contrasting with her pearly, white skin.

"Wow," he gasped.

Morgana giggled at the comment albeit quite flattered too. Merlin could feel the giggle reverberate through him for she pressed herself flush upon his body. It made him embarrassingly aroused and Morgana knew it very well for she purposely wriggled on his lap, teasing him and tantalisingly undoing his buttons ever so slowly.

Merlin tried to stifle a moan, but it horribly failed even with him gently kissing her neck, tracing up and down where her jugular would be. This spurred Morgana on and she removed his shirt. Morgana ran her fingers delicately across his chest, tracing the planes of muscle and gliding through his hairs. She kissed him softly on the lips, enjoying how soft and inviting they were. Her hand ran through his hair, gripping onto them as she followed the line of Merlin's strong jaw to his defined cheekbones and further to his large ears, nibbling on his lobes. Morgana murmured small mews into his ears as she nibbled on them.

Suddenly she gasped. Merlin dragged his hands across her calves to her bottom, feeling them in a most sensuous way that sent tingles up her spine. She pressed her body closer to him, flushing skin on skin. His lips found their way to her mouth and he pried them open, thrusting his tongue in it. Morgana met his with her own. Merlin's fingers lightly touched her inner thighs, so close to where she needed him. But alas he decided to wander his hands away from her silky legs and up her smooth belly and to the place between shoulder blades where he undid her brasserie (he thinks what this particular undergarment was called). The small piece of clothing fell loose off her body, revealing her perfect breasts. Morgana's peachy, pink nipples were already perked with arousal.

"You're beautiful," Merlin breathed out in awe. He wasn't staring at her breasts but at her whole form, drinking in the beauty of the goddess before him as his hands rested on her hips where the lacy knickers were still in place.

"Thank you, you're not too bad yourself," she replied with a wink and in a voice so softly that if his face wasn't a few mere centimetres away from her Merlin wouldn't have been able to hear it.

She leaned in and kissed him, getting her hair caught in that trimmed beard of his. Morgana moaned in delight when she felt Merlin cup her breasts, caressing them gently and rubbing her nipples in a way that she felt like she was on the knife's edge.

Merlin managed to separate his mouth from hers again and trailed down her smooth neck and toward her collar bone where she made that odd yet pleasurable sound when he licked it again. He dared himself to go further, bravado taking him. He slid his hands to her hips and his mouth reaching her breasts. His lips were gently feeling and nibbling them, purposefully ignoring her nipples just to tease her slightly in payback to what she was doing to him.

"Please, please don't do this to me Merlin. I need you," she pleaded into his hair, but it came out muffled.

He mumbled something incomprehensible into her and wrapped his mouth on her perked nipple, nipping it. She groaned at the warm feeling suddenly embodying her. Morgana immediately dug her nails into his bare back and grinded her hips into Merlin's.

Her hands quickly made there way down to his trouser button and zipper, hastily trying to undo it. Merlin soon realised what she was doing and promptly assisted her. They freed him from his pants exposing him to the cool air, but it was nothing for he was hot and hard. Morgana grasped him and began stroking him making Merlin's hackles rise because of the pleasant sensations.

Merlin eliciting a moan of pleasure, "Ooh yes. Right there."

Merlin felt like he wasn't doing much so his fingers bypassed Morgana's knickers and delved past her already moist curls and into her, gently rubbing and tugging at her. Feeling the most softest and intimate parts of her being.

"Oh god! That feels so goood," she moaned into the night air for his head was still buried between her chest.

Morgana squirmed at his touch, bringing his fingers at the most oddest and delightful angles. She couldn't take it any more, so she let go of him and and used one hand to grab his free hand and brought it to her hips and the other removing (though reluctantly) from her and onto the other side of her hips. Merlin had a slightly confused expression on his face but when she placed her hands on top of his and gently pushed them down, the friction of hands on her hips causing her knickers to slide down to her knees, leaving her entirely naked in front of him.

Merlin's mouth formed a little 'o', utterly too stunned to say anything for this gorgeous creature before him.

Morgana smiled wickedly and her eyes darkened furthermore with a lusty haze. She pushed him deeper into the leather car seat, readying herself for the contact

"Are you sure?" asked Merlin as if he was second guessing just as she was about to lower herself.

Morgana quirked an eyebrow in amusement, her lips curling upwards at the question."If I wasn't I wouldn't be on top?" she replied cheekily, "And I wouldn't have driven all the way up here."

Before he could reply she brought herself on him, enveloping him.

Merlin felt like his head was going to explode with stars for he was in utter bliss. Morgana felt perfect for him, and the warmth, unbelievable. He raised his hips higher, taking him deeper into her. Morgana growled in response and kissed him, thrusting into him, sending intoxicating feelings through their nerves. Merlin rocked with Morgana, bringing them closer as their naked bodies became one. His hands were still on her hips helping her into a rhythm, steadily going faster.

"Oh god Morgana! Oh yes! Yes!" he yelled into her neck, his neck and face being fanned over with her hair.

He bucked hard, increased his thrusts causing Morgana to scream (much to Merlin's enjoyment). "Merlin please! ...Faster! Faster!"

They were teetering at the edge so close but not yet there.

"Ahh Morgana!" he called out reaching his climax with the last thrust. He thought he actually saw stars, maybe he did for it was night or they were Morgana's glittering eyes which fluttered closed as she reached her peak.

"Mer,-lin!" she gasped and shuddered on top of him, fusing the beads of sweat on their naked bodies together.

She pressed hard onto him, resting her head on the crook of his neck again, listening to his shallow pants of breath. Merlin rested his slick, wet head on her shoulder, feeling the serene, silence that claimed them.

After a moment Morgana rearranged herself on his lap, snuggling closer to him. Merlin reached for his blue scarf as it was the only thing he could reach and attempted to cover her, but ultimately he wrapped his strong arms around her frame, keeping her close to him. Soon the pair fell asleep in each others arms in a red Aston Martin overlooking the London lights.

FIN

Author's Note

I can't believe I typed this up...and I feel naughty. My first time at smut (and it sounds ridiculous to me). Should I do something like this again? Yay or Nay? One more chapter to go.