Update Time! I'm so sorry for the wait; I've been suffering the worse case of writers block of my life, but I think I've made up my mind. I'd like to thank you all for sticking with me and with this story. You're what keeps me writing through the blocks. Enjoy.
Merlin and Morgana stayed in the hotel room all day, ordering room service and flipping through the channels. Neither was willing to admit it, but they were scared of breaking the bubble they'd been living in for the past few days. Just one wrong move and everything that had been happening could fall apart.
"A Doctor Who marathon is on, Merlin. We have to watch it!" Morgana's face lit up when she saw the TV guide.
"You watch Doctor Who?" Merlin asked, disbelievingly. He never would have thought that Morgana was the type to watch Doctor Who.
"Yeah, why wouldn't I?"She questioned.
"I just can't imagine you watching it." He smiled. Funny, a smile hadn't seemed to leave his face since he kissed Morgana. Was it really just yesterday? So much had changed since then. Even the sky was different, crackling with something ancient and unimaginable.
"Well, you just don't know me all that well, do you?" She asked, leaning into him with a smirk.
"I guess you'll have to teach me," He said, leaning down to kiss her. When their lips met, sparks literally flew, tingling through both of their bodies. He kissed her harder, never wanting to be separate from her again. Was it possible to fall in love this quickly?
She quickly reciprocated, running her fingers through his messy hair. "You really need to shower," she joked. "Your hair is gross."
He responded by pulling her back to him, sparks flying once again. Her lips were soft and warm against his.
She ran her hand under his shirt, finally pulling it off and throwing it to the ground. Then she began to work at her own, slowly undoing each button.
"Can't you just take it off?" Merlin asked with a smile.
She smirked. "If you knew how much this shirt cost, you wouldn't have asked that," She said, finally reaching the last button.
He pushed her hands away, sliding the shirt of her back on his own. "You're sure you want this?" he asked. "You know this means there's no going back? And possibly it means that Arthur will kill me the second he returns."
"I know." She said, unbuttoning his pants.
~oOo~
The clock read 2:24 AM when Merlin woke up to the sound of Morgana's screams. "No! No! You can't die!" She screeched, deep in a dream.
"Morgana!" He yelled, finally pulling her from her sleep. Tears streamed down her face. "I didn't realize the nightmares were back," Merlin whispered comfortingly.
"They've never left," she cried, her voice raw. "But they haven't been this bad since I came back."
"What happened? We can deal with it together." He told her, reassuringly, holding her tightly.
"No," She whispered, voice growing stronger. "There is no destiny and there are no prophecies. My visions don't have to come true. I can't tell you." Her voice cracked again.
"Okay," He murmured. "Then let's just go back to sleep. I'm sure things will be better in the morning." The crackle of energy in the air hummed quietly, slowly lulling Merlin back into a peaceful sleep, but his mind was unable to rest fully. Despite what Morgana had been saying about destiny, he was unable to believe it completely. Visions and prophecies had never lied before. A pit formed deep in his stomach, and he knew that something was going to go very wrong before they could get Arthur back.
~oOo~
When Merlin groggily opened his eyes, light was streaming through the window, making patterns on the floor, and Morgana was sitting fully dressed at the foot of the bed.
"Good, you're awake," She said. "It's time to go find Arthur."
I hope you were all pleased with that. For a while, I had myself convinced that I was being purposely ambiguous about what was happening between Merlin and Morgana, but then I just realized that I was scared of writing it wrong, so I got over my fears, and wrote this chapter. If you liked it, leave a review, and if you're new here, make sure to follow.