I realised I have made a mistake, it is only tiny but it is stuck on my mind. Morgana is not wearing a bra but in the previous chapter she pulled money from her bra. I don't know how that works! So let's just say that the dress has a built in bra. And thank you for the reviews, it really made my day to read them J I will update as much as possible! This chapter is longer!
Sorry, i uploaded the same chapter twice!i am sorry. enjoy the actual chapter!
Morgana grabs Merlin's hand and pulls him from his seat, she leads him through the crowd towards the double doors into the hallway. They head towards the front desk, which is occupied by a smartly dressed man. He raises an eyebrow at Morgana and looks at Merlin and has to stop himself frowning.
Morgana speaks loudly "I left a bag here earlier" the man at the desk watches Morgana as she looks at Merlin and smiles.
"Of course Miss Pendragon" he articulated before looking under the desk at the leather backpack. He picks it up carefully and passes it over the counter.
"Thank you…" she pauses "Tom?" she questions. And he nods at her before returning his gaze to the computer screen and looking at the news reports.
Morgana leads Merlin to the front of the hotel and halts in front of a dark purple sports bike, the motorcycle shimmers in the moonlight.
"Is this yours?" Merlin says in amazement, his eyes wide in amazement.
"Yes" she says quickly, a big smile on her face. He lets out a small laugh and examines the bike closely, running his hand over the smooth pain.
"It's beautiful" he says slowly.
Morgana moves towards Merlin, resting her hand on his arm. He shivers underneath her grasp, goose bumps appearing on his bare arms. "Can you drive?" she whispers, leaning in close enough to feel his heart beating. Her body pressing against his back, breathing down his neck "I think I may be over the limit." She says innocently and Merlin laughs wildly, turning around to face her. Their bodies are still pressed together as she lifted her arm up and dangled the keys in front of his face. The sound of the keys jingling broke the silence between them, he extended his arm to grab them and she jokingly pulled them away. Merlin sighed mockingly and grabbed the keys from her grasp.
"Of course I can drive." He says calmly, leaning in again, this time close enough to feel her breath on his lips. Her lip widen in a smile again as she backs away from him and slips her shoes off her feet. She fiddles with the sipper on the bag she is holding and pulls out a pair of leather trousers and a matching jacket. Merlin watched closely as she slipped the red heels of her feet and stood on the cool ground. Without the added height of her heels she reached above his shoulders, her forehead in line with his upper lip.
He watched intensely as she pulled on the tight leather trousers effortlessly, she smiled at the realisation that he was watching her. She took a moment to fasten the button and then looked at Merlin, who looked away quickly his cheeks flushing pink. She turned away from him and peeled the tight dress off her body, her bare back was facing Merlin and she let the dress drop to the floor, using her arm to cover her chest. She picked up the jacket with her other arm and pulled it on. Morgana turned as she pulled the zip up to her neck, giving Merlin the change to see her cleavage. She pushed her feet back into the red heels and picked up the helmet on the bike, which was also a dark purple, matching the bike.
"Shit, I don't have a spare helmet" she said as pushed the helmet over her curls which were fastened in a long pony tail at the nape of her neck. She looked over at the nearby bike and picked up a helmet that sat on the shabby looking one.
Merlin gasped "Morgana you can't just steel a helmet!"
She laughed at him "it's not stealing its borrowing" she threw the helmet at him and he caught it using both arms "put it on!" she demanded. She grabbed the dress from the floor and took the money out of the built in bra. She produced a wad of cash and stuffed it into the waistband of her trousers, leaving a hundred pound note in her hands, she wedged it under a piece of metal on the bike. Diving into her backpack she grasped her red lipstick and quickly put some on, the candy coloured pen highlighting her lips. She then used it to scrawl a message onto the small windshield on the shabby bike
Took helmet sorry x
Merlin looked at the message and laughed pulling the helmet over his ears. He then straddled the bike and roaring up the engine looked at Morgana as she pulled the backpack on. She copied his action of straddling the bike, and sat herself behind him. She weaved her arms around his waist and chest, holding tightly onto his body and hooked her feet behind her on the metal foot holdalls.
"Ready?" he shouted over the engine and party music.
"Ready!" she replied quickly, matching his volume.
Merlin pulled back on the handle, roaring the engine up and lifted his feet off the ground and moved the bike forward. He drove steadily down the hotel's long drive way before speeding up down the country lane. She gripped him tighter as they soared onto the motorway which was scattered with a few different vehicles. The lights scattered across the roads, lit up their ride.
Morgana couldn't stop herself thinking about Merlin and the fact that she had her arms wrapped tightly around him. She felt as if she was locked in an embrace but pushed the thought from her mind and cursed herself, he was driving a motorbike with her not hugging her. She focused on the stars as they drove to try and forget that she had her body pressed against Merlin.
The journey took hardly any time at all, Morgana was surprised that they had reached London in little over 25 minutes. When Merlin pulled up to a modern looking apartment block, Morgana was surprised. He pulled the bike into the parking lot, Merlin stopped the bike and Morgana quickly dismounted and Merlin followed.
"You live here?" she asked in surprise.
He smiled "yeah, this is home." They both pulled the helmets off and rested the on the bike. Morgana sighed awkwardly and Merlin grabbed her hand, reassuringly and lead her towards the elevator.
"Merlin, thank you" She began, looking up at him as she spoke "I really appreciate this." She squeezed on his hand.
He rapidly pushed the elevator button, and halted in front of the doors. He faced her "anytime Morgana" he murmured before turning back to the elevator which opened as if on cue. The both walked into the lift and he pressed the button for the 20th floor.
The journey upstairs dragged on as she tried to block out the annoying rhythm of the elevator music, after a minute she began to hum to tune.
Merlin laughed at her, using his free hand to cover his mouth.
"What?" she asked
"Nothing, it's just that tune will be stuck in your head for ages." He replied, laughing on the last word.
She scowled at him and went to hit him, the doors opened and he escaped. She followed him as he began to run down the hallway.
He paused outside the doorway labelled '20M' and fumbled for his keys in his jean pocket, pulling them out he hastily unlocked the door. He walked in casually leaving the door wide open and Morgana standing outside. She could hear him talking to her "You can make yourself at home, the a bathroom is through there…" he paused and turned around to look at her "Morgana?" he asks.
He walks back to the door to find Morgana standing outside the door, she looks at him nervously. "Why are you standing out here?" he asks, looking at her shy expression. She simply shrugs her shoulders "you can come in." he states, watching as she walks in slowly. He shuts the door behind her and releases a breath.
Morgana walked down the small hallway which opened up into a large space. A modern looking kitchen was to her left, the marble counter tops were clean and shining. The kitchen cabinets were white with glass panels and the fridge black to match the counters. A variety of appliances were scattered around, she noticed a coffee machine and a blender. There was no dining room but a breakfast bar that backed onto the open lounge. Which was made up of 3 black sofa's which made a square around a digital fireplace. A television set was above the fireplace and on the mantel piece there was various objects and photographs. On the right to this was a library of sorts, light wood cases containing various books under a lower ceiling. She looked closely at the lower ceiling and realised it was from the bedroom which overhung slightly. It was high enough for a person to stand under but not nearly as high as the ceiling.
There was a set of wooden stairs that lead to a fuzzy glass railing which she assumed was hip height. The bedroom was as open as the rest of the apartment and as beautiful. She could see a huge mirrored wardrobe across the further wall; she could see the fuzzy outline of a queen sized bed. There was a door opposite the wall that the bed was resting on, which she assumed was the bathroom. She couldn't help but find this place beautiful.
"This place is amazing" she whispered to herself, she didn't think he could hear her but when she turned around she saw him standing in the kitchen, smirking.
"Thank you, would you like something to drink?" he asked.
She nodded her head "Yes please" he gestures towards the wine rack. She nods again and moves towards the breakfast bar "anything is fine." She says simply, he grabs a bottle of red wine and turns around. When he turns back the bottle is open and he has to glasses in his hand.
He pours the wine into the glasses and slides one towards her before walking around the breakfast bar and taking the seat next to him. "I think it's time that I explained." She said before taking a long sip of the wine.