Thank you for your lovely reviews! Just a quick little update before I get to drop the bombshell...hehehe. I think you're going to hate me, but never mind Oh, and I made Morgana go a bit Disney half way through.

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"Last night was..."

"Yeah, it was," she says happily and cuddles further into his chest. He combs her hair through with his fingers, enjoying the way the dark strands glide over his skin, while the other hand traces warm patterns onto her cool back.

"You don't have any regrets, do you?" Merlin asks her nervously.

"No," she laughs. "Only perhaps that we didn't do it sooner."

He smiles his relief. "I wasn't too bad, was I?"

Morgana props herself up on her elbow. "absolutely appalling. In fact," she moves to sit on his stomach, "I think we might have to do it all over again. You know, just to see if you get any better."

He grins sheepishly up at her. "As much as I'd love to prove myself to you, I can't." He sits up with her still holding onto his shoulders. "I have to go to work soon."

She pouts. "Why don't you ring in sick?"

"Because I'm not ill."

"You're boring," she huffs. "They didn't need me in today, so we could've spent the whole day together."

"I'm beginning to think you're a bad influence on me," he chuckles and pushes her gently from his lap.

"Where are you going?" She asks, watching in amusement as he starts to pick up discarded items of clothing that were scattered around the room.

"To have a shower."

"Maybe I should come in with you," she suggests with a knowing smile. "It would help to save water."

"Yeah, you could do the washing up while you're in there," he says and laughs when she pulls a face at him. Then he gives her a quick kiss on the forehead and disappears into the bathroom. She is left sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her pale legs back and forth. She brings her hand up to her mouth, her fingers fiddling with her lips and giggles suddenly. Last night had been incredible and she hadn't even had to pretend. Merlin was better in one night than Alvarr had been in dozens - Okay, new rule: She would stop comparing Merlin to Alvarr. One, because there was really no reason to do so. And two, because it wasn't really fair for Merlin to be compared to an alcoholic drug dealer.

She gives a contented sigh and looks around the room; it looked like a bomb had hit it. Reminded of last nights antics, she smiles to herself and hears the shower start whirring. Maybe she should get dressed. She quickly locates her underwear and slips it back on and a t-shirt which had previously belonged to Merlin, but was now claimed by her.

He pokes his head around the door a few moments later, his hair wet and sticking up all over the place.

"Have you seen my black shirt?"

Morgana points to the one she is wearing. "This one?"

"No, the button-up one," he says with a frown. "Ah, there it is."

Merlin walks into the room, wearing only a pair of jeans, and over to a dark shirt lying next to her. Before he can pick it up, she snatches it away and hides it behind her back.

His eyes meet hers in challenge. "Give it back."

"But I much prefer you with out it," she tells him, a finger stroking lightly down his chest. He shudders, she smirks.

"I'm not sure the customers will see it that way."

"No? That's a shame," she says, not really paying any attention and mainly focussing on drawing shapes over his stomach.

"Morgana."

"Hmm?"

"Please give me my shirt back."

She kisses the tip of his nose and shakes her head with a smile. "Nope."

"Pretty please?"

She rolls her eyes at him. "Fine, but you have to catch me first," she says and makes a bolt for the doorway, the shirt still in her hand. Merlin manages to intercept her as she tries to run past him and she squeals with laughter as he grabs her around the waist, pulling her back to him.

"Let go!" She yells, slapping at his hands as she tries to struggle free, but then he starts to tickle her and she crumples to the floor, screaming for him to stop but he doesn't. At one point, she breaks out of his grasp and makes a run for the bed, climbing onto it and holding the shirt aloft.

She laughs in triumph as he makes a grab for it and trips over the corner of the bed, almost falling flat on his face. He picks himself up and tackles her around waist, rugby style, sending them both crashing down onto the soft mattress.

"Well, this is a very promising position," Morgana notes as he leans over her.

"Indeed," Merlin agrees and gives her a fleeting kiss, one that she doesn't have time to try and deepen. He gently tugs the shirt from her hand and pulls it on over his back while she does the buttons up on the front, kissing him lightly on the lips every time one is fastened.

"Thanks," he whispers.

"You're welcome."

They both stand and she hands him a jacket.

"Have fun," she says in an amused tone.

"Oh, I will. I swear to God, if I get one more 20 year old woman coming in demanding information about Series 3 of Sherlock, I'll do something drastic," he rants and she laughs.

"See you later."

"Yep, see you," he turns to walk out of the bedroom door.

"Oh, and Merlin," she stops him to face again, because she realises that neither of them have said it yet. "I love you."

He goes back and embraces her tightly. "I love you, too."

"That's good then," she laughs. "Now...go. You don't want to be late. Again."

"Yeah," he breathes, his infectious grin nearly reaching his ears. "See you soon."

The moment she hears the front door open and then close again, she runs down the stairs, finds Aithusa on the sofa and picks her up, whirling them both around the living room. Morgana squealing in delight and Aithusa meowing loudly in protest.

"It's finally happening! He loves me! Did you hear that?" Morgana asks in a sing-song voice. Aithusa looks at her like she wants to bite her head off – well, she had been asleep, the poor cat.

"It's so wonderful!" Morgana continues, but then stops. "Do you think it's too soon? I mean, I've only just split up with Alvarr! What if Merlin thinks it's too soon?" She flumps down on the sofa, suddenly dizzy from spinning around, Aithusa still in her arms. "Aithusa, you're supposed to be answering these questions!"

The cat just stares at her like she's gone mad.

Maybe she has.

She is asking for advice from a cat.


"Wait! Don't come in yet!"

"Morgana, what..." he trails off as she rushes out to meet him at the door.

"Just wait, no, no hang on, it's probably easier if you just close your eyes," Morgana instructs and his eyes flutter closed.

"Okay, can we go in now?" Merlin asks uncertainly as he wanders about like a blind man.

"Yes, but no peeking!" She says and entwines their hands to guide him into the kitchen. He feels himself be pushed down into a chair.

"You can open them now," she says a bit dejectedly.

"Oh, wow."

She has decorated the room with dozens of candles, illuminating the whole kitchen with a yellowish glow.

I'm really sorry," Morgana says miserably.

"What? Why?"

"Well, I was trying to make this pasta and tomato thing because I wanted do something for you. You've already done so much for me and I wanted it to be special," she rambles on.

"You don't have to do that," he sighs.

"I know, but I wanted to and then..."

"And then what?"

"Are you supposed to put metal spoons in a microwave?"

"No."

"Oh, so that's why it exploded," Morgana mutters.

"Oh dear," Merlin comments and then bursts out laughing.

She looks up at him, curious. "Aren't you angry?"

"No," he chuckles, "I just find it strange that an intelligent woman such as yourself didn't know about metal in microwaves."

She allows herself to smile at her own stupidity. "It did go off with a rather loud bang."

"I'm sure it did! You weren't near it when it exploded were you?"

"No, but it still scared the life out of me."

"So, what are we eating then?"

"I can do a mean beans on toast..."

Phew, another one done. I know I don't update as often as some people but I try and keep up. Anywho! I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, because I needed something in between the last chapter and the next... *EVIL LAUGH*

Oh yes, chapter 11 will probably make you hate me XD. Can you guess?

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