Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin, it belongs to BBC.

This chapter isn't exactly funny, but there's romance a little joke somewhere and Uther X Morgana drama.

Chapter 11

"I love you" Merlin said, still lightheaded from the kiss and with his eyes closed. Only when the words left his mouth, he opened his eyes and was graced with the sight of a giggling Morgana. He smiled at her and she gently gave him a peck and said:

"Really? I love you too!" She smiled at him and his face was plastered with a silly grin that he wasn't able to undo, because that was the effect she had upon him, she'd make him so happy that he'd smile for hours and his cheeks would hurt from all the times he laughed or grinned at her presence. Apparently, he wasn't the only one with that reaction, as he noticed that her expression matched his, so for a while they just laughed while still holding on the other's arms.

"I must be dreaming, this is too good to be real" Merlin was the first to speak, breaking their trance. She kissed him passionately and fully embraced his torso. He was taken by surprise by her action and, for a moment, didn't respond to her advances, but soon enough he kissed her back and placed his arms at her waist.

Then, she slowed down the kiss, using her hand to caress his face. He hummed, enjoying every touch, her smell, the sensation of her mouth upon his and the movements she made with her tongue (it was so good that it was as if no other thing existed in the entire world but the two of them, it was making him lazy in her arms and at the same time brought a heat both to his chest and his nether regions). Basically, he was drowning in her and he'd give an arm for that moment to last an eternity.

When she slight moved her head away from his, parting their lips, yet still keeping her proximity, touching their foreheads and with their breath mingling before them, she spoke:

"Did this feel like a dream?" She inquired, searching his eyes.

"Completely." He said softly and added: "It was surreal and I'm afraid that I'm addicted to the sensation." He wickedly grinned at her.

"What a coincidence." She replied, chuckling, and elaborated more: "That's exactly how I felt too."

"Then" He rested both his hands on her face as he spoke: "Shall we indulge ourselves in this dream?"

"As you desire, my love." She let her hand slide to his chest and used her other hand to grab his hair and to decrease the distance that kept their mouths apart, smiling when their lips joined.

At the beginning, the kiss was gentle with Morgana taking her time to explore every corner of his mouth. He matched her motions and she purred into his lips. At that moment, he felt that he was precious to her as every caress that she gave him was filled with care and tenderness. Then, her touches grew more desperate and he felt her hunger for him, he couldn't help but want her in the same intensity, so his hands began to explore her upper body – with the exception of her bosom –, and both of them did their best to diminish every inch of the offensive distance between their bodies. Even though it was a chilly night, they felt as if their bodies was on fire due to their proximity.

Merlin was sure that by now she was completely aware of the bulge in his pants pressing against her, but he was too lost in the inebriating sensation of her kiss to be ashamed.

When they finally parted their lips in need for air, resting their foreheads, he glanced at her eyes at saw that they were darker than usual, yet he couldn't point out why.

"Merlin" She said with a sultry voice that send a jolt directly to his manhood.

He noticed that if they kept their activities, he'd end up dishonoring her once more, only this time he'd remember, so he reluctantly disentangled himself from her. She whined, but that didn't stop him.

"I …" He stammered with his words, turning to face the wall instead of her and continued: "We … it's too soon to …" He lost his speech, unable to convene in words what he wanted to say.

"What are you saying, Merlin? That we should go any further?" She completed the phrase for him.

"Yes, exactly that!" He exclaimed.

"You are aware that we have already done it, aren't you?" She inquired, taking his hand and placing it atop her belly and then she said:

"Here is the proof."

"I … it's not like I don't know that." He retorted and added: "It's just … I don't want to rush things … I mean … I want to do this correctly, knowing you better and courting you first." He said the last sentence locking his eyes on hers, and Morgana couldn't help it but think that he was adorable.

"You're such a gentleman, Merlin." She told him and caressed his cheeks.

"Do you agree?" Being hopeful, he asked her.

"I think that the order is already messed up –" He pouted and she smiled, thinking he was lovely when pouting, then she continued speaking: "but I'll respect your wishes." She gave him a soft peck on the lips and he grinned in a goofy way.

He attempted to return the favor, but he closed his eyes too soon and ended up kissing her nose instead.

He found it strange that her mouth had gotten so smaller in that short amount of time, until a chuckling Morgana said:

"Merlin, that's my nose."

"Oh, yeah, right, I knew that." He fumbled with his words.

"Humrum." She replied, grabbed his neck and joined their lips together, still smiling.

Maybe he'd have to learn where her body parts where, so he wouldn't make a fool of himself. Yet, she wasn't complaining, nor treating him like an idiot for that silly mistake, so he ended up forgetting he was supposed to do something else and just enjoyed her embrace.

"I'm here for your report, Morgana." Uther told her after he stopped near her bed, where his daughter was still laying, as he had waken her up when he spoke with her.

She settled her back against the headboard, yawning and said:

"Isn't it too soon for that? Not even Gwen arrived yet." She drowsily replied.

"That's exactly why I'm here now. Your lessons are a secret, Morgana, the less people now about them, the better."

"The lessons aren't exactly a secret, only the subject studied is." She pointed out.

"Don't try to change the subject, just give me your report." He said in a commanding tone of voice.

"Fine, Gaius came here for the second night and talked to me about the theory of control over innate powers. In short, as long as I have a good concentration and keep my emotions checked and peaceful, I'm able to at least avoid unwanted uses of power."

"You mean sorcery." The king corrected her.

"Whatever you may call it." She said it with a challenging tone and Uther protested:

"Watch your tone, Morgana." He warned her and continued speaking: "Only because I allow you to control your curse it doesn't mean that sorcery is less outlawed here in Camelot."

"Yet here we are, having a nice chat about my progress in magical studies." She said sarcastically.

"Morgana!" The king was clearly exalted when he warned his daughter.

"I'm not someone else because I have magic! I'm still the same, I'm not evil or corrupted by it, Uther. You're wrong in your prejudice against it, my lord!" She exclaimed.

"You haven't changed because it isn't yours! It's part of the curse! And I won't let magic corrupt you, that's why I'll accompany your progress, to save you from yourself, Morgana." Uther replied, frowning.

"And what if it isn't something that can be cured? What if I keep having magic for the rest of my life, as part of who I am?" She questioned him, and her sane part, that was finally awaking (Morgana always took a while to be fully awake and not say the first thing that came in her mind during the mornings, the difference was that generally it was Gwen the one that heard he unfiltered words) realized that she had practically begged for the king to condemn her to death by the pyre, as it was the most popular sentence for witches.

Uther was shocked with her question; nevertheless, he answered her with a stern voice:

"That won't happen, Morgana, because I'll find a cure, even if I have to search for it in the world's end!" He exclaimed.

"But –" She tried to retort, but was interrupted by him.

"If that doesn't happen, I know I can trust you to do the right thing, that is abstaining yourself from delving in that disgusting activity, much like Gaius." The king stated, seriously.

"I …" She said hesitantly, finding her courage before saying: "I don't that magic is disgusting, nor it is evil. It just is, it depends on its user to either be good or bad."

"Morgana! What you're saying is treason!" He was visibly enraged with her remark, he was flaring his nostrils when he spoke. "And for that, you'll remain in your chambers for an entire week! And without your lessons!"

"My king that's completely unfair!" She protested.

"If you weren't in your condition you'd be restrained by now, learning to respect and obey me in a damp cell!" He snorted at her.

"Respect and obedience isn't something you gain by force, you must earn it! And the more you behave like that the less you prove yourself worth of it!" She snapped.

"Quiet, child! You know nothing of the world! All I do is to protect you from its dangers, even if I have to protect you from your own thoughts!" He roared at her.

"No, you don't want to protect me, you just want to turn me into a copy of you, but I'll never become like you!" She countered.

"Quiet or I won't allow your maid to attend you! I'll assign another servant and dismiss her!" He threatened.

"You're a despicable man!" She exclaimed.

"I'm your king, watch your tongue or your maid will suffer the consequences." He said with clenched teeth.

Morgana was huffing with anger when she answered: "Yes, my lord."

"You'll remain in your chambers until you don't have more of those foolish thoughts, are we clear?"

"Yes, my lord." She replied, clearly restraining herself not to scream at him and worsen the situation.

"Good." That was all the king said when he left her bedchambers.

After that one week, there was the unicorn incident. Morgana had been irritated the entire week, as she couldn't see Merlin during that time. Arthur had been even more of a prat, making fun of everything his manservant did, saying that without Morgana he had more budding time with the warlock.

When the water and food curse fell upon Camelot, Merlin was really concerned about his love, as it wasn't good for a pregnant woman to be deprived of the proper nourishment, except that no one actually had any food with them.

So, when Gwen and Morgana were distributing bread for the famished villagers, Merlin asked Guinevere to keep some food for the lady, to what Gwen replied that the king had already made sure that her ladyship didn't skip any meal.

Later on, when he was giving her lessons about magic again, Merlin asked Morgana about it and she said that Uther truly didn't let her feel hunger. She even told him that the king probably gave her his own food, as his stomach grumbled when he placed the last plate on her table.