Fic: 2 Orders and a Plea
Title: 2 Orders and a Plea
Genre: Romance
Characters & Pairings: Morgana/Gwen
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Nothing particular.
Summary: Gwen always does as he mistress tells her.
Disclaimer: I don’t own BBC’s Merlin.
Notes: This one is a bit of a mess as it was written whilst watching Lost and Fringe so my mind was a little distracted! I hope you enjoy it anyway, despite it’s inperfections.
It hadn’t been a spectacularly unusual day in Camelot. A strange and magical beast had attacked the city, people had panicked, Merlin had used his magic to save the day and Arthur had remained blissfully unaware. He, as always, believed that he had saved the day, completely disregarding the efforts of Merlin, Gwen and Morgana. He was not a cruel or completely egotistical but he was his father’s son and that meant that he was incredibly stubborn and (in his opinion) always right.
Though not unusual the day had been tiring. There had been lots of running about and pretending not to see Merlin’s magical assistance; there had been a trip to the forest and lots of wielding of torches and dusty old books as unlikely but effective weapons. All of this had, unsurprisingly, completely exhausted Morgana. She lay completely still on her couch, looking up at the ceiling and whishing that she had even the energy to stand and move over to her bed. She did not.
“You should rest.” She said as she turned her head slightly so she could watch Gwen as she worked.
“I’ll rest when I’m done.” Gwen said good naturedly.
“What if I ordered you to stop?”
“Then I would have to stop.” Gwen smiled, a silent challenge in her voice.
Morgana smiled impishly. “I order you to stop and come here.” Her voice was filled with a practiced authority but softened by the thought of the person to whom it was directed.
Gwen did as she was told; folding the cloth she had been embroidering and leaving it to bend down beside Morgana.
“Happy now?” Gwen asked, a hint of amusement in her voice at being ordered to stop work to be at Morgana’s side.
“You responding to orders is a new and interesting development. You haven’t done that for a while.” Morgana laughed, lacing her fingers with Gwen’s.
“I’m your servant.” Gwen reasoned. “I have to do as you say.”
“Don’t say that word.” Morgana shook her head. “You are not my servant.”
“I like being your servant.” Gwen said. “I could find no better job.”
“You shouldn’t have to work.”
“That’s what people do, we work.” Gwen laughed lightly.
“You should be the one in the fine gowns and rich broaches.” Morgana said absent-mindedly.
“Then there would be no one to put you in your gowns and we can’t have that.”
“Would you do anything I ordered you to?” Morgan asked, seeming to have forgotten the conversation they were in the midst of.
“Of course my lady.” Gwen nodded in a kind of reverence that seemed to go hand in hand with such utterances.
“Then I order you to live as you please, to love whomever you please and to be wherever you please. I want you to have everything Uther denies me; it would make me very happy.”Morgana pulled their joined hands up to her mouth so that she could kiss Gwen’s knuckles. It wasn’t an uncommon gesture, Morgana was an affectionate woman and despite their class differences Morgana often treated her as a friend, a tactile friend at that.
“I think you had too much wine at dinner.”
“I mean it.” Morgana was resolute, something Gwen had learnt not to dispute. “Where do you most want to be?”
“Here.” Gwen said, her heart racing at the audacity of her answers implications.
“In Camelot?”
“Not especially.” Gwen admitted.
“Then it’s a person you want to be with?” Morgan smirked. “You’ve been keeping a secret from me, Gwen, Who is it?”
“I dare not say.” Gwen hung her head, embarrassed at her immanent revelation.
“What if I order you to?” Morgana’s voice was no longer amused but calmly serious, if a little out of breath. “At least tell me where I can find them and warn them that they will have to answer to me if they hurt you?”
“The lake,” Gwen looked up to meet Morgana’s eyes. “look into the water and you will see.”
“Me?” Morgana asked, her chest rising and falling in rapid succession.
Gwen nodded. “I know it’s terribly inappropriate and you must want to send me away. I’m sorry my lady.” Her words were hurried and Morgana had to focus all her attention on then so as not to get lost.
“I did order you to be free to love as you desired.” Morgana hushed, noticing that though Gwen had sat back, their hands were still firmly clasped. A sudden wave of self consciousness and doubt gripped at Morgana. “Not that I am presuming that you...”
“I do.” Gwen said tenderly. “Love you that is.”
“Kiss me.” Morgana breathed.
“Is that an order?” Gwen’s confidence grew as Morgana’s failed.
Morgana shook her head. “Never.”
With this simple word a rush of electricity shot through Gwen and she leant down to kiss Morgana. Their lips met fiercely as their hands parted and Morgana grabbed at any part of Gwen that she could, pulling the smaller girl up and on top of her.
When Arthur strolled into the room an hour later he saw something that would be burned into his mind as long as he lived, despite his wishes to the contrary. He was in and out without being noticed but one thing was for sure: He would never underestimate Morgana again. Perhaps He and she were not so different afterall.