I'm Yours
Title: I'm Yours (2/2)
Fandom: Merlin!Modern AU/Silent Witness
Characters/Pairings: Morgana/Nikki
Rating: R
Word Count: ~6,800
Summary: Wedding bells are in the air...
Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin or Silent Witness, this is purely for entertainment purposes.
A smile curved shyly over Nikki’s lips as she dipped her head to hide her blush. The movement made her new fringe fall before her eyes to catch the light, glittering like pale spun gold. She shook her head slightly to banish it, unused to it being permanently in her line of vision.
Around her, the whole room was alive with glistening stars that flickered through the circle of people surrounding them. They were in a large, ivory gazebo with open sides that looked out onto the twilight garden, in which Morgan had crept around after the wild rabbits, enchanted by them, whilst the adults dined. He was asleep on two pushed-together chairs by 8pm, his fluffy black hair crushed beneath him like a pillow. Undoubtedly dreaming of rabbits, he slept through the festivities.
Above the dance floor were three chandeliers, all of them almost 200 years old and theirs - a wedding present from Morgana’s board members. It seemed they wanted to make up for their wayward colleague and, being filthy rich, they had done it with gold and crystal. Nikki wasn’t complaining, the reflections were adding to the starry atmosphere and she was sure that they would look good in their new house when they finally moved in. One in the dining room and one in the library, she thought. Or perhaps one in the kitchen? They spent half their lives in the kitchen.
The tart taste of champagne was still fresh on her tongue and the warm buzz of alcohol was running through her veins, making her giddy as Morgana led her around the floor in a smooth dance that she had evidently being taking lessons to perfect. Morgana’s dance skills previously had been remarkably like Harry’s - awkward with a dash of headbanging.
“They seem to be enjoying the show,” Morgana whispered to her, kissing the shell of Nikki’s ear so softly that shivers ran down her spine.
“I hadn’t even noticed they were there,” Nikki lied. She knew her flush was giving away her embarrassment but Morgana would never call her out on her moment of insecurity. She felt it too. Nikki could see it in the wideness of her eyes and the trembling tension of her abdominal muscles where they were pressed close together.
Morgana smiled that charming way she sometimes did and drew her into another kiss, sealing the moment in Nikki’s memory forever as the one she realised that she was perfectly and completely happy for the first time in her life.
“I love you,” she murmured, shivering with the knowledge that not even those words could ever be enough to express how deeply and fully her feelings ran for Morgana.
Before her wife could reply, the music soared and other couples suddenly appeared beside them on the floor, dancing honey-slow around them, swiftly all in worlds of their own.
“I love you too,” Morgana whispered in her ear, kissing her cheek before pulling back to kiss her properly. They both gave up on dancing then, letting the rest of the world whirl around them as they fell into each other and bloomed.
…
“I can’t believe it,” Nikki murmured, her forehead leaning against Morgana’s, their lips barely touching. Her fingers traced over the ring on Morgana’s finger and she smiled when it clinked against her own.
“Neither can I,” Morgana agreed, her voice a dreamy whisper as she entwined her fingers with Nikki’s.
They were in their bridal car on their way home, the night’s festivities over and their flights to wherever it was they were going not leaving until the following evening. Morgana had arranged it that way purposefully. She had wanted to come home with her wife to their new house and not go to sleep in their own bed -the bed that they first slept together in, in Morgana’s old house.
And not sleeping was definitely on the cards. Nikki still hadn’t seen what she was wearing under her bridal dress. The lace had been itching her all day, but it would be more than worth it to see Nikki’s reaction. It had been bloody hard tying the bow by herself but it wasn’t like she could have asked Arthur or Gwen for help her with it. With Arthur, both of them would have died of embarrassment. Gwen would have... Well, she and Gwen had come pretty far since their last kiss the day Morgan was born, but they weren’t quite that firmly platonic that it wouldn’t have been awkward or possibly disastrous. Nikki, it turned out, had a bit of a jealous streak. Something to do with a bad patch Leo and Janet had gone through just before Morgana met them.
“In some ways it seems like only yesterday that you kissed me in that bar,” Morgana continued. “But at the same time it feels like we’ve always been together. I can’t imagine life without you anymore.”
Nikki smiled and brushed her lips against Morgana’s. “Me neither.”
“And I can’t help but wonder why you did it and what would have happened if you hadn’t,” Morgana continued quietly.
“Did what?” Nikki asked, frowning as she pulled away enough to take in Morgana pensive expression properly.
“Kiss me,” Morgana sighed, as if she wished she had never mentioned it.
Nikki’s frown softened. That was an easy answer. “I kissed you because I had never felt anything like that before. There was this… thing about you. It’s a cliché, I know, but I was like a moth to the flame. I couldn’t help but want more and know more and see more and be closer. I thought that if I didn’t kiss you, I would burst. And I couldn’t have cared less about the consequences. They never even crossed my mind.”
“You never thought that I might have done it, killed Uther?” Morgana asked. She had asked it before but she hadn’t known Nikki half as well back then.
“Not even for a moment, Morgana,” Nikki swore, squeezing her hand. “So don’t ever think that. No one who knew you could have believed it and I, who had only just met you, could see it as clear as day that you loved him far too much for that. You are far too good a person to have ever contemplated something so cold and calculated.” She took a breath, trying to find the words to soothe any of Morgana’s lingering doubts. “Sometimes the police want to wrap up a case quickly and they go for the obvious person because it’s easier and, well, more obvious. A jury is far more likely to convict a troublesome step daughter. I can’t count the number of husbands or wives I have seen the police put through hell because statistically speaking, they are the most likely to have done it and more likely to be sentenced. I wasn’t a reflection on you. It was a reflection on them.”
“We would never have met if it wasn’t for my step-father’s death,” Morgana said quietly. The thought had haunted her in the months after the case had been wrapped up. How could she not be thankful for the circumstances that brought them together? And how could she not hate them for taking away the man who had been her father for as long as she could remember?
“No,” Nikki said quite certainly, “we would have. I was never one for fate, but this -” She kissed the back of Morgana’s hand “- this is fate.”
The car came to a gentle stop.
“Come on,” Morgana said, her eyes brightening, “I have a surprise for you.”
Only then did Nikki realise that they weren’t at their flat, but at their new house. The last time she had been inside, the workmen were still finishing the loft conversion and Morgana had been covered in paint in her frankly disastrous attempt to paint the hall ceiling.
“But it isn’t finished,” she protested. She didn’t want to spend her wedding night on the unsanded hardwood floor.
“Yes it is,” Morgana grinned, grasping her hand and pulling her out the car door.
…
If her dress hadn’t been so long, Morgana was sure that she would have run from the taxi, pulling Nikki along after her like a giggling schoolgirl. Instead, they inched slowly up the rain-slickened path, Morgana clinging tightly to her wife as her heels slipped and skidded with every step, her whole body bubbling over with nerves and excitement. When she turned the key in the lock, she shivered. There was no going back now. Nikki would either be thrilled or really, really pissed off.
“Surprise,” she whispered into the silence, flicking on the lights.
From the hallway, Nikki could see that the once empty house was now filled with their things - the things from the flat that had originally been just hers, the things from Morgana’s house and the things they had bought together to inhabit their new life, all of it mixed in concert.
“You don’t hate it, do you?” Morgana asked insecurely, the way she got when she was trying to please Nikki or her family. She tried so hard, had ever since her mother died from what Arthur said.
In answer, Nikki kissed her lingeringly, whispering, “I love it. Give me a tour?”
Morgana’s smile was more than enough to make up for not being able to fit out their house together. She could always move things around a week or so after they got back from honeymoon. That should be enough time to stroke Morgana’s ego. Or at least stop her from making that puppy face when Nikki inevitably shifted things about. And besides, she did smile adoringly at her throughout that tour. She hadn’t even done that bad a job. Though it was a bit… Morgana.
By the third room, they were paying more attention to each other than the furnishings. By the fifth, Nikki was tugging Morgana in the direction of the bedroom.
“Not yet,” Morgana said, breaking off the kiss and giggling at Nikki’s disappointed frown. “I have another treat for you first.”
“I would rather have you,” Nikki purred, smiling slyly.
“And you will,” Morgana assured her, leading her into the kitchen and sitting her at their ‘new’ dining room table - a wrought iron thing full of jutting angles that Morgana’s father had made. It was beautiful, if a little scary. The kitchen would definitely be out of bounds when Morgan came to stay.
“We need a toast,” Morgana said a little stiffly, before producing an obscenely expensive bottle of champagne - the vintage of the year of Nikki’s birth - and poured them both a glass. When Nikki finally gave up her pouting, she relaxed.
“To our new home,” Nikki smiled, raising her glass and clinking it against Morgana’s. “And to my beautiful wife, who really needs to stop with the grand romantic gestures. It’s putting me to shame. Especially when I would really rather be finding out what you’re wearing under your wedding dress.”
Morgana blushed. “I like doing it.” She smiled. “Besides, I’ve barely started. And there will be plenty of time for christening the new house, believe me.”
Laughing, Nikki pulled her down for a kiss. “You’d better get on with it then,” she whispered, nipping at Morgana’s lip as she stepped away.
She watched as Morgana began to pull out ingredients from the cupboards and fridge. It only took her a moment to realise what she was up to.
“You’re making me a chocolate fondant at 1.30am?” she asked with a giggle, taking a sip of her champagne. It wasn’t the best she had tasted but the thought that had gone into it made it taste sweet enough.
“Not just normal chocolate fondant - which, I would like to point out, I cooked for our first date, making this terribly romantic of me - but salted chocolate fondant,” Morgana answered, her back to Nikki as she turned on the hob. “And I do believe that’s your newfound favourite kind of chocolate.”
Nikki licked her lips. There was something delicious about Morgana buttering ramekins in her wedding dress. In fact, if she didn’t distract herself quickly, Morgana’s fondants wouldn’t even make it into the oven.
“How exactly did you manage all of this furnishing? There’s no way you could have done it all last night.” That should do it. A nice chat about logistics. There was no way that could lead to her pushing Morgana up against the fridge.
“Magic,” Morgana answered nonchalantly, stirring the chocolate in the bain-marie and kicking off her heels.
Or maybe it could. Innocuous sounding conversations often did with Morgana. A nice chat about the customer service hotlines at Invitrogen vs. Lonza had quickly deteriorated into sex on the coffee table the Sunday prior.
“Ha ha,” Nikki said, trying to sound droll. She crossed her legs and took another sip of champagne. “How did you really do it?”
Morgana turned around and winked. “With the power of science.”
Nikki looked at her dubiously. God, she had married the world’s biggest geek.
“Everything but the stuff from our flat has been in here for a week,” Morgana admitted casually, her attention back on the chocolate mixture. She spooned it carefully into a disposable piping bag and twisted the remaining bag until the chocolate mixture was tightly packed at the nozzle. It wasn’t strictly necessary to pipe the mixture into the pudding, moulds but it was neater. Naturally, that made the step perfectly necessary for Morgana. “The rest of the stuff came in last night and this morning,” Morgana continued distractedly. With just the right amount of pressure and a healthy amount of concentration - the kind that made her tongue peep out from between her lips and her eyes narrow - she piped the mixture into the moulds. When she was done, she leant back to appraise them proudly. “Arthur helped. A bit.”
An unconscious smile rose to Nikki’s lips.
“I haven’t said ‘thank you’ for this yet, have I?” She pushed herself up and out of her chair, and crossed to where Morgana was standing, just having struggled to place the fondants in the oven in her tight dress. Sighing happily, Nikki wrapped her arms around Morgana’s waist and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder. “Thank you. It was a lovely idea. It is a lovely idea. It’s perfect. I love it.”
“I’ve even had the heating on since early this morning to make sure it wasn’t cold,” Morgana added, hoping for extra credit. With a deep, rich laugh, Nikki trailed her lips up Morgana’s neck, pausing when she reached her ear.
“Oh, don’t worry,” she whispered roguishly, letting her hands wander down to Morgana’s hips. “You’ll get your reward.”
When Morgana simply slipped form her embrace and crossed the kitchen, Nikki’s mouth fell open in silent protest.
“Not until you’ve eaten the chocolate fondant,” Morgana dictated from the fridge. At Nikki’s indignant gasp, she added, “Now, be a good girl and go and sit down.”
Too shocked to object, Nikki sat back down at the table and crossed her legs primly. She wasn’t really annoyed, just a bit piqued that she wasn’t currently the sole focus of Morgana’s attention. Well, not directly anyway. Then again, she couldn’t even begin to imagine all the thought that Morgana had put into the wedding and the honeymoon. She herself hadn’t lifted a finger. All she had done was pick what kind of flowers she wanted, shopped for her dress and the chosen the venue. Morgana was responsible for every other perfect detail. Nikki could see why she wouldn’t want her plans ruined by wandering hands, no matter how pleasurable as those hands promised to make the experience.
“What time do we fly out tomorrow?” Nikki asked, trying to change the subject and perhaps gain some sort of unintentional clue as to their destination. She was getting dangerously close to pouncing on Morgana again.
“Six thirty,” Morgana informed her once she was done blending the raspberries and sugar and had retrieved the fondants from the oven. “We don’t need to check in but we should still get there for around five at the latest.”
Woe betide Morgana be anything other than pathologically early for everything.
“And before you ask: yes, I have chartered a private plane. And no, you can’t protest because it’s our honeymoon and if I can’t spend money on you now, then when can I.”
Ignoring Nikki’s muted complaints, Morgana turned out the fondants onto a single plate, drizzling the raspberry coulis over them and sifting a light coating of icing sugar on top. She knew that the moment Nikki tasted them, she would forget about her little extravagance with the plane. Not that the plane was the most expensive thing about the wedding. Not by a long shot. Nikki would kill her if she ever found the venue refurbishment bill. Or the one for the honeymoon accommodation.
“Never mind the plane,” she said, hitching up her dress just enough to perch herself in front of Nikki on the table, careful not to drop the plate and two spoons. Splitting the first fondant open with one of the spoons, she scooped up some of its molten heart and offered it to Nikki. “Taste this and I promise you will forgive me the plane.”
Fixing her eyes on Morgana’s, Nikki made a show of slowly parting her lips sucking the rich, salty chocolate from the spoon, licking off every last smear. A throaty involuntary moan slipped from her parted lips and she shivered, her eyes fluttering closed. Damn Morgana and her perfect cooking.
Half way through the first pudding, Nikki decided that the salty-sweet centre of fondant tasted even better on Morgana’s tongue, and the plate was quickly discarded in favour of moving to the bedroom. Once inside, Morgana shut the door and leaned back against it, dropped Nikki’s hand and looked at her expectantly.
“I remember you saying something about a reward?” she reminded her, smiling wickedly. “Strip.”
Without breaking eye contact, Nikki reached back and drew the zipper down teasingly slow and echoing loud in the silence of their bedroom. When she reached the bottom, she bit her lip and shrugged her shoulders, letting her dress slip off her shoulders and onto the hardwood floor, baring the dainty ivory and violet lingerie underneath. She smiled at the hungry look in Morgana’s eyes, a shiver running through her. She knew just what Morgana liked on her, what would make her heart quicken and her kisses just that little bit rougher. Before Morgana, she had never really known what it was like to be desired that way, the way that Morgana desired her. The few long term relationships she had had over the years had all turned passionless fairly quickly. With Morgana, the lust hadn’t even begun to wane and the feeling of Morgana looking at her that way was just as devastating as it had been that first night.
“Your turn,” she whispered, walking provocatively towards Morgana, her high heels giving her the height advantage for once.
Morgana shook her head and turned, pulling back her hair to reveal the intricate lacing holding her dress together. “This is a present you will have to unwrap yourself.”
Her mouth dry, Nikki stepped forward and pressed her lips to the pale skin at the back of Morgana’s neck, tugging on the ties, loosening them bit by bit until she could slip her hands underneath the silk and pry it apart and off. What she saw underneath made her breath catch. Morgana had never been a sports bra and boxer briefs kind of girl - there was always some combination of silk and lace underneath her skinny jeans and Clash t-shirts, a beautiful contrast - but what she had been wearing under her wedding dress was something else entirely. Nikki hadn’t been able to tell that beneath Morgana’s long white dress had been almost sheer brown stockings. She had definitely not been able to tell that said stockings were finished with a wide band of matching lace above her knees and were held up by the most mouth-wateringly sexy suspender belt that Nikki had ever seen. Not that she had really been that much of an expert in lingerie until she had met Morgana or that she had ever seen Morgana wear a suspender belt before. But this one, she was sure, was the hottest in existence, if only for the way it stood out against Morgana’s sun-hidden skin and the way that the straps were just that little bit too tight over her bare curves.
She opened her mouth to swear but nothing came out. Not a sound.
Unbidden, her hands reached out to trail up the back of Morgana’s things and upwards still to cup her barely clothed arse. All that hid the flawless skin were the straps of her suspender belt and the thinnest line of her lace briefs peeking out from beneath the suspender belt that hugged her hips. Intoxicated, she had run her hands up still, over the belt and up her sides, finding no clasp at the back of Morgana’s beautiful, earthy-brown and emerald-green strapless bra.
“Turn around,” she whispered breathily into Morgana’s ear, unable to again resist running her hands over the silky smooth pale skin exposed to her for the first time in what felt like a lifetime. A night apart and the following nuptials had inflamed her already healthy libido.
Morgana turned and brought Nikki’s hands up to the delicate bow at her bra’s bridge. A single tug was all that was needed to undo the elasticated bow and the bra both, letting it fall to join the dress on the floor and leaving Morgana naked above the waist. Nikki’s knees almost gave way.
Unable to resist, Nikki took a step closer and slid one hand up over her toned stomach to her breasts, the other pulling her close, as she breathed, “Oh, you win. You definitely, definitely win.”
“I wasn’t aware there had been a competition,” Morgana whispered sultrily, sliding her hands into Nikki’s briefs and digging in her short black nails.
Nikki gasped for the breath that had just been stolen from her lungs and lifted her head from Morgana’s shoulder to meet her in a desperate kiss.
“Looking at you, there never was,” Nikki muttered, nipping at Morgana’s bottom lip. Her head fell back and she almost lost her balance as Morgana began kissing her way along her jaw, simultaneously ridding Nikki of her briefs.
“Only because you can’t hear the thoughts your little outfit has set running through my mind,” Morgana whispered hotly against her ear. “But don’t worry, I plan to reenact each and every one of them in graphic detail.”
At her words, Nikki’s eyes fluttered closed and she forgot how to breathe.
***
“Will it do then?” Morgana asked, her voice as soft as the sea breeze that was blowing her inky black hair, loose to beyond her shoulders.
She knew it would do. It would do for anyone. More than do.
Nikki drew off her sunglasses and gazed open-mouthed in awe. Before them was a slim, bleached white jetty jutting out from the sands on stilts over the cerulean water. It seemed to stretch endlessly before it reached an equally pale wooden cabin far out in the shallow water. Or not a cabin - those are found in woods. This was more of an… an igloo. A big wooden igloo that was three floors high with a thatched at the roof and decking surrounding it. Okay, so maybe not an igloo either. It was something out of a romance novel or the glossy pages of a travel brochure, the photo they put on the cover and to which nothing else inside could ever live up to. A beautiful fantasy come to life.
“It’s…” she didn’t know what to say. It was one of the most unreal things she had ever seen. “It’s beautiful.”
The receptionist had assured them that their bags were already in the ‘hut’ - that was what they had called it at reception, a ‘hut’, not that it looked like one of those either - and that a breakfast spread had been laid out for them inside. From the name, Nikki had expected a little shack by the beach. She had almost been ready to whip out Morgana’s credit card and get them changed to one of the white marble villas near the reception. She couldn’t believe that Morgana had brought her all the way to Thailand to stay in a hut. Now that she had seen it, she was sure that this was indeed the most expensive apartment in the complex. That she had ever doubted it seemed absurd - how could she have ever envisaged Morgana settling for less than the best?
As if making up for the sedate walk up the path of the night - or was it two nights? - before, they ran down the sturdy little jetty hand in hand, Morgana tugging her almost faster than she could manage in flip flops. At the end of the jetty was a little red door with the words ‘honeymoon suite’ picked out in gold letters. Beneath it an envelope addressed to ‘The Laffertys’ was tacked onto the wood. Nikki pulled it free, took out the letter inside and began to read it aloud.
“’Nikki and Morgana,’” she began. “’We couldn’t decide what we ought to get you for a wedding present. Arthur suggested excursions on your honeymoon. Gwen shot that idea down straight away. Janet suggested upgrading your plane tickets as a surprise, but they were already First Class Premium seats. Harry suggested several things which won’t be listed here seeing as Leo is the one typing it and he is not saving a document containing those words on the university network. Morgan suggested a puppy but we think Arthur was behind this suggestion and it had to be explained to him that we couldn’t leave a puppy in your apartment in a foreign country because of quarantine etc. Gwen’s proposal was to leave a selection of your favourite foods in a hamper in the apartment, but then she saw the room service menu and withdrew her suggestion. Leo - that’s me - came up with the winning idea. We have added a little diversion of sorts onto your journey home. You won’t be flying back to London via Hong Kong, but instead via Johannesburg for a week! We have a booked a lovely hotel and have left vouchers to let you decide on the excursions - which surely you must want to do by then.’ And it’s signed: ‘Lots of love, Arthur, Gwen, Harry, Janet, Leo and Morgan.’”
Morgana was grinning.
“You knew about this, didn’t you?” Nikki asked, slightly embarrassed at the thought of whatever it was that Leo had refused to record in the letter. She would be having words with Harry when they got home. “I can see it in your smug expression. You always look so smug when you think you’ve managed to hide something from me.”
Still smirking, Morgana turned the key in the door and pushed it open, a wall of cool air hitting them and suddenly making it easier to breathe. Before them was a dining table and chairs in the centre of a large, round room with a kitchen at one end and large French doors at the other. Many windows circled the walls, some as long as a car and others more like portholes. Light flooded in through them, making the white-washed walls and gleaming terracotta floor glow crisply.
To their left was a staircase that curved round and upwards, clinging to the wall. They took it up to the first floor, half of which was tiled with pale blue instead of terracotta and contained a large freestanding bath, couples matching sinks, an open shower and a large mirror - something that Morgana intended to make full use of at some point during their stay. The other half of the room looked to be a sort of office with a desk, a telephone, various menus, instruction manuals and excursion leaflets. Morgana was determined to go on at least one. She had never been to Thailand before and wanted to do a little bit of culture spotting. That had always been Gwen’s ideal holiday when they were younger. She dragged Morgana to every church, temple and museum no matter where they went. Morgana hadn’t been able to understand the fascination at the time, but now she regretted not paying attention when they went on the tour of Ellis Island or walked around St. Petersburg. She wasn’t about to give up the chance of trying real Thai street food.
Again, Nikki set off up the stairs and Morgana followed her up to the next and last floor.
As you would expect of a honeymoon suite, the centre of the room was taken up by what was possibly the largest bed either of them had ever seen. It was carved from the same pale white wood as the jetty and walls and was draped with white silk and fine cotton sheets. At its foot was a large flat screen TV that would disappear into the wooden bed-end at the push of a button, making Morgana wonder how long their marriage would last if she tried to craftily watch that week’s Doctor Who. At one side of the circular room a small living room had been set up around a coffee table stacked with the bag of books Morgana had bought at the airport. The chairs were big and comfy looking, more than spacious enough for Morgana to pull Nikki onto her knee for them both to flick through the menus and brochures. Opposite all of this was another set of doors leading out onto a balcony where there was a smaller set of table and chairs. It was on that table that breakfast had been laid out for them and so there they headed for first.
After a decadent breakfast and many honey-tasting kisses, they slept. The time difference had taken its toll. As far as their internal clocks were concerned, it was 4am not 10am and they hadn’t exactly gotten any sleep the night before either. They woke up as the sun was setting and ordered dinner from the exquisite priceless menu and Morgana got to have Nikki curled up on her knee whilst they waited. Dinner was certain to be exquisitely expensive. Not that Nikki minded. Morgana’s company had just gotten NICE approval for a new flu vaccine and they had already made twice their annual revenue in three months. They could more than afford to spend as much as they damn well pleased on this honeymoon and, for once, Nikki would not be wincing with every flash of Morgana’s credit card. At least probably not. She probably shouldn’t be around when the time came for Morgana to pay their tab at reception when they checked out.
Dinner came on a boat and again they ate at the little table on the balcony instead of at the dining table. The view was spectacular and it was within stumbling distance of the bed so Nikki didn’t mind eating in her underwear. They retired to bed again after a bottle of wine and Nikki spent the next few hours hoping that, as it appeared, there really was no one around to hear them.
“This is so surreal,” Nikki whispered, shivers of sensation still washing over her like the sea that lapped quietly all around them. “I can’t believe that we’re really here in this paradise and that you’re really my wife and that I’m yours. It feels far too good to be true.”
Morgana laughed lightly and ran her hands down Nikki’s sides, joining them at the small of her back, pulling her closer. “It is, but it’s true anyway.”
“It feels like we’re in our own little world here,” Nikki continued. “No one around for miles.”
“And excellent WiFi to boot. I, for one, am pretty damn satisfied,” Morgana said only half teasingly. One of the first things she had done was line up her phone, her ipod and her laptop, and set up the complementary internet access. She had claimed it was in case of an emergency as they couldn’t expect people to phone them on anything other than Skype when they were that far away from home. They got an email through during dinner from Gwen with a drawing that Morgan had done of them in their dresses. Nikki had gotten a damn good view when Morgana had stood on the desk in her underwear to pin it up in the little office next to an actual wedding photo, courtesy of Janet, of the two of them kissing under the ivy covered arch. Morgana was going to put it on her desk at work, not that she would ever let Nikki find out.
Nikki pinched her side for mentioning the WiFi, and then kissed her. “I love you, Morgana Lafferty, even though you are a geek.”
“And I love you, Nikki Lafferty, even though you were mad enough to marry me,” Morgana whispered back, lips taut with a smile when Nikki kissed her again, deepening it. She was literally powerless to resist her.
***
They got up at 8am the next day to swim before the sun got too hot. Morgana was the first in, diving right off the side of their wooden patio and into the azure water. Nikki sat on the side with her feet in the sea and watched Morgana use her goggles to explore the underwater world around them. She looked endlessly adorable and Nikki had to bite her lip to stop herself from laughing when she bobbed back up to the surface with a shiny pink shell. There was a crab inside, which appeared for the first time when it hit fresh air, making Morgana scream and drop it.
Nikki slipped into the water then to console and tease her in equal amounts. Morgana, not amused by the whole situation, pushed Nikki under the water and swam away before she could resurface. They played this game for more than an hour, kissing and touching increasingly intimately whenever they caught each other. The game ended when Morgana, having caught Nikki, guided them underneath the patio, pressing her wife up against one of the wooden stilts. Nikki gasped and the soft sound echoed around them, reverberating between wood and water. Every noise they made would be amplified a hundred times.
Without her noticing, Morgana tugged loose the two bows holding Nikki’s white halter neck bikini together at the back. A little wave stole it from her completely, letting Morgana gaze down appreciatively at her heaving breasts, saltwater lapping over them. She brought her hands up from Nikki’s sides and covered them slowly, swiping her thumbs over Nikki’s nipples and making her whimper, pinching them gently and then a little harder, nipping Nikki’s tongue in time with her fingers, palming her rougher and rougher until Nikki whimpered with every touch.
“Ever had sex in the sea before, all salty wet?” Morgana whispered hotly in her ear, her short nails punctuating her question. Nikki shook her head. She could never speak when Morgana was touching her. It rendered her utterly dumb. “Then it’s time I educated you.”
Leaving Nikki’s breasts for the waves to wash up against, keeping the sensations flowing, Morgana slid her hand inside the bottoms of Nikki’s bikini. She was wet from more than just the sea.
Nikki breathed heavily, pulling ineffectually at Morgana’s bikini top - dark purple striped with black. Morgana laughed and unclasped it for her, tossing it away and moving closer so that their breasts pressed together, nipples brushing to send tingles down their spines.
Before returning her attention to between Nikki’s legs, Morgana brought her hand to Nikki’s hip, encouraging her to wrap one leg around her waist, spreading herself open.
“I want you to try to be quiet for me, can you do that?” she whispered into Nikki’s ear, trailing her hand up the inside of Nikki’s thigh. She pressed inside slowly, making Nikki whimper. Her hand retreated and she pulled back enough to peer into Nikki’s dark eyes and see the pink flush of her cheeks. She slid back in, watching Nikki’s head fall back and her eyes dilate. “Make another sound and I’ll stop. Understand?” Nikki whimpered her understanding and again Morgana withdrew. “Not a sound.” This time Nikki nodded silently and got her reward.
She didn’t last long with three of Morgana’s fingers driving a slow, deep rhythm inside her whilst her thumb rubbed roughly at her clit and her other hand teased her right breast in time with her thrusts.
“Keep quiet,” Morgana reminded her as she neared the edge, her muscles already starting to quiver. “If you start to make a sound, I’ll stop.”
Nikki bit her lip and tried to nod, her head thrown back against the stilt. Her whole body was alight with sensation, tiny underwater currents and lapping waves caressing every inch of her at once.
It was the press of Morgana’s thumb that shattered her like a wave hitting the rocks. Her throat tore with a silent scream and her breaths stuttered out of her control like an orchestra without a conductor, quivering and rhythmless.
She got her own back by swimming off when she was her legs started listening to her brain again and she got out of the water, leaving Morgana aching and unsatiated. Her wife found her a few minutes later laid out on the decking, drying off in the sun with her bikini top still floating somewhere on the ocean surface, her eyes closed. In retaliation, Morgana wrung her hair out onto her stomach, making her scream.
“That’s for being selfish,” Morgana quipped with an evil smile. “And I wasn’t even done with you either. I was even going to let you scream next time.”
Nikki flushed and watched Morgana disappear into the apartment. Revenge was overrated.
***
She made up for it that evening by slipping under the table when dinner was done. She slipped her head under the skirt of Morgana’s beach dress and untied her bikini bottoms, pulling them off her and licking a trail up the inside of her quivering thighs. She tasted like the sea - salty and secretive - and Nikki closed her eyes and hummed appreciatively, the vibrations making Morgana gasp and jerk. Nikki made her come three times before the pins and needles in her knees became too painful to ignore.
She climbed onto her lap and let Morgana taste herself on her tongue, kissing her languidly and deeply, losing herself in the kiss until Morgana had recovered enough to sneak her hand into Nikki’s shorts and make her ride her fingers until she came, finally letting her scream.
***
“I think,” Nikki panted some time later, in bed, “that I must be dreaming. I must be sat at my desk in front of a pile of paperwork, with my head in my hands, dreaming. Because really, rationally, I cannot have spent the last twenty four hours having really, really good sex in the midst of an island paradise with my wife.”
“Mmmmm… But you have,” Morgana murmured, nuzzling her neck. “Either that or we have been sharing one hell of a vivid dream - one with all five senses and an R18 rating.”
Nikki drifted off to sleep laughing.
***
They arrived home on a chilly Sunday morning.
Nikki watched appreciatively as, for the third time since they had left on their honeymoon, Morgana pulled their two enormous suitcases off the baggage carousel and helped two elderly couples retrieve theirs too. Both told her how kind she was to help them and one of the men even noticed how Nikki’s arm was through Morgana’s, and told them how sweet they looked together. Nikki smiled and blushed, and Morgana kissed her cheek.
Gwen and Arthur were waiting for them in the terminal atrium and Morgan wriggled out of their grasp, shot across the shiny floor and leapt up into Nikki’s arms, showering her cheek in kisses before straining across to kiss Morgana too.
“This is it then,” Nikki declared wistfully, Morgan happy on her hip, “we’re back to normality.”
Morgana smiled mischievously and gave her a wink. “I wouldn’t say that.”
Laughing at the cheesiness, Nikki kissed Morgan’s cheek and grabbed Morgana’s hand. It was something she wouldn’t mind getting used to, she thought - a child on her hip and Morgana’s hand in hers. In fact, it felt pretty damn perfect.
Notes: I know that this took a long time to finish, but please forgive me. I've been busy with my final year exams and then graduating. Plus I have other fics on the go too. I do have plans to write more in this universe (all of which you can find on AO3) but as of this moment, I do not know when that will be.