[Fic] Poker Face (1/1, Merlin/Morgana, NC17)
Watched the newest episode (the two parter) of Merlin last night. My God was it amazing.
So, of course, my muse had to provide me with fic. I wrote this before going to bed because, well, it wouldn't leave my head! XD
Poker Face
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: rough hate sex, naughty words, Morgana losing her virginity
Notes: takes place after 3.02 (yes, after watching the episode I just had to write this); the title comes from Lady Gaga's song (and lyrics as well), of course, thanks to how well the song fits, and that I had typed the words "poker face" in the story before thinking up the title. And yes, this is my first het fic in the Merlin fandom; go me! (I honestly thought it would be the Arthur/Hunith idea I have, but I guess that's for another time.)
Summary: Merlin and Morgana end up having rough “hate” sex.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, the wonderful BBC and Shine does.
~**~
LoveGame intuition play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart…
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
~**~
Morgana looked up from the sound of the knock, and upon seeing who it was she scowled deeply and her mouth turned down.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "Where's Gwen?"
Merlin stepped closer to her slowly, a small scowl also on his face as he said, "Gwen's… not feeling well. I had tried to find you another maid, but there isn't anyone else available." Merlin squared his shoulders. "So I'll be waiting on you tonight."
Morgana turned away fully from the window she'd been staring out of and took a few steps forward, but only just. The tension between them was thick in the air, the knowledge that they weren't going to see eye to eye any longer lingered unsaid, heavy. They were silent as they scrutinized each other, as if waiting to see which one will lunge at the other first.
"You can't wait on me," Morgana said, a look of almost disbelief on her face. "You're a man."
"Thank you for noticing, my lady," Merlin smirked.
"I can get myself ready for bed, thanks," she said with airs, the corner of her mouth twitching. "I don't really need anyone for that."
"You don't have any problems undoing the laces on the back of your dress, then?" said Merlin without missing a beat. "Or any trouble with your underwear?"
Morgana's face was a cross between disbelief and amusement. "No! How dare you say such things to a lady of the court! I am perfectly capable of undoing my own laces without aid from you or anyone else." Then her expression suddenly turned wicked. "In fact, I could undo my clothing without even touching them." She lifted a hand to emphasis.
Right. She's got magic. How could Merlin forget?
"But it would be risky, don't you think?" Merlin said, stepping closer. "What if someone were to walk in and see you doing magic? Then you'd have a lot of explaining to do to Uther."
Morgana's scowl returned, and when it looked as though Merlin wasn't stopping, she automatically began to step back until she felt the edge of the wall around the window against her shoulder blades. When she stopped, gasping silently, Merlin stopped also and surveyed her more closely. She could clearly see his eyes wander down her body and she knew he was thinking about helping her out of her dress, seeing her out of it. Colour rose high in her cheeks, and she stepped away from the window and toward the dressing screen. Merlin was right, damn him. She couldn't risk getting caught now. And for all she knew, Arthur could come charging in at any moment (possibly breaking the door down in the process) looking for his elusive servant.
She thought fast: "I suppose, perhaps, I could let you help me. Although, if I were changing behind here no one would see me using magic, would they?" her challenge was issued; now she silently waited for Merlin's reply. Not with bated breath, of course.
"True," said Merlin. "But then they'd wonder how you got out of your dress so easily without any help."
Morgana sneered at him before disappearing behind the changing screen. "Damn you-!" she hesitated, her mind trying to come up with a suitable excuse to get him to leave, but then an idea struck. Slowly, she eyed Merlin up and down, same as he did to her, and Merlin didn't miss it either. Now it was his turn to blush. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "All right, Merlin. I'll let you help me undress, and then you can help me to bed."
Merlin smirked, most likely thinking he won. She gave him a lewd come hither look as she disappeared behind the screen. Sure enough, Merlin followed. She was already starting the ties and laces at her front, containing a small shiver when she felt Merlin's fingers nimbly undoing the laces in the back. The tension was still in the air between them, but now it fizzled into something warmer, but not sweet. It was like the air in the room had gone humid, the temperature rising considerably from their sudden contact, as if from an oncoming storm. Morgana couldn't quite figure it out, since Merlin was a mere servant who just knew too much. When her dress finally loosened, she turned her head slowly to look at Merlin as she revealed her bare shoulder to him. Merlin's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes glued to the slow reveal of her. Her hair flowed down her back as she undid her bun just as the other side of her dress fell from her other shoulder.
The lacings on her under clothes were a little trickier for Merlin, seeing how he never had to assist a lady before. Then his fingers stilled as he got them halfway undone.
"My Lady?" he said. "Where is your nightgown?"
"On the other side of the room," she answered easily. Merlin's eyes shot across the room to see she was right; they were hanging up on a hook on the other side of the bed.
"Shall I get it for you?" he asked.
"No, Merlin," she said, looking over her shoulder at him. "I won't need it tonight."
Merlin swallowed. "Oh. Why is that?"
Her answer was a wicked smile, and then she snapped, "Just get on with it, Merlin. This is what you've been wanting when you came in, isn't it? A good look at me naked?"
He did as told, although tentatively and reluctantly, forcing away his blush. After what seemed like hours, she was finally able to slip out of her underclothes. She wore nothing else underneath. Merlin took a deep gulp of air, and then shut his eyes.
"Don't be shy now, Merlin," she said, surprisingly softly. "Go ahead. Look at me."
Slowly, Merlin opened one eye at a time. Looking upon her nudity his face reddened a bit, but then he remembered he had originally came in for just this chance, even if he'd told himself he was mostly doing it to make sure she wasn't doing anything evil again. He couldn't stop his reaction from seeing her, and his breeches tightened. Morgana's eyes lowered to that region and the look on her face told him that she most definitely noticed.
"Oh, you naughty boy," she crooned. "Staring at King Uther's ward like that and having such a response. I could have you thrown in the dungeon right now if I wanted."
Merlin's breathing picked up, but it wasn't just from arousal. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, trying to look defiant and not intimidated.
"Oh yes," she said once she noticed his reaction to that bit of information. "I could call in the guards any time I wanted. You'll be lucky if you got the stocks for it."
"But," Merlin said, his voice strained, "you won't."
"No," she said, stroking a finger down his front. "I suppose I won't." She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him toward the bed. "Now strip, Merlin, or I really will shout for the guards."
Servant or no, he was still a man, and he was still easily lead by the growing appendage between his legs. Merlin stripped his clothes off as if he were shedding them in order to jump into a lake for relief from the heat. He won't be finding anything of the sort once he jumped into her bed. With just one look she locked the door to her chambers and then crawled onto the middle of her giant four-poster. Merlin quickly sat on the edge to take off his boots, which he was finding most disobedient, before kicking them away. He turned as he stood, and with one smooth motion his trousers were off.
Morgana just barely stopped herself from gasping in surprise: Merlin had been hiding a monster in his breeches. Her throat clicked, slightly nervous, but she kept her poker face as she stared at it, as it hung heavily, thick, in the air. Then her expression changed to wanton instantly the moment she looked up into his face. Their eyes locked for a silent while, and then Merlin was beside her, a leg over her and his mouth on hers.
She grabbed the sides of his face, nails digging in as they kissed hard, tongues and teeth rough and wet. She pulled at his hair, ripping his face away from hers, and sunk her teeth into his neck. He growled, shoved her legs apart and settled between them without a shred of nervousness or clumsiness. He moved down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, squeezing with one hand, biting the end a little rough - she gasped, throwing her head back and gripped his arms. He switched to the other breast, showing it the same treatment. She wrapped her legs around his sharp hip bones and pulled him closer. He brought a hand down and poked around until he found the entrance to her sex, fingers forceful and grueling, palm smacking her clit. She arched under him, demanding, spitting hateful words to the man who ruined all her plans in destroying Camelot. He answered her by biting her shoulder, and then moving down her body to take her swollen button into his mouth. He sucked hard, unrelenting, until she was shaking, nearly ripping his hair out to make him stop. Her orgasm hit her harder and sooner than she wanted, almost weeping with annoyance. But then he was climbing up her body again, licking his way up, and latched his mouth onto her neck as he pushed his cock into her.
"Bastard," she snarled, squeezing her thighs around him. She panted harshly into his ear, clawing up his broad back. He hissed and thrust in and out of her without mercy, producing a sharp cry from her. She twitched in slight pain, but it softened the more he thrust, painting a small strip of red around the root of his cock. Her legs shook as he showed no signs of letting up, fucking her hard against the mattress. When she tried to get him to slow up, he only pressed himself harder into her. She slapped him across the face.
Merlin stopped, his eyes growing hard, narrowing dangerously. His jaw worked as if he were trying to make words form but couldn't from how irritated he was.
"I want a different position, idiot," she snarled, pushing her hands against his chest.
"Fine," he ground out through his teeth. He slid out of her and turned her onto her stomach. Morgana raised herself up on her knees, legs spread and head down. He pushed into her without warning and grabbed her hair. He resumed his hard thrusting, their skin slapping filling the room, her cries soon following.
Her second orgasm hit her so suddenly her knees nearly gave out. Merlin gripped her hips and pushed a few more times, hold bruising, hips slamming, before he found his release. He let out a loud groan, a soft growl following, as he emptied inside her. When he removed himself from her, she thought of pushing him out the bed, but she found her limbs weren't working correctly so she just flopped down. Merlin slowly got out of bed; his own legs a little wobbly as he tried to remember how to stand.
When he turned around to look at her, she schooled her features into neutral. They stared for a moment before Merlin remembered himself and started to gather his clothes.
"Now if you tell Uther about me I'll tell him how you despoiled me, and against my will."
Merlin glowered. "You bitch."
"Tell Gwen I hope she gets well soon," Morgana said with a nefarious grin. Merlin continued to glower at her silently for a moment before going back to dressing as fast as he could. He ran out of her room as if she had just sent a fire ball after him.
**
The next day, after Morgana had lunch with Uther, she came into her room to find a single red rose lying on her pillow with a note. She picked it up, gasping when her thumb was pricked by one of the thorns, a drop of blood welling up at the tip. She took the note with her other hand, the rose still held in the other. It read, in Merlin's messy scrawl:
Our relationship is like this rose, beautiful yet painful, and dying too fast.
So, of course, my muse had to provide me with fic. I wrote this before going to bed because, well, it wouldn't leave my head! XD
Poker Face
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana
Rated: NC-17
Warnings: rough hate sex, naughty words, Morgana losing her virginity
Notes: takes place after 3.02 (yes, after watching the episode I just had to write this); the title comes from Lady Gaga's song (and lyrics as well), of course, thanks to how well the song fits, and that I had typed the words "poker face" in the story before thinking up the title. And yes, this is my first het fic in the Merlin fandom; go me! (I honestly thought it would be the Arthur/Hunith idea I have, but I guess that's for another time.)
Summary: Merlin and Morgana end up having rough “hate” sex.
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, the wonderful BBC and Shine does.
~**~
LoveGame intuition play the cards with spades to start
And after he's been hooked I'll play the one that's on his heart…
I'll get him hot, show him what I've got
~**~
Morgana looked up from the sound of the knock, and upon seeing who it was she scowled deeply and her mouth turned down.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded. "Where's Gwen?"
Merlin stepped closer to her slowly, a small scowl also on his face as he said, "Gwen's… not feeling well. I had tried to find you another maid, but there isn't anyone else available." Merlin squared his shoulders. "So I'll be waiting on you tonight."
Morgana turned away fully from the window she'd been staring out of and took a few steps forward, but only just. The tension between them was thick in the air, the knowledge that they weren't going to see eye to eye any longer lingered unsaid, heavy. They were silent as they scrutinized each other, as if waiting to see which one will lunge at the other first.
"You can't wait on me," Morgana said, a look of almost disbelief on her face. "You're a man."
"Thank you for noticing, my lady," Merlin smirked.
"I can get myself ready for bed, thanks," she said with airs, the corner of her mouth twitching. "I don't really need anyone for that."
"You don't have any problems undoing the laces on the back of your dress, then?" said Merlin without missing a beat. "Or any trouble with your underwear?"
Morgana's face was a cross between disbelief and amusement. "No! How dare you say such things to a lady of the court! I am perfectly capable of undoing my own laces without aid from you or anyone else." Then her expression suddenly turned wicked. "In fact, I could undo my clothing without even touching them." She lifted a hand to emphasis.
Right. She's got magic. How could Merlin forget?
"But it would be risky, don't you think?" Merlin said, stepping closer. "What if someone were to walk in and see you doing magic? Then you'd have a lot of explaining to do to Uther."
Morgana's scowl returned, and when it looked as though Merlin wasn't stopping, she automatically began to step back until she felt the edge of the wall around the window against her shoulder blades. When she stopped, gasping silently, Merlin stopped also and surveyed her more closely. She could clearly see his eyes wander down her body and she knew he was thinking about helping her out of her dress, seeing her out of it. Colour rose high in her cheeks, and she stepped away from the window and toward the dressing screen. Merlin was right, damn him. She couldn't risk getting caught now. And for all she knew, Arthur could come charging in at any moment (possibly breaking the door down in the process) looking for his elusive servant.
She thought fast: "I suppose, perhaps, I could let you help me. Although, if I were changing behind here no one would see me using magic, would they?" her challenge was issued; now she silently waited for Merlin's reply. Not with bated breath, of course.
"True," said Merlin. "But then they'd wonder how you got out of your dress so easily without any help."
Morgana sneered at him before disappearing behind the changing screen. "Damn you-!" she hesitated, her mind trying to come up with a suitable excuse to get him to leave, but then an idea struck. Slowly, she eyed Merlin up and down, same as he did to her, and Merlin didn't miss it either. Now it was his turn to blush. She smiled, but it didn't reach her eyes. "All right, Merlin. I'll let you help me undress, and then you can help me to bed."
Merlin smirked, most likely thinking he won. She gave him a lewd come hither look as she disappeared behind the screen. Sure enough, Merlin followed. She was already starting the ties and laces at her front, containing a small shiver when she felt Merlin's fingers nimbly undoing the laces in the back. The tension was still in the air between them, but now it fizzled into something warmer, but not sweet. It was like the air in the room had gone humid, the temperature rising considerably from their sudden contact, as if from an oncoming storm. Morgana couldn't quite figure it out, since Merlin was a mere servant who just knew too much. When her dress finally loosened, she turned her head slowly to look at Merlin as she revealed her bare shoulder to him. Merlin's Adam's apple bobbed, his eyes glued to the slow reveal of her. Her hair flowed down her back as she undid her bun just as the other side of her dress fell from her other shoulder.
The lacings on her under clothes were a little trickier for Merlin, seeing how he never had to assist a lady before. Then his fingers stilled as he got them halfway undone.
"My Lady?" he said. "Where is your nightgown?"
"On the other side of the room," she answered easily. Merlin's eyes shot across the room to see she was right; they were hanging up on a hook on the other side of the bed.
"Shall I get it for you?" he asked.
"No, Merlin," she said, looking over her shoulder at him. "I won't need it tonight."
Merlin swallowed. "Oh. Why is that?"
Her answer was a wicked smile, and then she snapped, "Just get on with it, Merlin. This is what you've been wanting when you came in, isn't it? A good look at me naked?"
He did as told, although tentatively and reluctantly, forcing away his blush. After what seemed like hours, she was finally able to slip out of her underclothes. She wore nothing else underneath. Merlin took a deep gulp of air, and then shut his eyes.
"Don't be shy now, Merlin," she said, surprisingly softly. "Go ahead. Look at me."
Slowly, Merlin opened one eye at a time. Looking upon her nudity his face reddened a bit, but then he remembered he had originally came in for just this chance, even if he'd told himself he was mostly doing it to make sure she wasn't doing anything evil again. He couldn't stop his reaction from seeing her, and his breeches tightened. Morgana's eyes lowered to that region and the look on her face told him that she most definitely noticed.
"Oh, you naughty boy," she crooned. "Staring at King Uther's ward like that and having such a response. I could have you thrown in the dungeon right now if I wanted."
Merlin's breathing picked up, but it wasn't just from arousal. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, trying to look defiant and not intimidated.
"Oh yes," she said once she noticed his reaction to that bit of information. "I could call in the guards any time I wanted. You'll be lucky if you got the stocks for it."
"But," Merlin said, his voice strained, "you won't."
"No," she said, stroking a finger down his front. "I suppose I won't." She grabbed hold of his shirt and pulled him toward the bed. "Now strip, Merlin, or I really will shout for the guards."
Servant or no, he was still a man, and he was still easily lead by the growing appendage between his legs. Merlin stripped his clothes off as if he were shedding them in order to jump into a lake for relief from the heat. He won't be finding anything of the sort once he jumped into her bed. With just one look she locked the door to her chambers and then crawled onto the middle of her giant four-poster. Merlin quickly sat on the edge to take off his boots, which he was finding most disobedient, before kicking them away. He turned as he stood, and with one smooth motion his trousers were off.
Morgana just barely stopped herself from gasping in surprise: Merlin had been hiding a monster in his breeches. Her throat clicked, slightly nervous, but she kept her poker face as she stared at it, as it hung heavily, thick, in the air. Then her expression changed to wanton instantly the moment she looked up into his face. Their eyes locked for a silent while, and then Merlin was beside her, a leg over her and his mouth on hers.
She grabbed the sides of his face, nails digging in as they kissed hard, tongues and teeth rough and wet. She pulled at his hair, ripping his face away from hers, and sunk her teeth into his neck. He growled, shoved her legs apart and settled between them without a shred of nervousness or clumsiness. He moved down to take a nipple into his mouth, sucking it hard, squeezing with one hand, biting the end a little rough - she gasped, throwing her head back and gripped his arms. He switched to the other breast, showing it the same treatment. She wrapped her legs around his sharp hip bones and pulled him closer. He brought a hand down and poked around until he found the entrance to her sex, fingers forceful and grueling, palm smacking her clit. She arched under him, demanding, spitting hateful words to the man who ruined all her plans in destroying Camelot. He answered her by biting her shoulder, and then moving down her body to take her swollen button into his mouth. He sucked hard, unrelenting, until she was shaking, nearly ripping his hair out to make him stop. Her orgasm hit her harder and sooner than she wanted, almost weeping with annoyance. But then he was climbing up her body again, licking his way up, and latched his mouth onto her neck as he pushed his cock into her.
"Bastard," she snarled, squeezing her thighs around him. She panted harshly into his ear, clawing up his broad back. He hissed and thrust in and out of her without mercy, producing a sharp cry from her. She twitched in slight pain, but it softened the more he thrust, painting a small strip of red around the root of his cock. Her legs shook as he showed no signs of letting up, fucking her hard against the mattress. When she tried to get him to slow up, he only pressed himself harder into her. She slapped him across the face.
Merlin stopped, his eyes growing hard, narrowing dangerously. His jaw worked as if he were trying to make words form but couldn't from how irritated he was.
"I want a different position, idiot," she snarled, pushing her hands against his chest.
"Fine," he ground out through his teeth. He slid out of her and turned her onto her stomach. Morgana raised herself up on her knees, legs spread and head down. He pushed into her without warning and grabbed her hair. He resumed his hard thrusting, their skin slapping filling the room, her cries soon following.
Her second orgasm hit her so suddenly her knees nearly gave out. Merlin gripped her hips and pushed a few more times, hold bruising, hips slamming, before he found his release. He let out a loud groan, a soft growl following, as he emptied inside her. When he removed himself from her, she thought of pushing him out the bed, but she found her limbs weren't working correctly so she just flopped down. Merlin slowly got out of bed; his own legs a little wobbly as he tried to remember how to stand.
When he turned around to look at her, she schooled her features into neutral. They stared for a moment before Merlin remembered himself and started to gather his clothes.
"Now if you tell Uther about me I'll tell him how you despoiled me, and against my will."
Merlin glowered. "You bitch."
"Tell Gwen I hope she gets well soon," Morgana said with a nefarious grin. Merlin continued to glower at her silently for a moment before going back to dressing as fast as he could. He ran out of her room as if she had just sent a fire ball after him.
**
The next day, after Morgana had lunch with Uther, she came into her room to find a single red rose lying on her pillow with a note. She picked it up, gasping when her thumb was pricked by one of the thorns, a drop of blood welling up at the tip. She took the note with her other hand, the rose still held in the other. It read, in Merlin's messy scrawl:
Our relationship is like this rose, beautiful yet painful, and dying too fast.