in the shadow of your heart; Merlin, Morgana/Merlin, NC-17
porn battle: merlin
title: in the shadow of your heart
pairing: morgana/merlin
prompt: coin
It is years after they first met. Merlin had learned quickly that Morgana was his counter, that they were tied together through destiny in a million ways. He could reach out, into her thoughts, even across great distances. The Saxons plagued Britain now, Arthur was away in battle; it was dangerous to travel anywhere. But still, when he had felt her call ripple across the Summer Sea and the moors to the south of Camelot, he had taken a horse and set off to find her.
merlin, merlin, merlin….
He could hear her call echoing to him throughout Albion, tugging at his heart and urging him on.
*
When he found her, she was alone, sleeping in a cave next to a lake. She woke at the sound of his footsteps and her eyes flashed at him. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.
Merlin smiled at her. “You called me.”
She scowled. “I most certainly did not.” She wrapped herself in her green velvet cloak and drew herself up, an imperious look on her face.
His smile didn’t falter. “I can hear you calling me even now, lady. What is it you want?”
merlin, merlin, merlin…
She wouldn’t look at him. He took a step towards her and reached out, taking her hand. Her fingers closed around his, tightly. merlin, merlin, merlin…
Slowly, he pulled her to him and smoothed her hair back from her face. She looked tired. He could see all the years between them on her face and tried to remember the last time he’d seen her. She kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip and planting small sweet kisses like flowers on his mouth. She laced her fingers behind his head, deepening the kiss, and sighed.
Merlin broke away from her for a moment to spread his riding cloak on the floor of the cave next to her small fire. When he turned around, she had already unlaced her gown and her cries in his head grew louder and faster as she stripped the dress off. She threw it to the side and rushed to him. She fumbled for a moment with the ties in his breeches and Merlin remembered the last time he’d seen her.
It had been the end of the first Saxon War. Arthur had thrown a great banquet for all of Camelot to celebrate the victory. Merlin had been wandering the streets and had seen her dancing out of the corner of his eye. He remembers her finding him, alone, on his way back from the tavern later that night. They had fucked in an alley. He knew that she had heard him call to her, and she’d whispered in his ears without speaking a word. He came when she raked her nails down his back. She had disappeared then, leaving Merlin with his pants down and droplets of blood standing in the shallow cuts on his shoulders.
He had called to her after that, but she was either to far away or did not heed the call.
She lay next to him, wearing only her thin shift. He let his fingers brush over her breasts and heard her breath catch in her throat. She reached down and touched his cock, rubbing her palm over the head and gently pulling the skin along the shaft. He pushed up her shift as he felt himself getting harder and harder.
Morgana pushed him flat onto his back and yanked her shift off over her head as she straddled him. She rubbed against the length of him. He bucked his hips up, shallowly penetrating her. She keened when she pushed her hips down, taking more of him in, slowly melting into him.
He let the heat of her wash over him and let her mind permeate his. He felt as though he was floating in deep water while he watched Morgana’s thoughts entwine with his own. Her mouth was on his as she rode him, going at her own pace, her desire overwhelming everything else.
He watched her propel herself towards climax, wanting to be able to freeze this moment in time before she slipped away again. He felt her tighten around his cock and she cried out, coming hard. The look on her face as she finished was enough to drive him over the edge and he came deep inside her, his orgasm pulsing through him.
She rolled off him and pulled close, threading herself into his arms. She closed her eyes, her face pressed into his chest. The call has quieted now and Merlin watched Morgana as she slept, two sides of the same coin. They were each others' doom and salvation, one as easily as the other.
title: in the shadow of your heart
pairing: morgana/merlin
prompt: coin
It is years after they first met. Merlin had learned quickly that Morgana was his counter, that they were tied together through destiny in a million ways. He could reach out, into her thoughts, even across great distances. The Saxons plagued Britain now, Arthur was away in battle; it was dangerous to travel anywhere. But still, when he had felt her call ripple across the Summer Sea and the moors to the south of Camelot, he had taken a horse and set off to find her.
merlin, merlin, merlin….
He could hear her call echoing to him throughout Albion, tugging at his heart and urging him on.
*
When he found her, she was alone, sleeping in a cave next to a lake. She woke at the sound of his footsteps and her eyes flashed at him. “What are you doing here?” she demanded.
Merlin smiled at her. “You called me.”
She scowled. “I most certainly did not.” She wrapped herself in her green velvet cloak and drew herself up, an imperious look on her face.
His smile didn’t falter. “I can hear you calling me even now, lady. What is it you want?”
merlin, merlin, merlin…
She wouldn’t look at him. He took a step towards her and reached out, taking her hand. Her fingers closed around his, tightly. merlin, merlin, merlin…
Slowly, he pulled her to him and smoothed her hair back from her face. She looked tired. He could see all the years between them on her face and tried to remember the last time he’d seen her. She kissed him, nipping at his bottom lip and planting small sweet kisses like flowers on his mouth. She laced her fingers behind his head, deepening the kiss, and sighed.
Merlin broke away from her for a moment to spread his riding cloak on the floor of the cave next to her small fire. When he turned around, she had already unlaced her gown and her cries in his head grew louder and faster as she stripped the dress off. She threw it to the side and rushed to him. She fumbled for a moment with the ties in his breeches and Merlin remembered the last time he’d seen her.
It had been the end of the first Saxon War. Arthur had thrown a great banquet for all of Camelot to celebrate the victory. Merlin had been wandering the streets and had seen her dancing out of the corner of his eye. He remembers her finding him, alone, on his way back from the tavern later that night. They had fucked in an alley. He knew that she had heard him call to her, and she’d whispered in his ears without speaking a word. He came when she raked her nails down his back. She had disappeared then, leaving Merlin with his pants down and droplets of blood standing in the shallow cuts on his shoulders.
He had called to her after that, but she was either to far away or did not heed the call.
She lay next to him, wearing only her thin shift. He let his fingers brush over her breasts and heard her breath catch in her throat. She reached down and touched his cock, rubbing her palm over the head and gently pulling the skin along the shaft. He pushed up her shift as he felt himself getting harder and harder.
Morgana pushed him flat onto his back and yanked her shift off over her head as she straddled him. She rubbed against the length of him. He bucked his hips up, shallowly penetrating her. She keened when she pushed her hips down, taking more of him in, slowly melting into him.
He let the heat of her wash over him and let her mind permeate his. He felt as though he was floating in deep water while he watched Morgana’s thoughts entwine with his own. Her mouth was on his as she rode him, going at her own pace, her desire overwhelming everything else.
He watched her propel herself towards climax, wanting to be able to freeze this moment in time before she slipped away again. He felt her tighten around his cock and she cried out, coming hard. The look on her face as she finished was enough to drive him over the edge and he came deep inside her, his orgasm pulsing through him.
She rolled off him and pulled close, threading herself into his arms. She closed her eyes, her face pressed into his chest. The call has quieted now and Merlin watched Morgana as she slept, two sides of the same coin. They were each others' doom and salvation, one as easily as the other.