A Beautiful Wickedness, Part 2/?
Merlin/Morgan. Ratings up a little from last time, PG maybe? Will be up tons in the next section.
She stood talking to Arthur, paying lip service to her brother-king when it was she who should be on the throne. She paid little attention to her words however, though they seemed to satisfy Arthur. Vivian stood close by, ready to catch things if they spiral out of control or she said something she shouldn’t. Instead, her attention was on the man at her back, slightly to the side. She could feel the weight of his gaze on her, with the heaviness of a human hand.
He was staring at her, like he usually stared at Arthur, and it was delicious. Seeing him again, after all these years, feeling the power in him that ran beneath his skin like a bolt of lightening, knowing what he’d done to her family and hating-loving him for it, it sung all sung in her like being alive after dying on the cold stones of her ritual room. She knew she was more powerful then he, but only because she was more willing. She had asked the powers for him and she could feel them working in the room. They were circling in the whispers of the breeze through the windows and the echoes of footsteps tickling over her skin. They were working in him and he didn’t even know it.
If he did know? Well, then so would everyone else. Merlin’s anger was more potent even then her own, because it was so rarely unleashed.
A small smile crept across her lips and she bid Arthur goodnight. Turning to meet the full weight of Merlin’s gaze, she smiled at the fire burning there. It was working. She smiled at him and he returned it, his much more feral than her own.
She stepped forward and met him halfway across the Hall. “Merlin.”
He tilted his head in acknowledgement. “Morgan. To what to we owe the…honor of your visit?”
Her lip twitched into a curl. “I was presented with the grievances of certain peasants and I wished to bring them to my brother’s attention.”
Merlin’s eyes darkened for a moment and his gaze flicked to Arthur. “I just bet you did.” He frowned and looked back at her. “Why would these…grievances be presented to you, I wonder.”
“Well,” she humored him as she watched the struggle behind his eyes. He still didn’t know. “I was the closer Pendragon. However, I’m here now with their news and I have news for you. Why don’t you accompany me to the rooms Arthur has given me and I can tell you all about it?”
Merlin narrowed his eyes. “Of course, Lady Morgan. Of course, you do. Lead on.” His gaze flicked back to Arthur and the frowned returned, deeper this time. His head jerked a little and his blink lasted a moment too long. He was starting to realize. “What…” He muttered, but cut himself off.
He followed her to her rooms, but by the time she’d shut the door, the powers had worked to powerfully on him. She turned back to the room to find herself slammed against the door, Merlin’s palms on either side of her head and his face too close to her own. His eyes blazed with magic and lust. “What have you done to me this time? I drank nothing from you. Ate nothing from you. I’ve barely spoken to you in over a month. How did you do…whatever this is?”
His voice was a snarl and it seeped into her veins, sensual and hard. She smiled and let out a breath, tilted her head to bare her neck to him. He dropped his mouth to it and nipped at her skin. “The powers are doing it, not I. I merely asked.” Her own voice was breathy with anticipation.
Merlin went completely still, his hard body pressing her into the wood at her back and his mouth still on her skin. His head came up and this time his eyes were dead. Flat. “You asked for what exactly?”
“You, just for one night.”
His head jerked again and he blinked hard twice. When he’d settled back into himself, he narrowed his eyes at her. “Be careful what you wish for, Morgan. You just might get it.” The lust was back in his gaze, but there was a hatred burning there now too. One she’d never seen in him before. She shuddered.