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A Slow Awakening by irony_rocks (NC-17)
Fandom: MERLIN
Pairing: Arthur/Morgana
Length: ~12,000
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
Because [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] writes such a wonderful characterization of Morgana as she really comes into her own. I love it when authors in the Merlin fandom put references to the Arthurian myths in their fan fiction; the story of Morgan Le Fay casts a long shadow on any fan work involving Morgana, but I love how strong she is in this piece, how Morgana refuses to let her life and the lives of the people she loves be decided by fate or anyone else. She chooses her own path and a life with the person she loves, and I can't help but admire her all the more for it.
"What is it?" Arthur asks, giving her a look as she quietly watches him move about his bedchamber. “You have done nothing but stare at me since I woke up. I know you are enamored of me, Morgana, but a lady should be a little more discreet, don’t you think?”
Arrogant git.
Annoyingly enough, she still wants to kiss him senseless.
The impulse overwhelms her, even as they trade barbs and tease each other in a relentless pursuit to reestablish normality. As if he had not been bedridden a day prior; as if she was not harboring a secret now that burned her up inside. It’s more than a miracle that Arthur is healthy, and she knows, contrary to Gaius' claims, that no medicine is to thank for it.
“I have to change,” he says. She lifts an eyebrow, and his ears go red. “Which means you have to leave.”
She smirks as she rises, and she cannot stop herself from reaching out to touch him. His arm is solid and strong beneath her open palm, and she thinks that is how it should always be. The image of him pale and weak, bedridden, still haunts her.
Her voice goes soft, almost despite herself. “I’m glad you’re all right, Arthur.”
It looks like he doesn’t know what to do with that, with her, with this exposed vulnerability. Arthur and Morgana have always fought like squabbling children, denying to each other any sense of attraction with every breath when she thinks it’s fairly obvious even to a blind man. They are such children sometimes, and Morgana is tired of that.
She is not a little girl anymore, and Arthur is certainly no boy.
She stretches up on tippy-toes to press a kiss to his lips, a soft sip that quickly gives way to something slightly more demanding. Arthur’s lips are dry and cracked, but he tastes so sweet. So warm. She senses the surprise too, but no hesitation. Morgana thinks, yes, this is it. This is the emotion missing from her first kiss. Exhilaration surges through her, and she draws a sound from Arthur when she pulls away.
“Goodnight,” she offers, before she leaves without another pause.
Arthur just stares after her.
A Slow Awakening
Pairing: Arthur/Morgana
Length: ~12,000
Author on LJ: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Author Website: [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]
Why this must be read:
Because [Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com] writes such a wonderful characterization of Morgana as she really comes into her own. I love it when authors in the Merlin fandom put references to the Arthurian myths in their fan fiction; the story of Morgan Le Fay casts a long shadow on any fan work involving Morgana, but I love how strong she is in this piece, how Morgana refuses to let her life and the lives of the people she loves be decided by fate or anyone else. She chooses her own path and a life with the person she loves, and I can't help but admire her all the more for it.
"What is it?" Arthur asks, giving her a look as she quietly watches him move about his bedchamber. “You have done nothing but stare at me since I woke up. I know you are enamored of me, Morgana, but a lady should be a little more discreet, don’t you think?”
Arrogant git.
Annoyingly enough, she still wants to kiss him senseless.
The impulse overwhelms her, even as they trade barbs and tease each other in a relentless pursuit to reestablish normality. As if he had not been bedridden a day prior; as if she was not harboring a secret now that burned her up inside. It’s more than a miracle that Arthur is healthy, and she knows, contrary to Gaius' claims, that no medicine is to thank for it.
“I have to change,” he says. She lifts an eyebrow, and his ears go red. “Which means you have to leave.”
She smirks as she rises, and she cannot stop herself from reaching out to touch him. His arm is solid and strong beneath her open palm, and she thinks that is how it should always be. The image of him pale and weak, bedridden, still haunts her.
Her voice goes soft, almost despite herself. “I’m glad you’re all right, Arthur.”
It looks like he doesn’t know what to do with that, with her, with this exposed vulnerability. Arthur and Morgana have always fought like squabbling children, denying to each other any sense of attraction with every breath when she thinks it’s fairly obvious even to a blind man. They are such children sometimes, and Morgana is tired of that.
She is not a little girl anymore, and Arthur is certainly no boy.
She stretches up on tippy-toes to press a kiss to his lips, a soft sip that quickly gives way to something slightly more demanding. Arthur’s lips are dry and cracked, but he tastes so sweet. So warm. She senses the surprise too, but no hesitation. Morgana thinks, yes, this is it. This is the emotion missing from her first kiss. Exhilaration surges through her, and she draws a sound from Arthur when she pulls away.
“Goodnight,” she offers, before she leaves without another pause.
Arthur just stares after her.
A Slow Awakening