The setting sun bathes one half of the alcove in a warm golden glow, the other half has already succumbed to the shadows of the approaching night. In the semi-darkness Morgana presses close to Merlin, the jewels on her bodice digging into his skin through the thin linen tunic. Merlin presses his palms hard against the rough wall behind him, fighting the urge to touch, to caress, the soft form leaning into him. His body betrays him as he cannot help but imagine ivory thighs and quiet moans. Morgana tilts her face forward and Merlin knocks into the stone as he jerks his head to the side to avoid her lips. She laughes at him, a derisive chuckle that he feels as much as he hears. A few quick, hot puffs of air ghosting along his jaw and the heaving of her breasts against his chest. Morgana lifts a pale, delicate hand and for a brief moment gently caresses Merlin's cheek before grasping his chin to force his gaze forward, her nails digging in and forming marks that he willed be hard-pressed to explain away tomorrow.
"All it would take right now is a scream, a few tears, an accusation... and you would be executed by dawn." Morgana smiled. It was a cold, smug grin that twists her ethereal beauty into someone Merlin no longer recognizes. "Don't ever forget who I am, Merlin. No one will ever believe you, just stay out of my way and you might survive."
She shoves at him as she backs away. He closes his eyes as his skull once again smacks into the wall and does not open them again until the clicking of her footsteps has faded into the background noises of the citadel. Merlin prays that she believes he closed his eyes in surrender instead of trying to hide the gold that blazed within.
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Corners - the verb.
Date: 2011-02-25 06:17 am (UTC)The setting sun bathes one half of the alcove in a warm golden glow, the other half has already succumbed to the shadows of the approaching night. In the semi-darkness Morgana presses close to Merlin, the jewels on her bodice digging into his skin through the thin linen tunic. Merlin presses his palms hard against the rough wall behind him, fighting the urge to touch, to caress, the soft form leaning into him. His body betrays him as he cannot help but imagine ivory thighs and quiet moans. Morgana tilts her face forward and Merlin knocks into the stone as he jerks his head to the side to avoid her lips. She laughes at him, a derisive chuckle that he feels as much as he hears. A few quick, hot puffs of air ghosting along his jaw and the heaving of her breasts against his chest. Morgana lifts a pale, delicate hand and for a brief moment gently caresses Merlin's cheek before grasping his chin to force his gaze forward, her nails digging in and forming marks that he willed be hard-pressed to explain away tomorrow.
"All it would take right now is a scream, a few tears, an accusation... and you would be executed by dawn." Morgana smiled. It was a cold, smug grin that twists her ethereal beauty into someone Merlin no longer recognizes. "Don't ever forget who I am, Merlin. No one will ever believe you, just stay out of my way and you might survive."
She shoves at him as she backs away. He closes his eyes as his skull once again smacks into the wall and does not open them again until the clicking of her footsteps has faded into the background noises of the citadel. Merlin prays that she believes he closed his eyes in surrender instead of trying to hide the gold that blazed within.