Shape of You
Fandom: Merlin
Ship: ArMor - Arthur & Morgana
Warnings: Smut, lots of smut, mild language? Possible incest?? Unprotected sex... and more smut! Did I mention smut?
Notes: Well this ended differently than expected. Anyways. It's based pre-season one of BBC's Merlin so you can either take it as an AU where Arthur and Morgana aren't related or as a Luke and Leia ignorance is bliss kinda thing. It's not fully Game of Thrones just yet. Young ones, guard your eyes! If you don't like it, don't read it. K that's all thanks enjoy!
The feast was full of merriment celebrating Morgana's birthday. At eighteen, she had officially come of age. Maidens in Camelot were considered of age at fifteen, but maidens of the court, especially the King's Ward, had to wait three years later. Between the ages of fifteen and eighteen, the maidens of the court learned how to be refined and the art of presenting one's self in court and the presence of royalty. At the end of their training, they were granted titles and eligible to marry. Not like Morgana needed much practice. She grew up in the court from a young age, raised by King Uther himself, and served as his Ward. Now her title was official. She was named Lady Morgana of Camelot. But that was not all that her name would be. Earlier that day, she had gone to see the King, to request that he go with her for a morning ride.
"Are you certain, Sire?" The court physician's voice could be heard from just outside the door. "Of course I am, Gaius. I love Morgana as if she were my own daughter and I intend for her to be so someday." The girl in question pauses, she could hear the smile in the King's voice. "They certainly are a good match. But are you sure raising them so closely has not led to a sibling-like bond?" Gaius' voice rang with concern. "Nonsense! If anything it taught them to work well together, to be a team!" "What about love?" "I'm sure love won't be a problem. Have you seen the way they look at each other when they think no one else is watching?" Morgana pressed her ear to the door, imagining Uther beaming with pride. "It is an excellent match! Arthur and Morgana will be married! They'll-" "They'll protest, Sire." "Of course they'll protest! They are too stubborn not to! But eventually they'll admit their feelings for each other! And they'll have the rest of their lives to do so."
Walking away from the door, her heart pounded as she thought over what she had just heard. Inside her something clicked. Uther was right. If Morgana had to admit it at some point, she may as well admit it to herself now. She had feelings for Prince Arthur. He may tease her and she may taunt him, they bicker and swordfight to resolve their disagreements, but at the end of the day there was no one else Morgana would rather be in the company of than Arthur Pendragon. The thought of marrying him made her feel as if she was walking on air. She began to wonder how long it would be until she could marry him. By the old gods! She cared for him.
The music persuaded young gentlemen from across the land to ask the Lady Morgana to dance. And dance with them she did. The first dance was reserved for King Uther, in proxy for her father who was dead. It was the last dance between father and daughter, signifying her entrance to the world as a woman, no more her father's daughter. With knights and noblemen alike she danced, but the one she truly wished to dance with eluded her all evening.
Finally finding the perfect time to slip away, when everyone was drunk on merriment and wine, she finds Prince Arthur in corner of the room. Pulling him away from the girl he was flirting with, Morgana drags him out into the hall, ignoring his protests and questions. It wasn't until they had rounded the corner nearest her bedchambers that she stopped pulling on his hand. "Kiss me." She demands. "What?" He says in confusion. "Kiss me, Arthur." "Morgana, you're drunk." She laughs and shakes her head. "No, I'm not. I haven't touched the wine all night. I want you to kiss me." "Alright. Fine." He quickly pecks her cheek. "There." Morgana rolls her eyes. "Not like that!" "Well how else do you want me to kiss you? On the forehead?" "No! On the lips! A real kiss!" It was Arthur's turn to roll his eyes. "Don't be ridiculous. People will see."
Without another word, she drags him around the corner and into her bedchambers, slamming the door behind them. "There! No one will see us now!" She lets go of his hand and begins to loosen the laces on her dress. "NOW what are you doing?" Arthur sighs. "Can't you tell? I'm making myself appealing." She replies with a smirk.
"You're a beautiful girl Morgana, as I'm sure all of those fools you were dancing with can attest. There's no need for this nonsense." "Arthur, sometimes you can be so infuriating!" Morgana declares with an exasperated sigh. "Are you really that dense that you don't see what's right in front of you? I don't care about any of those fools! I could march right up to any of them and say a single word and he would follow me to bed, but I don't want them! I want you." She allows her dress to fall around her shoulders and onto the floor as she says this, standing before him now in only her white sleeveless underdress. Arthur's cheeks flush as he struggles to keep his eyes on her face, a desire arising in him that he hoped wouldn't betray him.
"Morgana we can't. It wouldn't be right." "Why not? We've kissed before!" "When we were children!" "You kissed me just last week." "It was in jest. The heat of the moment. A game. It's different now." "Why? Because it would mean something?" "Yes! No! I mean! I don't know!" Morgana inched closer to him, her hands reached out towards his chest. The more he fumbled his words, the more courage she had. Beginning to untie his jacket, she looks coyly up at him. Instead of responding to him, she drops his jacket to the ground. Next she fiddles with the laces on his trousers. "If you want me to stop, just say the word."
Silence. He made no move to stop her, which he could have easily done if he wanted. In truth, Morgana meant more to him than any of the other girls he would flirt with. The other girls were emptyheaded and only cared about his title and tournament wins. With Morgana, he could have intelligent conversation and she would challenge him to duels. Not only that, but she could beat him too. He never let her win either. She was skilled enough to best him on her own. He admired that about her.
He moves her hands off of his trousers and takes a step back and Morgana holds her breath, thinking he might leave. To her surprise, he bolts the door and takes off his shirt, revealing his muscled chest. She could look at that all day. But it was night. And she was overcome with desire. He was too apparently. With his shirt gone and trouser laces undone, she could see what he truly wished for, despite the denials that fell from his lips. Taking courage from this, she does something she never thought she would have had the strength to do. Morgana takes his hands into hers and guides them up and down her sides before wrapping his arms around her waist. Her shift was thin and hugged her curves, letting him feel every part of her through the fabric. She then ran her fingers through his hair, pulling his head down near to her lips.
"Tell me you don't want this too." The warmth of her skin, the closeness of their bodies, it was too much for Arthur to withstand. In one eager breath he closes the space between them, kissing her lips hungrily and pressing her body up into his. She could feel his desire for her pushing through the fabric of her shift, which only encouraged her to deepen the kiss. Arthur pulls away, his eyes wide in awe and his breath taken away. Morgana's expression mirrored his. She wanted a taste, to see what it would feel like to be kissed by him, and she got it.
All it took was that one taste. Without a word, they were back at each other, she running her fingers wildly through his hair, he leaning down grasping at the skirt of her underdress. Morgana pulls him with her towards the bed as Arthur pulls off her underdress. It was becoming increasingly difficult for Arthur's trousers to contain him; soon they too fell on the floor, discarded with Morgana's clothes. Neither of them knew who did it though, so wrapped up in each other were they that they barely even noticed the vase on the nightstand fall crashing to the floor. Morgana pulls Arthur down onto the bed with her, blankets and pillows falling off of the bed as they go.
Arthur breaks their kiss just long enough to look down into her eyes, a very serious look on his face. "Do you truly want this?" Morgana responds by wrapping her legs around Arthur's torso, flipping them over so she is on top, leaning down and giving him another kiss, this time half on his lips and half on his jaw. "Yes." She answers. "More than anything." She gulps before speaking again. "You?" Morgana didn't want to force Arthur into anything he was uncomfortable with. Besides, she had only asked for a kiss and she got more than that. It was less than a second before Arthur replied, but to Morgana it felt like an eternity.
He chuckles and looks down between them, making a point of his erection. "What do you think? Of course I want this." Morgana blushes, giggling a little. "I just wanted to be sure." She plants a kiss on his jaw, softly working her way to his neck and down his chest. He stops her before she could go any further, taking a hand off of her side to pull her chin gently back to his lips. He kisses her once more, this time tenderly. "It's your birthday, Morgana. Let me take care of you." Her stomach fluttering and heart pounding, she allows Arthur to guide their bodies as he carefully rolls them back over. This time, instead of one of them being on top, he lays by her side, propped on one elbow leaving his other hand free to wander her body.
Arthur cups her breast with his free hand, his thumb lightly running over the nipple. His lips reconnect with hers, his tongue dancing on the tip of her mouth. With a grin, Morgana parts her mouth enough to let his tongue in and he wastes no time swirling his tongue inside her cheeks. In her stomach, Morgana could feel a heat rising up and an eagerness between her legs; the desire to have Arthur between them. She turns on her side, taking her arms to wrap around Arthur and pulling herself close to him. When she was completely pressed up against him, she slid one of her legs between his.
Suddenly she snaps back from the kiss. "I need you, Arthur." Her voice was barely above a whisper; a wonton plee to be filled. He smiles, his free hand moving from her breast down her stomach. He could feel in the way she pressed up against him what she wanted. Lower his hand drifts, until he reaches the spot that makes her squirm. Morgana sucks in a deep breath, anticipation driving her mad. "You have me." Arthur says, voice full of lust as he slides his hand around her sensitive sex. Already Arthur was more than ready to put himself inside her, but since Morgana was a maid he decided to prepare her body for him.
His fingers search, a twitch of pleasure hits him when he finds that moist warmth. Still smiling, he looks into her eyes. "Are you ready?" His fingers brush lightly over her entrance, letting her moisture coat his fingers. Once more Morgana bites her lower lip seductively and at the nod of her head, he slips his fingers into her. First one, then another. Morgana's eyes roll back, her breath taken away. Arthur shifts himself so his other arm reaches around her body so he could support her neck. While her head was laid back, he kisses her neck and part of her chest, his fingers still so she could adjust to the feeling. His thumb strokes her outward entrance, sending jolts of electricity through her body.
The look of pleasure on her face alone was enough to send Arthur over the edge, but instead he restrains himself and puts his eagerness to use by beginning to slowly move his fingers in and out. "You'll tell me if this hurts?" He says softly placing a kiss on her neck behind the lobe of her ear. "Mmm." The quiet moan was the only response she gave. Her hands had moved from him to her own breasts, clinging to them for support. "Let me get that." Arthur nuzzles her hands away from her perfectly shaped ivory breasts, showering them with affection. Her arms moved to grasp at the blankets, his fingers movement in and out of her combined with his lips all over her body overloading her senses.
Arthur's lips parted, his mouth covering her nipple as he sent his tongue swirling around it. "More!" Morgana's demand comes out as a whimpering moan, her nails digging through the blankets. Arthur sucks in on her nipple, then swirls his tongue around again, while below his fingers picked up the pace. Oh how he loved the sound of her moan! He moved his head from one breast to the next, giving a final kiss on the one he left. The cool air from the open window brushed over the now-exposed breast sending shivers of pleasure down Morgana's spine.
After spending some time on her other breast, Arthur's fingers were going as fast as he could. Judging by the frequency of moans falling from Morgana's lips, he could tell she was beginning to get close to the edge. He kisses his way back up to her jaw, inserting a third finger inside of her as their lips once more interlock. Morgana somehow finds herself able to release the bedsheets, sending her fingers through his hair as they kissed. Their lips moved slowly about at first, then picked up speed as Arthur's three fingers find their rhythm. This time it was Morgana who ran her tongue across Arthur's lips looking for a way in. No sooner does he open them and her tongue darts inside.
After some time of this, Morgana releases his lips, pushing his head down with a smirk. Arthur looks into her eyes reading in them what she wanted and he trails his lips down, leaving kisses and licks as he went. It was just as well. His fingers were getting tired and he wanted her to finish at her own pace. He takes her fingers out of her and she parts her legs for him, wide enough to fit his head and shoulders between them. Taking a moment to stick his fingers in his mouth, her makes of point of getting her to watch him enjoy her taste. Her eyes widen at him, mesmerized.
Gently he moves her on the bed into a position he could easily access without falling off. Morgana watched Arthur as he takes her legs and puts them on his shoulder, enjoying the view of his muscled chest. She was almost disappointed when her view disappeared, but before she could dwell on it she felt his warm tongue slip inside her where his fingers had once been. "Arthur!" Morgana cries out. Before he could pull out to ask her if he had hurt her, she quickly follows up with praise. "Yes! More!" He chuckles at her revelries, sending waves of vibration from his mouth into her body, triggering more moans and exclamations from Morgana's lips.
Her breathing increases as his tongue finds the right speed, his hands resting on the inside of her thighs. Morgana's hands soon find her breasts once more, squeezing them with each wave of pleasure Arthur's mouth sent through her body. It wasn't long until he had her writhing, unsure what else to do with all of the pleasure coursing through her. Praises mixed with Arthur's name fell constantly from her lips, growing louder with each flick of his tongue hitting her sweet spot. Before they were being careful, her voice muffled. But now she didn't care if the whole castle heard.
This was so much better all of those lonely nights Morgana's hands would run down her own body, images of Arthur dancing through her head. Just thinking of him would bring her to her limits, but never quite close enough. Having him here with her, in her, was far more pleasurable than anything she had imagined. Her body twitched, all of her might focused on the sensations, but still it took Arthur moving his hands to her stomach to hold her steady. Her hips buckled wanting him to go further into her, her shouts demanding he do so as well.
The heat that had been building in her core finally burst with screams of delight and calling out Arthur's name. He waited until the very last of her had poured out into his mouth and with a laugh he places tender kisses on the inside of her thighs. "Do you like this?" Arthur murmurs kissing his way back up her form. "Were my shouts of exaltation not enough?" Morgana breathlessly teases. He chuckles and kisses her lips, his tongue sliding past them and running along the roof of her mouth. She hums in content at the salty taste of herself mixed with the sweet taste of him, her hands moving from her breasts to stroke his chest.
"I loved it." Morgana finally confesses. Her eyes drift to take in more of his naked body, wanting to properly enjoy the view. She stops when she sees just past his abdomen. "Why Arthur, you're-!" Her sentence cuts off in awe and Arthur follows her gaze. He was so erect from just hearing her cries of ecstasy he probably could have come undone. "I, uh-" Arthur pauses confused as to how to answer her. Quickly connecting the dots, she reaches out her hand from his chest to stroke him, her touch light. Arthur moans in response, a hunger welling up inside of him and showing on the outside.
"I know you said to take care of me. But you need taking care of too." Arthur moves her hands off of him motioning for Morgana to lie on her back. "Do you have it in you for another round?" He asks. Instantly her legs spread and she moves her finger in a gesture for him to get closer to her. He reaches down between her legs and feels that she was still moistened from before. Grinning, he aligns his hips with hers. Once he enters her, he can already feel some relief. "Is this okay?" He makes sure to wait for her nod before beginning to thrust.
Arthur starts slow, knowing his erection was larger than his tongue and fingers. Even though he had just opened her up with them, he wanted to make sure thrusting into her wasn't going to hurt her. His arms were on either side of her breasts and he leaned down to kiss them fondly. "Faster." Morgana commands to his surprise. His hips pick up speed just a bit, sliding in and out of her. "MORE, ARTHUR!" He picks up the pace, his throbbing easing with every thrust until finally, with an animalistic growl, he feels release. So loud was he, that Arthur didn't notice Morgana's moans and shouts along with his.
Although he had already finished, he could tell by the way she was still shouting his name that Morgana was close to coming again. He kept up a pace slower than he had, but still enough for her to finish. It didn't take much longer until she was screaming his name again, louder than before, if that was even possible. He grins looking into her eyes, watching her mouth as her lips form his name, feeling the rise and fall of her breasts with each thrust he put into her.
Once she was done, she pulls him down for a kiss, locking her lips with his in a manner so gentle he almost couldn't feel it. He takes himself out of her and lies down next to her on his back. Morgana didn't waste any time laying her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Arthur returns the gesture, pulling her body close to his and placing a kiss on the top of her head.
"Arthur?" She says quietly after a half an hour of comfortable silence between them. "Yes, Morgana?" He mumbles already half asleep. She traces her fingers lazily across his chest and abdomen, drawing patterns mindlessly. "What would you say if we could do this every night?" Her voice timid and she held her breath after saying it. "Are you already eager for our next encounter?" Arthur laughs a little. "That's not what I mean..." "What do you mean, then?" Her skin felt cool to the touch and he rubs his hands on her arms to warm her. Pretty soon they would have to move for him to get her a blanket. "I overheard your father talking to Gaius today." This peeked his interest. "It's rude to eavesdrop" he begins to say. "You would have done the same." She responds. "You're right, I would have. What did they say?" His question was met with silence.
"Whatever it is, you can tell me." He nudges her a little to make sure she hadn't fallen asleep. "I" she begins before falling silent again. Never before had she been so nervous about telling him something. He pulls away just enough to look into her eyes. "Morgana?" "Uther means for us to be married." She blurts it out all at once, covering her mouth with her hands when she was done. Her eyes darted about, unsure of how he would react.
Arthur needed a moment to process. Setting her down, he gets out of bed and picks up one of the blankets that had fallen on the floor as Morgana bolts up in bed, drawing her knees to her chest to cover herself. She fully expected him to leave the room, but instead he returned and laid down next to her again, covering them both with the blanket. "Are you sure?" He asks when they were both settled once more. Morgana nods, looking like a frightened doe. While Arthur was annoyed his father had already begun to plan who he was going to marry without considering Arthur's feelings, it's not like he was surprised.
"Please say something." Morgana was still looking at Arthur, waiting for him to respond. He had feelings for her, sure. They had already spent most of their lives together, would it really be so bad as to spend the rest of their lives? If he was told this information before they shared intimacy, he would have fought his father on the matter. Perhaps it was best he learned from her. Was it possible Morgana had feelings for him too? He had hoped to wait to do something like this on his own.
The idea of an arranged marriage frightened Morgana beyond belief. If it wasn't to Arthur, it would be someone else. In truth, she was glad it was Arthur. She trusted him. Trust wasn't something that came easily to her. Arthur knew that. He sighs as Morgana looked as if she was about to leave. "I care about you. A lot." He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers. "I've always wanted us to be together, but in our own way." Morgana breathes as if it was the first time since she asked him to say something. "I always thought we would have more time." "More time for what?" She asks confused. "To fall in love."
"What if I already have?" She says hesitantly. Arthur wasn't sure he heard right. "Pardon?" Morgana gulps, readying herself for the worst. "What if I've already fallen in love with you?" Arthur leans over, kissing her softly. "Then what do you say we beat him to it?" He raises his eyebrows with a grin. "What do you mean?" Morgana frowns. "What if we announce our engagement before Father can order us to get married?" "But Arthur-" "I'm serious. We could finally have his approval and our freewill."
She was pleasantly surprised by his suggestion. "Are you asking me to marry you?" "I suppose I am. Unofficially, of course." "How romantic." "You gave me your maidenhood, it's about as romantic as we can get in this situation." Arthur laughs. "Oh shut up." Morgana rolls her eyes and lays back down in his waiting arms. "I'll expect a token of your marriage offer in the morning." She retorts with a smirk. They chatted for a little while after that, until finally they drifted off to sleep, still holding each other close.