I get that this is tiny. Deal. It needs to be because of the shifting perspectives.

Morgan could feel the moment he lost control of his magic. The power flooded into her, sweet and burning and delicious and agony. She writhed against his body, so hard and demanding above her. They kissed, but she paid it little mind when she felt the magic pour into her as he reached a hand down and brushed her sex. Her own voice was harsh and hoarse, like Merlin's was. "Please. Goddess. Do it! Now! Just…please!"

He finally obeyed her command. She felt his tip enter her and then every inch of scorching flesh, as he filled her, body and soul with flesh and magic. The feeling was beyond anything her mind could even form a thought for. Once he was sheathed fully, he paused and placed a gentle hand on her face. She opened eyes she hadn't realized she'd closed. "Morgan, let me in. Set yourself free and let me inside."

She understood. She bucked up, driving him even deeper and setting a quick, agonizing rhythm. She panted and gasped with every roll of her hips or jerk of his. Merlin was made no sound but for the harsh breaths through his nose. His fingers on her hips tightened, digging in and leaving marks. She could feel him close, in the hitch of his breath and the demand of his hands and the sweat pearling on the scarred beauty of his face and chest. She opened her magic to his and he came inside her, hard. She followed him over the edge an instant later.

When they both resurfaced from their respective highs, she could feel that there was something different.

Their coupling had changed something.