Disclaimer: I don't own Merlin... Bugger.

Merlin shoved her against the wall, his lips attacking her neck and his hands delving into her hair.

"Merlin." She mumbled trying to push him back. He raised his head and leant forward to kiss her lips. He stopped when her hand covered his lips, pushing him back slightly. He raised an eyebrow at her, unable to ask around her hand.

"You still taste like blood." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. "Here. Drink." She ordered her eyes flashing gold as a cup flew from the table into her left hand. Merlin stepped back, taking the cup and downing it quickly. He chucked the cup over his shoulder and swooped down to press his lips against hers. She moaned at the contact.

"Better?" He uttered against her lips.

"Much." She pulled his head down to hers roughly. Her tongue battled his. Merlin pressed her back against the wall of her hovel, his body covering her small frame. His hands moved down her sides and began bunching her skirts. She shivered as her legs were slowly exposed to the cold night air. She jumped slightly when his hands touched her skin. He pulled her left thigh up and hitched it around his waist. He repeated the action with her right leg and lifted her against the wall.

He pushed himself against her, eliciting a moan. Her hands had made their way under his tunic and journeyed over his hidden muscles. She pulled away from his lips and looked him dead in the eyes, "I'm still furious at you."

"Yes, I can tell." He deadpanned looking down at their position. "Why don't you show me just how furious you are?"

"You're infuriating."

"You're devious." He whispered in her ear. He delighted in her shiver as his breath ghosted over her skin.

"Servant." She whispered back.

"Witch."

"Sorcerer." She hissed and bit his ear. He pulled back from her, his blue eyes dark and full of fire.

"Warlock." She shivered at the tone of his voice. He surged forward and thrust his tongue in her mouth. She rolled her hips against his. He bucked forward and held her tightly against the wall. Her black dress felt unreasonably warm and tight under his hands, which were caressing her sides. She moaned when they came up to cup her breasts through the fabric.

Merlin moved his hands underneath her and pulled her off the wall. He stumbled toward the bed and fell back pulling Morgana with him. Morgana straddled him on the bed. She glanced down at the man beneath her. His lips were deliciously swollen, his hair sticking out in every direction and he looked utterly delectable. His hands were resting lightly on her hips as he watched the woman above him.

"Too many clothes." She mumbled under her breath. She placed her hands on the hem of his tunic before moving them to rest on his chest, she sat back on his thighs. He raised an eyebrow at her, still lying prone beneath her. "Show me, almighty Warlock, just how gifted you truly are."

He sat up, his forehead rested against hers. Her jade eyes watched his lips move as words of the Old Religion fell from his tongue. His voice was deeper than she believed possible and she heard his desire. Her eyes met his as they burnt a brilliant gold, shining in the dark hovel. She shivered as she felt the cold air touched her bare skin. He kept his eyes on her as his hands slithered up her sides to cup her breasts. She gasped at the feeling of his calloused hands on her skin. Her own hands moved tentatively over his naked chest.

His hands continued to massage her as she gasped and brought their lips together again. Merlin groaned when she pressed herself fully against him. His hands dropped back to her hips and he marvelled in the soft body that pressed sensuously against his. His hips bucked up both groaned at the skin on skin contact, relishing the feeling without clothing. He felt the passion in her kiss and returned it with fervour. He rolled them over on the bed so he hovered above her.

Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist, he was aching, throbbing, to be inside her. He could tell she wanted the same thing, but he needed to hear her beg. He kissed her roughly as his right hand travelled down her side, over her left thigh and back up to where she craved it.

Her head fell back against the bed when his hand casually touched her aching centre. Her eyes looked back at Merlin and saw him smirking down at her. She was about to reply with a snarky comment when he started to push his finger inside her. Her body arched enticingly under his.

"Do you want this, Morgana?" He whispered teasingly in her ear, as he brought his chest down upon hers, relishing the feeling of her breasts heaving against him. "How long has it been since someone touched you like this, Morgana?" She was unable to reply as his finger slowly thrust into her. She shivered at his words.

"How do you feel knowing that I'm making you feel such pleasure?" He added another finger at the last word. She threw her head back and moaned loudly. Her hands fisted in his hair at the sensations her created in her body. "Answer me, Morgana." He ordered.

She opened her eyes and looked in his, the blue from his eyes had completely disappeared, and only lust remained. "Good." She moaned out then gasped as he thrust roughly with his fingers.

"Only good? I might as well stop." He began pulling his fingers slowly from her.

"Don't stop!" He smirked down at her and fully removed his fingers. She scowled up at him but opened her mouth when she felt him poised at her entrance.

"Are you sure?" He asked quietly. She looked up in his eyes. She was startled at the genuine concern she saw in his eyes, this was the boy she used to know, used to love. After all he'd been through this night, the past couple years, he still cared enough about her to ask. She smiled softly at him and nodded. He returned the smile and bent to give her a chaste kiss.

"Good, cause I've wanted this for too long now." He told her honestly, his lips moving over hers. He pulled his face away to watch her expression as he slowly entered her. Her eyes closed and her nails dug into his shoulders at the pain, it had been too long. She took a deep breath when he was fully inside her as she adjusted to the sensations.

His head dropped on to her chest at the feeling of being inside the beautiful woman he had always wanted. His head rose with every breath she took. He kissed her skin softly.

Morgana rolled her hips slowly. Merlin groaned. A delighted smirk settled on her lips as she repeated the action. Merlin's hand rested firmly on her abdomen as he pushed himself up to look at her.

"You keep doing that and this will be over very quickly." She smirked at him playfully and rolled her hips again. He growled at her through his clenched teeth. He pulled out of her and slammed back in. She shuddered and moaned at the sensations. He continued to slowly thrust into her, delighting in the moans she gave off. He slowed down, causing her to scowl.

"Say my name." He whispered as he slowly moved back inside her. She shook her head and wriggled about, wanting him to move faster. "Say it." She shook her head in defiance once more. He smirked back at her then. She was oddly turned on at Merlin's dark side and was hopeful she was the only one to see it.

He pulled out and moved faster into her. "Say it!" He growled at her every time he entered her again. She had thrown her head back on the pillows and her moans grew in volume as she climbed to her peak. She could feel every part of Merlin as he entered her. Her hands traced his chest and occasionally ran through his hair. She felt his muscles strain under her hands and the sweat staining his skin.

She gasped as Merlin changed the angle hitting a spot that caused her legs to tighten around him, keeping him close. He kept pounding into that spot as she gasped.

"M… Me…" She moaned out, stopping herself from saying his name.

"Say it!" He ordered.

"MERLIN!" She cried out as she climaxed. Her body taut as the feeling of euphoria washed over her. Her body arched off the bed. She fell back once the feeling passed through her. Merlin's pace increased as he thrust a few more times before his own climax hit.

"Morgana!" He moaned into her neck. Her hands came to wrap around him, holding him against her as they both basked in the after glow. He softly kissed her neck, trailing kisses up to her lips.

She looked into his face and brushed the hair from his forehead. He bent down to kiss her again.

"You're beautiful." He breathed against her lips. "Always have been, and always will be." She smiled up at him.

"Thank you, Merlin." He chuckled at her reply.

"Anytime." He said seductively, giving her a wink. She laughed with him. He rolled to the side and pulled her with him. She placed her head against his chest, both hands winding around his waist. She felt him kiss her hair lovingly.

"Thank you, for saving me." Her hand traced patterns over his pale chest. She kissed his chest, unable to reply with words. She didn't know what had possessed her to help the man next to her, her former enemy? What was he now?

"What happens now?"

"Well, I was thinking we could sleep." He said lightly. She smacked his chest playfully and pushed herself up on her elbow. He sighed at her unimpressed look and pulled her into a hug. "Just sleep, Morgana. We'll sort it out in the morning. We both need rest." She nodded and rested her head back on his chest. She breathed and snuggled closer to the warmth of his body.

She couldn't go back to hating him now, not after the feelings he managed to ignite within her. She yawned quietly and settled down to sleep. Things would be clearer tomorrow. Hopefully.

AN: So, here it is. Chapter number two. And the smut. Good old Mergana smut.

This is the first smut I've written, so feedback would be nice, for my other stories... ;)

Review, tell me what you think. I might continue with this. Depends when the plot bunnies attack.