Merlin: Merlin/Morgana
Title: Dance With Me
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Morgana/Merlin
Theme: Dance
Rating: G
Words: Over five hundred. I do apologise, I can't make it any shorter.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Also posted on Camelot_drabble
Merlin discovered that Morgana loved to dance when he found her twirling in her bedchambers one warm evening, she was humming a medley that hours before had been played for the royal court on the day of a ceremony. She didn't notice him as he watched her in his spot by the doorway, even if her eyes were open, he doubted that she would have seen him. Her mind was focused on her dance, as beautiful and proud as she was, with her graceful movements and slow twirling.
As she hummed and danced, she smiled happily. Her entire face brightened when she smiled like that, and had her eyes been open, they would have smiled too. Her dance began to get faster as the medley sped up, and suddenly she was twirling and her feet were going from one place to another rapidly.
A little too quickly.
It was only when she was in another spectacular twirl that she tripped off the hem of her dress and fell onto her bed. Her face puckered up as she fell, though she began to laugh the moment of impact. Her eyes opened as she calmed down her breathing, and that was when she caught sight of Merlin.
"Merlin?" She asked in surprise as she got herself into a sitting position on the bed. "What are you doing here?"
He felt his face redden and his throat constrict, he was embarrassed that he had been caught by her and for once did not know what to say.
"I was sent by Gaius to give you your sleeping draught," he finally stammered out awkwardly, he wished that the floor would swallow him up whole so that he could never see her again. He moved over to the table in the centre of the room, tripped over his own two feet in his haste to leave, and as he steadied himself, the bottle dropped to the floor and smashed.
He quickly grabbed a bucket and rag to clean up his mess. His face was red with humiliation as he thought of how he longed for the floor to actually swallow him up and bring him back to Ealdor.
Perhaps there is a spell for that somewhere in the book that Gaius gave you. He thought to himself as he mentally told himself that he better go check when he was finished with cleaning his mess.
Morgana called out to him as he got on his hands and knees and began to clean up, though he didn't look up. He couldn't look up and face her, not yet anyway. He would never find the courage to make eye contact or gaze at her again.
"Merlin, it is alright." Morgana knelt down beside him and grabbed his hand. "I'll help you clean this up, and you can stay and talk with me if you'd like."
Together they picked up the glass and washed away the draught from the floor, and all the while Morgana spoke to him about her day, the beautiful music that was played for their enjoyment, and how she loved to dance.
"It may look like I am only dancing because I have to," she said as she wiped away the last of the liquid from the floor and put the rag into the bucket. "but I do love it so much, Merlin. What about you? Do you love to dance?"
"I don't know how to," admitted Merlin after some pause. His mood had lightened up considerably since his mishap. Upon her questioning look, he added. "In Ealdor we used to hold these celebrations where there was traditional dances of my village, but that is all I know. I can't dance like you and Arthur."
Morgana's eyes brightened when she found that she finally had a student that she could teach, and her smile was one of happiness and not of mockery. "Well, I'll teach you how to dance like one of us."
She stood up and held out her hand for him, she looked so exhilarted that Merlin felt that it would insult her if he backed down now. Happily he grasped her hand and pulled himself up.
"Dance with me, Merlin," said Morgana silkily. She pulled him towards her and placed his right hand on her waist.
Fandom: BBC Merlin
Pairing: Morgana/Merlin
Theme: Dance
Rating: G
Words: Over five hundred. I do apologise, I can't make it any shorter.
Warnings: None.
Notes: Also posted on Camelot_drabble
Merlin discovered that Morgana loved to dance when he found her twirling in her bedchambers one warm evening, she was humming a medley that hours before had been played for the royal court on the day of a ceremony. She didn't notice him as he watched her in his spot by the doorway, even if her eyes were open, he doubted that she would have seen him. Her mind was focused on her dance, as beautiful and proud as she was, with her graceful movements and slow twirling.
As she hummed and danced, she smiled happily. Her entire face brightened when she smiled like that, and had her eyes been open, they would have smiled too. Her dance began to get faster as the medley sped up, and suddenly she was twirling and her feet were going from one place to another rapidly.
A little too quickly.
It was only when she was in another spectacular twirl that she tripped off the hem of her dress and fell onto her bed. Her face puckered up as she fell, though she began to laugh the moment of impact. Her eyes opened as she calmed down her breathing, and that was when she caught sight of Merlin.
"Merlin?" She asked in surprise as she got herself into a sitting position on the bed. "What are you doing here?"
He felt his face redden and his throat constrict, he was embarrassed that he had been caught by her and for once did not know what to say.
"I was sent by Gaius to give you your sleeping draught," he finally stammered out awkwardly, he wished that the floor would swallow him up whole so that he could never see her again. He moved over to the table in the centre of the room, tripped over his own two feet in his haste to leave, and as he steadied himself, the bottle dropped to the floor and smashed.
He quickly grabbed a bucket and rag to clean up his mess. His face was red with humiliation as he thought of how he longed for the floor to actually swallow him up and bring him back to Ealdor.
Perhaps there is a spell for that somewhere in the book that Gaius gave you. He thought to himself as he mentally told himself that he better go check when he was finished with cleaning his mess.
Morgana called out to him as he got on his hands and knees and began to clean up, though he didn't look up. He couldn't look up and face her, not yet anyway. He would never find the courage to make eye contact or gaze at her again.
"Merlin, it is alright." Morgana knelt down beside him and grabbed his hand. "I'll help you clean this up, and you can stay and talk with me if you'd like."
Together they picked up the glass and washed away the draught from the floor, and all the while Morgana spoke to him about her day, the beautiful music that was played for their enjoyment, and how she loved to dance.
"It may look like I am only dancing because I have to," she said as she wiped away the last of the liquid from the floor and put the rag into the bucket. "but I do love it so much, Merlin. What about you? Do you love to dance?"
"I don't know how to," admitted Merlin after some pause. His mood had lightened up considerably since his mishap. Upon her questioning look, he added. "In Ealdor we used to hold these celebrations where there was traditional dances of my village, but that is all I know. I can't dance like you and Arthur."
Morgana's eyes brightened when she found that she finally had a student that she could teach, and her smile was one of happiness and not of mockery. "Well, I'll teach you how to dance like one of us."
She stood up and held out her hand for him, she looked so exhilarted that Merlin felt that it would insult her if he backed down now. Happily he grasped her hand and pulled himself up.
"Dance with me, Merlin," said Morgana silkily. She pulled him towards her and placed his right hand on her waist.