Fic: Things You Shouldn't Do With Your Best Friend's Older Sister (Pt 2 of 3)

[gnimaerd]

Title: Things You Shouldn't Do With Your Best Friend's Older Sister
Pairing: Merlin/Morgana
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Awkward, sweaty smut.
Summary: Modern-day AU - Merlin certainly didn't mean to lose his virginity to his best friend's older sister. It just kind of... happens.

A/N: This is a continuation of the first third or so that was written for merlin_rarepair 's AU challenge. I thought that bit would be the first three quarters of it but actually the rest of it was more than double what I'd originally written so, uh... yeah. :P Anyway, thanks to nikkidarling for acting as my beta; the final part of this will be up tomorrow.

Part One (which, confusingly enough, had to be split across two LJ  posts, which this one also needs to be) can be found here.

 

Things You Shouldn't Do With Your Best Friend's Older Sister Pt2 of 3

It takes him two days, but he remembers eventually. The conversation comes back to him in a bolt at about three in the morning and he sits up, blinking, thinking – did she – did she actually – ?

He goes over to the Pendragon mansion the next day, when he knows Arthur will be at rugby practice, with his hair combed and his new favourite jacket on.

Morgana answers the door in her pyjamas, looking bemused. “What are you doing here?”

He’s feeling cocky, so he grins up at her from the front step. “You said you’d go out with me.”

There’s a pause, as she contemplates him, and her lips twitch, and he can’t tell if she looks… sort of pleased?

“What, now?” She asks.

He shrugs, “if you want.”

“Where to?”

“Um…” he considers, “where do you want to go?”

She hovers, thinking – her eyes soften; she bites her lip. “Hang on a second.”

It takes her ten minutes to reappear, fully dressed, purse tucked under one arm – she grabs his elbow as she sweeps past him. “Come on then. I know a place.”

They walk. It’s a sunny late morning, cool and breezy, the pavements still glittering frost. Morgana’s hair is loose and full of kinks and curls because she hasn’t had time to take the straighteners to it like she normally does. She swings her purse from her fingertips and tips her head up, gazing at the clear blue sky.

Merlin stares at her – doesn’t think he’s ever seen her outside by daylight before. Not this close, anyway.

“Where are we going?”

She shrugs, and grins, “you’ll see.”

“How am I meant to be taking you out if I don’t know where we’re going?”

Morgana laughs, “you’re not taking me out. We’re going out together. You initiated, I picked the place. And we’re splitting the bill. So.”

“Okay,” Merlin says, relieved that he’s only going to have to spend as much as he wants to.

“So,” she begins again, “how’s life at university treating you?”

They have a terrifyingly normal conversation about his subjects, his grades, his next essay deadlines. He’s in first year, she’s newly graduated, still picking haphazardly at her options.

“The only things I really like to do are men and reading,” she says, “and somehow I don’t think Uther would approve of me becoming a prostitute who works out of the library, do you?”

“No,” he agrees, soberly, “probably not.”

She laughs.

Turns out, she’s leading him to a sushi bar. He’s never had sushi before.

“It’s kind of greedy, you know,” he tells her, when they’re sat at the back and she’s eyeing their food with an experienced air, “you’re taking all of my virginities for yourself.”

“You have a sushi-hymen for me to pop?” She lifts her eyebrows, feigning genuine confusion, and he laughs – which she promptly uses as an opportunity to thrust a salmon roll between his lips.

It tastes… odd. Not fishy, though. Different. Sort of clean – clear – sharp. He doesn’t know. Not bad though.

“Done,” she informs him, with a grin. “Quick and painless, Merlin. Do you like it?”

“Mmph,” is all Merlin can manage, around rice and fish and something he suspects is seaweed.

She giggles, and delicately picks up another smaller round of rice with something bright pressed into its centre, like a jewel – he can’t tell whether it’s more fish or just a vegetable.

Some of it he can’t stomach – but most of it he can. Morgana is patient with him, picking out what she thinks he’ll like and telling him what’s in each piece.

“My mother liked sushi,” she tells him, “I always thought it looked so pretty but I never liked any of it. Then when she died I sort of made myself eat it, so I could be like her. I made myself do it so much I got to like it.”

He nods. “My dad,” he begins, abruptly, “met my mum in a chip shop. He worked there. He used to give her free chip butties. That’s all she ever really tells me about him. How weird is that?” He adds, after a moment, “I don’t like chip butties.”

Her lips twitch. “Parents.”

“Yeah, I know.”

They end up talking a lot about their respective childhoods. Morgana’s memories are fond but smeared by the tragic stain of her parents’ demise; Merlin’s are convoluted – he loves his quiet home life with his mother and he loves the village he grew up with, but he hates how every other young person there made his life so difficult. He appreciates the education he received via scholarship at an exclusive boarding school, but he hates that he was derided there as an impoverished country bumpkin; and he hates that upon returning home he was promptly upgraded from simply weird to posh, up himself and weird.

Morgana is sympathetic.

“No one ever knew what to make of me at school, either,” she tells him, “I overdosed on the black eyeliner and nail polish a bit back in the day, which was enough to get me labelled… oh, anything from a slut to some kind of demon-summoner…”

“Bet they left you alone, though,” Merlin says, and she shrugs, noncommittally.

Merlin can’t imagine Morgana being picked on. She’s such a power-house of confidence and self-belief – and she’s pretty and charming and smart, all of which qualities he suspects would have preserved him at least a little in school. But maybe that was part of the problem – pretty, charming and smart can too easily be misconstrued as slutty, sluttier and bitchy, particularly in someone who likely kept herself to herself unless she had some ulterior motive to socialise.

“University’s so much better than school, though,” she tells him, a moment later, “you’ll be fine.”

“I’m already fine,” he tells her, “I’m on a lunch date with a graduate.”

She throws her head when she laughs.

They wonder back to the Pendragon estate after they’ve finished eating – she slips her arm into his as they walk.

“Um…” he checks his watch when they get to the house, “it’s Friday… Arthur’s not going to be back from rugby practice for an hour, is he?”

Morgana shrugs, innocently.

“Um – so we could – I mean, if you want – ” Merlin abruptly realises that he’s never actually initiated the sex before. He either turns up at times when she knows to expect him or she grabs him at an opportune moment whilst he’s meant to be hanging out with Arthur.

“What?” Morgana puts her hands on her hips and arches her brows, “sex? On a first date? What kind of a girl do you think I am, Merlin?”

He’s momentarily confused by her mock-outrage until he catches the sparkle in her eyes and realises that she’s teasing him. He smiles, sheepishly.

“Only… only if you want…”

“Uther’s around,” she waves a hand, “it’s probably not a good idea today.”

“Oh – right.” He realises he sounds extremely disappointed. He is disappointed. He likes having sex with her.

Morgana’s expression momentarily softens. She stands on tip-toes to kiss his cheek – her hair smells different today; she must have changed shampoo brands. “I had a good time, Merlin. We should do this again, okay?”

“We’re not replacing sex with lunch dates, are we?”

She snorts, “not likely. When’s the next time you’re going to be round?”

“Oh um… tomorrow, probably – Arthur says he got something new…”

“Bring condoms,” Morgana advises, “I’m out of them.”

“Ah – yeah, sure.” He’s a mature young man in a sexual relationship – he can buy condoms without experiencing excruciating embarrassment. Of course he can.

“See you tomorrow, Merlin,” she giggles, and disappears inside the house.

The promise of sex (and the knowledge that Morgana is definitely the kind of woman who has her head screwed on firmly enough that she’ll refuse him if they don’t have protection) is enough to chivvy him to the chemist’s that evening though. Still, on finding the right section of the shop, he’s confronted by a bewildering array of brands and sizes and… and… extra things (what the hell are ribs when they’re in latex and why does a condom have them?!)

Okay, now he’s very, very tempted to call Arthur for help. Condoms don’t necessarily mean that he’s having sex – just that he’s preparing for it. Arthur will laugh at him for being clueless but he might actually be of some use.

Except… except…

He calls Gwen.

Gwen at least has the decency to cover the phone whilst she laughs at him, which he appreciates.

“Oh God, Merlin…” she sighs, after she’s regained some composure, “okay – look, just get the normal kind – no… you know, extras. There should be like a Boots own brand – they’re fairly reliable and should be cheap, okay?”

“Yeah but… they come in sizes….”

“…and?”

“Well – how do you – you know – tell…”

“I don’t know, Merlin! I don’t have male genitalia!”

She has to break off to laugh again. Once she stops, she says, “haven’t you been sleeping with this girl for a while now? How come you still don’t know about this stuff?”

“Well Morgana always had condoms!” Merlin snaps, flustered, because an old lady is in the process of hobbling by and is giving him a very strange look.

There was a pause, as he realises what he’s said.

“…Morgana?” Gwen’s voice wavers, “…as in Pendragon? Isn’t she Arthur’s older sister?”

“Uh…” Merlin flounders.

“Is that who you’ve been sleeping with all this time?” Gwen sounds incredulous, “Morgana Pendragon? Tall, gorgeous, gothic – looks like a vampire had sex with Keira Knightly? That Morgana?”

Merlin is ever so slightly peeved by her tone, “is that so hard to believe?”

“Oh! No! I didn’t – I mean – I – just… Morgana Pendragon?”

“Yes,” Merlin retorts, “Morgana Pendragon. Look, you can’t tell anyone, okay, Gwen?”

“Who am I going to tell?” She sounds exasperated. There’s a pause, a soft exhalation of breath, “this is the girl you got all worked up over birthday presents for?”

“Yeah.”

“You got her something though?”

“Bubbles.”

“Bubbles?”

“It’s a thing.”

“…okay.”

He can hear her scrunching up her face on the other end of the line – doing something very Gwen-ish with her nose and her nervous hands. “So what happened? You just… started sleeping together one day?”

“Basically, yeah.”

“Wow.” She considers, “sounds like a porno.”

He has to laugh. “It’s… it’s complicated, Gwen. But she’s nice. She’s really… really nice. I like her.”

“That’s nice,” she pauses, “does Arthur know?”

“God no.”

“You don’t want to tell him?”

“He’d kill me,” Merlin tentatively takes down a box of condoms and wonders how an earth they can be ‘strawberry flavoured’. How do you flavour latex? “They act like they want to kill each other half the time but Arthur’s really protective of Morgana, Gwen, seriously. She told me – a couple of girls gave her trouble one year at school and Arthur went after them with a shovel. He’s decked pretty much every one of her boyfriends.”

“That’s a bit…” he can hear the hesitation in Gwen’s voice, “…old fashioned…”

“In his own weird way, he loves her,” Merlin replies, “I really don’t think he’d be keen on the idea of me and her shagging.”

“No… I can see that…”

“Gwen?”

“Mm?”

“Are glow in the dark condoms genuinely useful or is it just a gimmick?”

He arrives late at the Pendragon estate the next day – which means that he arrives on time to meet Arthur, which means there’s no time to have sex with Morgana. He catches her pouting at him from the hallway when he arrives, and immediately has to tactically position his rucksack to hide his burgeoning erection.

An hour later he goes to find the toilet only to have Morgana yank him into a broom cupboard.

“Please god tell me you remembered the condoms.”

“Um – yeah.” He manages, through a mouthful of her hair – the cupboard is cramped.

“Fantastic,” she sighs.

There’s a fumbling – then a bare bulb clicks into illumination above their heads, and Morgana calmly locks the broom cupboard door behind them. Then she frowns at him. “Why were you late? You’re never late.”

“Slept in,” he smiles, sheepishly.

“Students,” she rolls her eyes, but then she kisses him, so he suspects that he’s forgiven.

They fuck, semi-clothed and silent, against what little wall-space is not obscured by shelves, a mop, a ladder and three buckets. For hasty, messy, sweaty sex that has to be almost entirely mute, it’s surprisingly good. Not that it’s ever bad but… but Morgana kisses him and kisses him until he’s sure she must be bruising his mouth, and she’s hot and raw and gasping. She hisses – god – fuck – please – Christ – yes – there, there – there, Merlin! As he presses hard against her clit with his fingers, and she cums whilst he’s still inside her, surprisingly not very close to cuming himself yet.

She mouths his collar bones and the crook of his neck, breathes – “Oh God, Merlin…” stroking her fingers through his hair and nestling against him until he reaches his climax, a few minutes later.

She kisses his mouth afterwards – she is warm, and hard and damp against him, and he thinks I really am in love with you. For a moment, they are pressed together, foreheads touching – he twists his fingers through hers and doesn’t want to move or think about the world outside the broom cupboard.

She is grinning into his gasping mouth.

“I really like you, Merlin.”

“Good,” he says, “that’s um… that’s good.”

“What are you doing on Monday?”

“…couple of lectures, why?”

“Free in the evening, though?”

“I think so…”

“We should go out somewhere.”

He blinks, grins, “where?”

“Don’t know. You pick. I picked last time – it’s only fair.”

“Okay.”

Then, abruptly, there is Arthur’s voice in the hall – loudly demanding to know where the hell he’s got to, so they scramble to get dressed and straighten their hair and Merlin guiltily thrusts the condom (not glow in the dark, nor ribbed, nor strawberry flavoured, for all he was tempted to satisfy his curiosity) behind a used paint can before slipping out of the cupboard ahead of Morgana.


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Continued here. (This is NOT a link to the third part - it is a CONTINUATION of this part because LJ can't cope with posts this long - don't get all confused on me now, dear readers. :P) 

Comments

[misspopuri.livejournal.com]

LOL, Gwen is blunt when it comes to sex.

"Sounds like a porno." That kills me.

[marycontraire.livejournal.com]

“Ah – yeah, sure.” He’s a mature young man in a sexual relationship – he can buy condoms without experiencing excruciating embarrassment. Of course he can.

HAHAHA MERLIN I LOVE YOU.

Also, looks like a vampire had sex with Keira Knightly is the best description of Katie McGrath I've ever heard, JS. And thank you so much for continuing this! I'm enjoying this AU immensely.

[heather11483.livejournal.com]

*giggles*

*...a lot*

The condom bit killed me. Merlin is exceedingly adorable.

[zahrawithaz.livejournal.com]

Love this. Love Merlin buying condoms. And "looks like a vampire had sex with Keira Knightley" is even better than Gwen remembering that she suddenly has to return overdue library books when Arthur is around...

[odiarda.livejournal.com]

Oh, the ending was perfect.

"She kisses his mouth afterwards – she is warm, and hard and damp against him, and he thinks I really am in love with you. For a moment, they are pressed together, foreheads touching – he twists his fingers through hers and doesn’t want to move or think about the world outside the broom cupboard."

Favourite passage, I think.

And Gwen's comment about Morgana being the daughter of Keira Knightley and a vampire made me burst out laughing. Now my sister thinks I'm nuts. XD

[izzyfics.livejournal.com]

Oh my gosh, I giggled so much at the condom phone conversation. Awesome!