Title: A Second Chance
Author: Froxyn
Rating: FRAO
Pairing: Uther/Morgana
Timeline: A few months following Hope for the King, AU.
Synopsis: The King and his soon-to-be Queen are still learning
about one another...
Author’s
Note: Special thanks to fairygothmum. Without her, I’m pretty sure this series
would not have been continued.
Morgana had barely
finished undressing before Uther pushed her onto the bed. In four days they’d be married, she’d be his
Queen and he’d be...happier than he’d been in many years. His eyes darkened as he stared at her, his
fingers pulling at his own clothing and hastily lifting his tunic over his
head.
She shifted on the
bed, watching the discarded tunic fall to the floor. He seemed to be in a rush...and that was one
thing Morgana wasn’t. And so she smiled,
her green eyes sparkling, and slid her right hand down her torso until the tips
of her fingers brushed her soft, dark curls.
Her action had the
desired effect, his hands pausing on the fastenings of his leather pants as his
eyes followed her movements. He licked
his lips and then spoke, his voice thick and gravelled with lust.
“Continue, Ana...touch
yourself for me.”
Her smile grew. They’d been in their relationship, their
romantic relationship, for nearly four months...had been betrothed for one day
less than they’d been together...and they were still learning about one another. Just three days ago, she learned that he
enjoyed watching her fingers slip through her wet folds as she searched for her
own release.
That had been an
accidental lesson in Uther’s desires.
She had been lying in her own bed, late at night and thinking about her
husband-to-be. Her need had built
quickly and it hadn’t taken long for her to make a decision. She had needed to ease her ache and he had
been in his chambers for the night...so she’d thought.
She had been writhing
beneath her sheets, eyes clenched shut and teeth biting at her bottom lip to
mask her moans, when her door opened silently.
Uther had stepped into her room and had leaned against the wall,
fighting the urge to rip the sheet from her body.
The fight had been
lost when he heard his name escape her lips.
Her eyes had snapped
open when she felt the cool night air touch her skin, her fingers instantly
stopping their motion. Uther had shaken
his head, his gaze locked onto her hand as he sat down on the edge of the bed.
“Don’t stop,
Morgana.”
Those had been his
words that night. So similar to the ones
he had uttered just moments before. “Continue, Ana...”
Her fingers slowly
circled her hardened nub as she glanced at his hands, his fingers still paused
on the soft, worn leather of his pants.
And suddenly she wondered if she’d enjoy it as much as he obviously did.
“Uther?”
“Mm?” He murmured, sighing softly as the tip of her
middle finger dipped into her entrance.
“May I watch you as
well?”
His eyes darted to
hers. “Watch me?”
Morgana nodded,
bending her left leg as she stared into his eyes. “Please?”
Uther didn’t break
their gaze as his fingers started moving again, pulling the laces free on his
pants before sitting down on the edge of the bed. “You want
to watch me touch myself?”
She lifted her right
hand, fingers glistening with her juices, and traced his bottom lip with the
tip of her middle finger. “I do.”
He trembled as he
sucked her finger into his mouth, his tongue cleaning her skin of her
essence. His eyes closed when her free
hand moved to caress his leather-clad erection.
“Ana...” He breathed as his lips released her
finger.
“Do you touch
yourself, Uther?” She asked softly,
slipping her fingers into his loosened trousers.
His eyes opened to
reveal irises nearly black with passion.
“I do.”
Morgana smiled as he
shifted enough to allow her to tug the pants over his hips. “Do you think of me?”
“Who else would I
think of, my love?” Uther whispered as
her fingers curled around his hardened flesh.
She licked her lips
as she rubbed her thumb over the head of his erection. “What
do you think about?”
“Your warmth, your
wet heat surrounding me as I bury myself within you.” He stated bluntly, covering her hand with his
and stilling her movement. “If you continue,
I’ll be unable to finish in the manner I wish. And oh, how I wish to be inside
of you.”
She gave him a wink
and a gentle smile. “Then perhaps you
should remove your boots and finish undressing...”
His eyes raked down her
nude body, coming to rest on her glistening curls. “First things first...”
Her brow furrowed in
slight confusion as he pulled her hand away from him. It wasn’t until he knelt by the bed and
gripped her hips that her confusion began to fade. And by the time he had pulled her to the edge
of the mattress, she was shivering in anticipation.
This was something
else that was relatively new in their relationship, but something that she
realized that she enjoyed immensely from the first moment his tongue had
touched her sensitive flesh. A small
smirk played at his lips when he felt her tremble as he lowered his head and
placed a loving kiss on her inner thigh.
* * *
“Where is that boy?” Gaius grumbled as he pushed the stopper into
the small bottle.
Just as he picked up
another empty bottle, the door swung open and a breathless Merlin ran
inside. Gaius arched an eyebrow at him,
lowering the bottle back to the table.
“Where have you
been? You were scheduled to assist me
with the afternoon’s deliveries.”
“Sorry. Arthur...he, well he requested my help in
finding a wedding gift for the King and Morgana. And then I was to accompany
him on his hunting expedition.”
Gaius stared at him,
disbelief showing in his eyes. He could
read Merlin as well as he could read any of the number of books in his
room. As Merlin shifted nervously, Gaius
realized that he was telling a half-truth.
Merlin had assisted the Prince...but, with more
than gift-choosing and holding his weapons during a hunt. Gaius shook his head and took a deep
breath. It wasn’t his place to say
anything...not until Merlin opened up to him.
“Very well.” He picked up a bottle full of a yellowish
liquid and handed it to Merlin. “Deliver
this to Morgana. She was complaining of
an unsettled stomach earlier today.”
Merlin stared at his
mentor. “You’re not serious.”
“Of course I’m
serious. When am I not?”
Merlin shook his head
slightly. “No...what I mean is I heard a
couple of the guards saying that the King and Morgana haven’t been seen in a
while. Which normally means that they’re
together...”
Gaius picked up a
second bottle and handed it to Merlin as well.
“Good. Then you can deliver this
to the King while you’re there.”
“Gaius – ”
“Had you been here on
time, then you could have delivered them earlier...thus missing whatever it is
that you think you’ll encounter.”
It was Merlin’s turn
to stare in disbelief. “Whatever it is
that I think I’ll encounter? You know exactly what it is that I’ll
encounter...and it’s not something I want to have the pleasure of hearing
again.”
Gaius snorted and
patted Merlin’s shoulder before pushing him towards the door. “Leave them in the outer chambers.”
“Is this punishment
for being late?” Merlin groaned as he
stepped into the hall.
Gaius grinned and
merely closed the door, leaving a very exasperated Merlin standing alone in the
hall with two bottles of something medicinal for the King and his betrothed.
“Great. Arthur will pay dearly for this...one day.”
* * *
She looked down at
him as she rocked against him, her firm breasts jostling with their combined
movements as he thrust his hips upwards...pushing his thick cock deeper inside
of her. His chin still glistened with
the fluid from her earlier orgasm and she ached to lean down to clean his skin
with her tongue.
But what he was
doing...what she was doing...felt too good at the moment to risk altering their
positions at all. By the sounds of his
groans, the periodic gravelled grunt of her name, she knew that he felt the same...that
the pleasure they were giving one another was too important, too intense,
too...
Her thoughts clouded
as the now very familiar quivering sensation turned into something much more
powerful. She felt his hands tighten on
her hips as she threw her head back, his name leaving her lips on a loud cry of
ecstasy.
He cursed softly,
quickly rolling their bodies until he was nestled between her thighs. Her hands slipped across his sweat-covered
back, nails raking against his skin as she tried to hold on to him. He leaned over her, supporting his weight
with his left hand as he used his right to lovingly caress her warm cheek.
“You…are
magnificent…truly.” He whispered,
panting heavily as he neared his own orgasm.
“Uther…” She moaned as her nails finally dug into his
shoulder blades.
A bead of sweat
dripped from the tip of his nose, landing softly on her cheek. They stared into one another’s eyes, his
right hand moving to cover her firm breast.
“Kiss me…” Morgana requested, lifting her legs over his
hips. “Please, Uther…kiss me.”
He wasted no time in
covering her mouth with his, nudging his tongue between her open lips. She returned his heated kiss, stroking his
tongue with hers and smiling inwardly when she felt the groan rumble in his
chest.
When her inner walls
began to spasm around his thrusting cock for a second time, he allowed the
sensations to carry him with her. They
swallowed each other’s moans and cries of ecstasy as they crested together…her
warm fluids gushing over him as he exploded within her.
* * *
Merlin took a deep
breath and slowly pushed the door open that led to the outer chambers of
Uther’s room. He released his breath
with a sigh of relief when he realized that there were no moans and groans emanating
from the room behind the door on the other side of the chamber.
He hurried to place
the bottles on the table and looked up when the door opened. He stood up straight as the King walked into
the room, dressed only in a pair of pants that looked similar to what Arthur
wore to bed.
He felt himself begin
to blush at that thought and quickly lowered his eyes.
“Sire.”
“Merlin.” Uther raised an eyebrow and glanced at the
bottles on the table. “What brings you
here at this time of day?”
“Gaius asked me to
deliver your tonic for your shoulder…as well as something for the Lady’s
unsettled stomach.”
Uther absently rubbed
his shoulder, his fingers gently caressing the thick band of scar tissue. “Unsettled stomach?”
Merlin nodded,
lifting his eyes and glancing at the scar before meeting the King’s gaze. “Yes, Sire.
She mentioned something earlier to Gaius and, even though she said it
wasn’t serious, he wanted to make something up for her…to make her feel
better.”
“Very well.” Uther nodded slowly and picked up the
bottles, casting a quick look towards the window. “Did you accompany Arthur on his hunt this
morning?”
“Yes, Sire…he sent me
back to the castle ahead of him.”
A smile played at
Uther’s lips as he uncorked one of the bottles and drank the contents. He tossed the empty bottle back to Merlin and
stared into his eyes.
“I would have assumed
that he would need some time to regroup.”
Merlin stared at the
King, his brow furrowed in confusion as he watched Uther turn and walk back
through the door without another word.
He scratched the back of his head as Uther closed the door behind him.
It wasn’t so much the
words that had confused Merlin, but the sparkle in the King’s eyes as he had
said them. Almost as if there was another
meaning behind the simple statement.
Hearing Uther’s voice
asking Morgana if she was feeling alright interrupted Merlin’s thoughts. He shook his head and then quickly retreated
from the room.
It was something to
talk to Arthur about later.
* * *
Uther sat down on the
edge of the bed, concern in his eyes as he handed her the small vial of yellow
liquid. “Gaius sent this for you. For an unsettled stomach, I believe Merlin
stated.”
“Oh.” She sat up, gathering the sheet around her
nude body. “I thought he’d gone with
Arthur this morning.”
“He did.” He watched her turn the bottle in her hands,
an obvious nervous gesture. “Are you
feeling alright, Ana?”
She looked up quickly
at his softly asked question, lifting her hand to his warm cheek in a
comforting manner. “I’m fine, Uther…I
promise.”
“Gaius doesn’t tend
to send medicine if someone is fine.”
Morgana bit her
bottom lip, knowing that she was going to have to tell him her suspicion. But, not knowing what his reaction would be
was making everything so much more difficult.
“Morgana?”
She curled her
fingers tightly around the bottle and met his eyes, somewhat surprised to see
them glistening with unshed tears of worry.
She sighed softly as he ran his fingers through her damp hair.
“Please, Ana…talk to
me.”
She swallowed hard
and inhaled deeply as his thumb tenderly stroked her cheek. “I think I might be with child.”
His thumb stopped its
movement, his eyes widened, his back straightened. “What?”
“Uther – ”
His hand dropped from
her face, shaking his head as his unshed tears of worry became tears of
fear. One tear rolled down his cheek as
he uttered one word.
“No.”
She hadn’t known what
to expect, but fear hadn’t been in her thoughts. She dropped the bottle onto the bed and grabbed
his arm with both hands when he started to stand.
“Don’t go!”
“You can’t be.” He countered, his jaw clenching and
releasing. “We’ve just discovered our
love...”
Morgana’s brow
furrowed. Uther was slipping into
panic…and that was something that seldom happened.
“Please, Uther, calm
– ”
He pulled his arm
free and stood, eyes darkening as he interrupted her. “Do not tell me to calm down, Morgana.”
Of all the reactions
she had considered, this was not one of them.
“Then tell me what’s wrong!”
He heard the
confusion in her plea and dropped to his knees beside the bed. “I can’t lose you too. Not now…not when we’ve just begun.”
And then everything
clicked into place. Morgana shook her head
quickly, slipping her fingers into his hair as she gazed into his eyes.
“I’m not going to
die, Uther.” She whispered, placing a
warm kiss on his forehead. “There is no
magick here…”
“I’m too old to raise
another child on my own.” He murmured,
closing his eyes as her fingers lovingly stroked the back of his neck. “If we’re to create a life together,
please…do not leave me.”
She felt her heart
break a little at the sadness of his whispered request. “I’ll go nowhere, Uther. Please look at me, look into my eyes…please.”
He swallowed thickly
and looked up, gazing at her through tear-glazed eyes. Before he could say anything, her lips were
pressed to his. He could taste the tears
on her lips…the first he’d known that she had been crying.
He slowly pulled from
the kiss and lifted his hand to run his thumb through the drying path of tears
on her cheek. “I’m sorry, my love. I did not intend to cause you tears.”
“These are not tears
of anger, nor of sadness, Cor. They are tears of concern…for I’ve not seen you
this upset in a very long time.”
A brief, and small,
smile appeared on his lips. Whatever
situation they were in never mattered, her term of endearment always made him
smile. It disappeared just as quickly
and he heaved a heavy sigh.
“I’ve had but one experience with
childbirth...it clouds my judgement, my…pleasure.” He stated gently, gliding the backs of his
fingers over her cheek.
Morgana’s eyes
widened slightly. “Pleasure? This pleases you?”
“Though fear was my initial,
and irrational, response…underneath it all, I…”
He licked his lips and sighed.
“Are you unhappy about this, Morgana?”
She shook her head, a
new tear rolling down her cheek.
“No. I am happy…I don’t know what
kind of mother I’ll be, but I’m proud to be the mother of a child of Uther
Pendragon. And I’m just as proud to give
you a second chance at being the father you’ve always wanted to be.”
A smile slowly
appeared on his lips as he leaned into her.
He brushed his lips across hers as his hand tugged the sheet away from
her body. She was ready to protest
another round of lovemaking, but stopped short when he placed his palm on her
abdomen.
“Uther?”
“You’ll make a
wonderful mother, Ana…have no fear of that.
I can only hope that I’ll be a better father in the future than I have
in the past.”
“Arthur loves
you.” Morgana stated, covering his hand
with hers. “You know this to be true.”
“I’m sure I have no
idea why. I made it so very difficult
for him to care for me.” Uther replied,
lowering his eyes to their hands.
“You did what you
thought best. As a young man, he
understands this. As a child, he did
not. It couldn’t have been easy, raising
him on your own…without his mother.” She
leaned forward and placed a soft kiss on his lips. “He knows this now…and he loves you dearly.”
Uther opened his
mouth to respond and then glared at the door when a soft knock sounded. Knowing that there would be a reason for his
guards to disturb him, he pulled his hand out from under Morgana’s and re-wrapped
the sheet around her.
He picked up his
discarded tunic and slipped it over his head as he stood and walked to the
door. Pulling the heavy door open, he
narrowed his eyes.
“What is it?”
The young guard
cleared his throat and stood straight.
“Word has come that Prince Arthur has encountered a unicorn in the
forest, my Lord.”
Uther’s glare turned
to a look of surprise. “A unicorn? In the forests surrounding Camelot?”
“Yes, Sire. I’ve been instructed to inform you that he is
returning with a gift for the kingdom.”
Uther nodded. “I shall meet him in the great hall.”
The guard gave a nod
of acceptance and took a step back, waiting until the King closed the door
before retreating from the outer chambers.
Uther turned towards the
bed, finding Morgana looking at him curiously.
“I must get dressed…”
“A unicorn?” Morgana questioned. “He didn’t kill it, did he? There are legends of great harm coming to
those who have willingly harmed a unicorn…”
“Stories to strike
fear into the hearts of men, I’m sure.”
Uther chuckled softly as he pulled on his leather pants and quickly
laced them. He looked over at her as he
sat down on a chair and picked up one of his boots. “You’ll join me in the great hall, yes?”
“Of course.” She replied, watching him prepare himself to
leave the chambers. “I’ll be there
before Arthur returns to the castle, I assure you.”
Uther smiled brightly
and made his way to the door, pausing long enough to look over her once more
and whisper a tender declaration of love.
Morgana returned his smile, leaning back against the pillows as he left
the room and closed the door behind him.
She hoped he was
right about the legends being only tales.
After all, they were to be married in four days…and she had just told him
that she was more than likely carrying his child.
She would much rather
not have to deal with famine and worse.
She ran her hand over
her stomach once more and then climbed out of bed with a smile on her face and
a warmth in her heart. She was sure that
Arthur would return soon…and she did promise her love that she’d be at his side
when his son entered the great hall.
~ End