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Why can’t I write anything I mean to. This was a weird stray thought that occurred, I have no idea where it come from, and I have refrained from overwriting it too much (I wanted to get into a whole Dylan inspired thing about Morgana never having a choice and just- yeah listening to Bob Dylan while writing is not recommended). Hope you enjoy my first overtly Uther/Morgana piece!

Title: The Wrong Type of Destined
Characters & Pairings: Morgana/ Uther
Genre: Reflection/soft porn
Rating: R
Word Count: 337
Summary: Morgana’s thoughts during a... night with Uther.



She laces her fingers through his hair and holds his head to her breast. A sound halfway between a moan and a sigh escape her lips, as she pulls him up for a kiss with a violence that is inappropriate. The thought that this must be wrong runs through her mind as his tongue enters her mouth. Yet when her legs raise to wrap around his waist it feels like the most natural thing in the world. He opens his eyes for a second and she feels like she's drifting with no grounding in the world except his hips against hers. And it feels like the only release she's ever had, and it's so good. Her face is torn between a smile and a gasp when their rhythm changes, and her hips rise to meet his. She is his ward not his mistress, it shouldn't be her here, and yet...

They call her the Lady of Camelot. Isn't it the duty of the Lady to be by her Lord? She has always taken on more duties of the Queen than she ever has of the Daughter. So maybe this is right. Maybe his hips moving against hers, and his hand gripping her hip hard enough to bruise is how it was meant to be. Maybe the only thing wrong with this situation is their claim to need secrecy. And as he catches her eye and her lips begin to open for a moan, she thinks maybe, the need for secrecy stems only from their own walls and has nothing to do with what the castle or Arthur or the whole damned kingdom might think. When he leans down to suckle on her neck and her back arches to meet his hips again all thoughts of maybe vanishes against sensation, and the last thought that runs through her head before the world disappears is: this is destined.

It is only years later as she stands the reason for so much ruin she'll realize how horribly right she was.