Control II Title: Control II Rating: PG Word Count: 300-ish Pairings: Morgause/Arthur Warnings: UST Disclaimer: I do not own this version of Merlin, nor am I making any profit from it. Prompt: First posted at the kink meme as a sequel ficlet for the prompt: Arthur/Morgause. Morgause is Arthur's teacher. Arthur has a very pretty mouth. (Age of consent!Arthur, please.)
It's June and the exams are in full swing. It's been awfully quiet with the sixth formers on study leave, but now they're swarming in and out again every day for their exams. She can't say she hasn't missed the thrill of holding the leash on kids who are so close to being adult that they can almost taste it.
"Pendragon," she replies, one eyebrow raised in quiet challenge.
"Call me Arthur," he says winningly, moving smooth and golden into her personal space. In the quadrangle. With sixty of his mates watching.
Her lip twitches. "Maybe next week, Pendragon." That's as much of a carrot as she's ever given a sixth former, damn his easy ways. She doesn't move away until it's utterly clear to everyone watching that she is completely unimpressed.
"Morgause," he says, low and throaty, just for her. She doesn't stop, her high heels clicking steadily across the pavers to the Teacher's Lounge. She knows he knows she heard him. And still she didn't stop, didn't tear a strip off him for impudence.
That, too, he will take as encouragement.
Pendragon's last exam is tomorrow. She shouldn't know that, shouldn't care. Officially, he'll be her student for another month after that. Unofficially she knows what the gossips would say if she were seen with him any time this year, even next year.
But Pendragon likes danger, likes a thrill. She's not surprised when she finds him lounging against her car in the staff car park.
"Off the paintwork, Pendragon," she commands, and just to rub it in she carefully checks the shiny red skin of her bonnet. It is not until she straightens up that she realises that he has taken the opportunity to move right behind her, so that she backs into him as she steps back from the car. He's firm and warm and very masculine.
"Give me a lift to town?" he murmurs, his hands holding her steady at her hips.
This is going too far. She won't succumb to this boy-man's practiced charms as if she were one of his dolly-birds.
"No, Pendragon," she says firmly, her breath back under control with barely a hitch as she moves sedately away from him. "Get one of your mates to take you back."
He's so beautiful standing there that she feels her belly twist with desire. She clamps her thighs closed as she slides into the car. "Good luck with Math tomorrow," she says before she closes the door and starts the engine.
She watches him in the rear vision mirror until the bend of the road conceals him from view. Her back and hips tingle where he touched her.