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now it's just too late to choose me || morgeva

WHO: Morgan Weston @morgan-weston, & Eva Anderson

WHERE: Little bistro near campus

WHEN: Wednesday, October 23rd

WHY: Morgan needs to be honest about his feelings for Eva, Puck, and Serena — and obviously it doesn't go over well.

MORGAN WESTON

Morgan sat at the bistro table, his hat resting on the chair beside him, the sun casting long shadows over the cobblestone street. He swirled the mimosa in his glass, watching the bubbles rise through the pale peach liquid. It wasn’t the kind of drink he’d normally go for, but after the week he’d had, he figured trying something new couldn’t hurt. He still hadn't tasted it - just ordered it, knowing that it was what Eva craved. And if he wanted to get into her good graces, he was ready to do anything the goddess asked for. The week-long lockdown had been tense, but here, in this sun-drenched bistro, with the hum of casual conversation around him, it felt like everything was back to normal. Somewhat normal. Morgan's meeting with Puck hadn't been normal, at all. And Morgan, trying to get better at the talking and communication part of this whole thing, felt that it was only necessary that he talk to Eva about it. Pushing the sleeves of the brown plaid shirt up his arms, Morgan heard footsteps that resembled Eva's - god, he'd memorized her footsteps, he was so far gone. His head shot to her direction, and when he saw her walking towards him, he stood up quickly, not able to help the goofy smile on his face. "Hey," He greeted her softly, and motioned for her to take a seat at the table. "I ordered mimosas - I figured I'd just cut to the chase, y'know?" He couldn't help but let his eyes scan her, take her all in. She looked so damn gorgeous. Clearing his throat, he sat once she did too, and filled up her glass. "Is it nice bein' back in your own bed?"

EVA ANDERSON

Eva should have been more hesitant about just jumping head first back into this comfortable space with Morgan, yet somehow, her dumbass had breezed past being cautious and was already flirting with him and agreeing to meet him for lunch. She'd canceled her classes for the week, deciding that she needed the equivalent of that lockdown to get herself, and her stupid emotions, back in check before she could adjust back to normal. But the one normal thing she could handle was getting herself together, since Puck and Morgan had both seen her crying and in disgusting clothes last time, she at least made sure to throw on ripped jeans, and low cut but totally casual black tee, and a pair of black heels before she made her way to the bistro. She wasn't the least bit surprised that Morgan heard her before he even saw her, and she had to bite back a smile of her own as he stood and smiled at her. "Hi." She responded as she sat down, already eyeing the mimosas. If this was him trying to get back in her good graces, he was off to one hell of a start. "Thank you." She finally smiled as he filled up her glass, and she instantly reached out and picked the glass up, taking a sip of the familiar flavor. "You know this is just champagne and juice, right?" Eva asked, downing the rest of the contents in the glass before sitting it down again. "It's amazing being back in my own bed, my own space, in my own clean clothes. If that ever happens again, I'm risking it and walking my ass home anyways. But what about you?"

MORGAN WESTON

Biting his lip, the tall cowboy could see that the beautiful goddess in front of him was trying to hold back on her smile, probably not wanting to give too much away, and he could respect that. He'd been a fool, after all. Acted like and with his dick, and there was no way he could take that back. But he loved making her smile, so as he watched the drink fill up her glass, the fizz bubbling in the air, his eyes followed it until it was full, before landing on Eva's face, finally seeing her crack that gorgeous smile of hers. And it was worth every single second. Flagging down a waiter, Morgan didn't hesitate to motion for another bottle - he wanted to keep the girl in front of him as happy as he could. Raising his eyebrows, he was shocked at the easy recipe. "Is that all? I thought it required a whole mixology course, or somethin'," Morgan said, a grin growing behind his beard. He couldn't help but chuckle when she threatened walking home next time something like this was to happen. It had been the longest week of his life, and he'd once spent two weeks sleeping in a barn, during a blizzard in Montana. He'd take the frostbite anytime, over this. Nodding, he raised the glass to his lips and took a sip, tasting the sweet from the peach juice and the sour from the champagne. It was a weird mix. "Yeah, I'm definitely thankful to be back. I can't tell you how much I've missed my own coffee machine," he chuckled, a hand coming up to scratch the back of his head. "I like this," Morgan motioned to the champagne flute in his hand, smacking his lips as he tasted it on his tongue. "It sure ain't a cold shower beer after a long day of work, but I can see it doin' the trick on a slow Sunday around noon, that's for certain," he leaned forward, putting the glass down, his eyes connecting with Eva's. "I've missed you," he admitted softly, and while he wanted to reach out and take her hand, he didn't. Instead, he hesitated before speaking again. "Have you talked to Puck recently?"

EVA ANDERSON

Raising a brow as Morgan wasted no time flagging someone down to get another bottle, Eva refilled her glass with the current one, and then mixed in just enough peach to really give her the effect she was going for. "Nah, the secret to mimosas is pouring the champagne into your glass. Most people do an even 50/50 with the champagne and juice, but some people, like me, like a good 75/25 to have more champagne. And when you go bottomless, just go through about 4 or 5 bottles between two people and you'll be as lit as you would be with beer or a few shots of something." She explained before sipping down some more. Did she need bottomless mimosas while she was with Morgan? Probably not. But was she going to indulge in them anyways? Hell yeah. Nodding as he seemed just as happy to be out of the hell hole of lockdown, she smiled when he did seem to like the mimosa too. "I knew you would." She teased. "Maybe the next time you make breakfast, I'll keep these flowing." She suggested before realizing that him cooking breakfast would imply that she'd spent the night with him, which she was trying hard not to think about since the odds of it happening any time soon were probably limited. And then his admission didn't quite help, instead tugging at something inside of her now. "I know. I've missed you too." Why was she admitted that now too? Eva was mentally kicking herself for it, as if crying in his arms and admitting it in lockdown hadn't already been enough, yet she couldn't take it back. When he mentioned Puck, she nodded her head slowly. "Yeah, the day after lockdown. Santana summoned me over, so I basically told him everything I told you, with a few additional notes, give or take." She hummed. "Have you?"

MORGAN WESTON

Morgan smiled as Eva explained her secret to mimosas, admiring the way she seemed so at ease, her eyes glinting with mischief as she sipped her drink. He’d never been much of a champagne guy, but there was something about seeing her happy that made him willing to try anything she suggested. And she was right, of course - he liked it more than he thought he would. “Next time I make breakfast, huh?” he teased back, though her words made his heart skip. The idea of her waking up in his place again, of cooking for her, of things being right between them - it was a dream he'd been trying to bury for a while now. He'd thought back to those mornings when he'd gotten out of bed at the crack of dawn, leaving Eva in his bed to sleep for as long as she could. It always fit perfectly with Morgan being able to go outside to feed the horses and clean out their stalls, before coming back into the shower, and start up a breakfast for Eva and him, before he would hear the pitter patter of her feet coming down the stairs and into the kitchen. Despite there only being a few of these mornings, he loved them so damn much, and missed them more than anything. But there she was, nudging at it like it wasn’t out of reach. His fingers tapped lightly against his glass, a small smile on his lips, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 'I've missed you.' The words from her cut deeper than he'd expected, reminding him just how much he'd been carrying around with him. Every damn day in that lockdown, he’d thought about her and Puck - about them. He nodded when she mentioned Puck, his jaw tightening just a bit. “Yeah... I talked to him,” he said, voice steady but careful. "Did he- uhh...did he tell you everything that happened during his lockdown?" Morgan asked, again hesitantly. He hated being the bearer of bad news so much. He looked at her, searching her face, trying to read her reaction. Did she already know? Did it change anything for her, the way it was gnawing at him?

EVA ANDERSON

Eva rolled her eyes playfully when of course Morgan pointed out the comment about breakfast, because of course he would. She really couldn't blame him, all things considered. They had all pointed out how they'd missed each other, which included everything they did together, not just the sex. Given that she hated cooking, it was nice having not one but two men who were amazing cooks, and didn't hesitate to let her lay in their bed while they cooked for her. In fact, that was one of the things she'd missed most. But she'd be getting ahead of herself to start thinking about that right now. Downing more champagne, she just needed them to change the subject to something else, anything else really. Memories of what being in his bed after a night together wasn't the stroll she needed to take today, especially not while drinking, so they needed to focus on something else. And when she noticed the way he reacted to her asking if he'd talked to Puck, she could already tell she wouldn't like where this was going. Quickly downing the rest of her mimosa, and then refilling the flute with just champagne, she raised a brow at the question being thrown back her way. "Everything? I'm not sure what that means, but all I know is that he wouldn't tell me how he hurt his hand. Just said it was a minor injury and seemed like he didn't want to talk about it, and I was too emotional to fight it out of him, so I just didn't bother pushing." Eva hummed, tossing back more of the champagne as a waiter stopped by to take their order. "Is this a conversation that'll last however long it'll take them to make the food?" She asked Morgan, since he clearly had more information than she'd been given from Puck.

MORGAN WESTON

Morgan chuckled softly at Eva’s playful eye roll. There was something comforting about their banter, even when the conversation edged into a more dangerous territory. But her quick shift to downing more champagne made him wonder if maybe he’d gone too far by bringing Puck into the mix. Still, they couldn’t dance around it forever, right? Especially not after everything. He noticed how she seemed to steel herself when he mentioned talking to Puck, and it tugged at him, knowing this wasn’t where either of them wanted the conversation to go. As the waiter stopped by, Morgan ordered something light, not wanting anything too heavy to weigh them down while navigating this emotional tightrope. He took a slow sip of his mimosa, trying to decide how to tread carefully. “Guess it might take that long,” he said with a small smile, trying to lighten the mood for a second before his expression softened. “Look, I know you don’t want to get into all this now. But I just don’t want us to have any more secrets. We’ve had enough misunderstandings, you know? And I’m really tryin’ my damnedest to communicate and tell y’all what I’m thinking’ and feeling before I do anything.” He leaned back, running a hand through his hair, the smile fading as he got serious. “Puck didn’t tell you ‘cause it wasn’t just some minor injury. He got drunk,” Morgan paused, watching her closely to gauge her reaction. “Eva, he slept with someone else. Then punched the wall,” He breathed in deeply, trying to figure out how to follow up on it. “When he told me, he started comparin’ himself to his dad. I don’t know Gabe, but I know for a fact that he ain’t him. So I might’ve said something’ harsh in return. But, err-…how d’ya feel so far?”

EVA ANDERSON

As if them flirting over texts hadn't been pushing it enough, Eva found them slipping right back into old habits in person too just as dangerous. After all, them flirting was what had led to them becoming anything at all, let alone building to the throuple, so she knew they had to keep this limited as much as possible. But the shift in the vibes when Puck was mentioned sort of let her know where this was going, and she sighed as she ordered herself a simple BLT, just in case she ended up needing to take it to go. She raised a brow as Morgan explained his angle here, and she was both surprised and proud that at least someone else was trying to keep them all on the same page like she had been with her whole confession thing. But as she watched him shift in his seat and his demeanor switch up, Eva was now unnerved as she didn't know what to expect. She kept sipping down champagne as Morgan started speaking again, and as soon as he told her exactly what Puck had done during lockdown, she sighed. "Not fucking surprised." She muttered under her breath. Of course that's what he'd done. Him comparing himself to Gabe she could also see, but that didn't quite explain him going to fuck someone else in lockdown. But she also couldn't imagine what having Gabe Puckerman's voice in your head repeatedly telling you that you weren't good enough was like. Taking it all in, she shrugged. "I met the man for less than half an hour and wanted to kick his ass because of how he talked to and about Puck, so I mean I get that sort of thing ringing in your ear, but...I'm not sure how that pushed him into sleeping with someone else?" Eva hummed. "But what did you say in return?"

MORGAN WESTON

Morgan watched Eva, the tension in her shoulders and the way she sipped her champagne faster than before. This wasn’t how he’d hoped their conversation would go, but there was no avoiding it. And when she muttered under her breath, he had to bite back a smirk. Not that any of this was funny, but it was just so… them. Honest to a fault, even when it hurt. He fiddled with the edge of his napkin, the familiar scent of the bistro mixing with the faint tang of champagne on his own lips. As she shrugged, trying to make sense of Puck’s choices, he nodded, feeling the weight of what she’d said. He didn’t know all the details of what Gabe had been like, as a father to Puck, but from what he’d gathered, it was enough to make anyone question everything. “Yeah, I don’t get it either,” Morgan admitted, letting out a long breath. “I know Gabe messed him up, but that doesn’t justify it, not really. Just... explains where his head might’ve been at.” He was quiet for a second, running a thumb over the condensation on his glass. Eva was right - how Gabe talked about Puck had rubbed him the wrong way too, and he’d only heard the stories secondhand. But what was worse was thinking about how deeply those words seemed to have sunk into Puck’s bones. When she asked what he’d said in return, Morgan’s jaw tightened slightly. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. “I basically told him to stop comparin’ himself to Gabe, and that I’m here, once he’s figured out who he is,” He bit his lip, not knowing if it was too harsh or not. He let out a slow breath, leaning back again. “I don’t know if it sank in, but I meant it, Eva. We can’t keep letting misunderstandings and doubts eat away at what we built. We’re all hurtin’, but the only way we stand a chance at making this work is by laying it all out there," he took a deep breath, before looking up at Eva with a furrow. "D'ya think I was too harsh?"

EVA ANDERSON

Eva was relieved that at least they were on the same page with not understanding how Gabe's bullshit messed Puck up during the lockdown and pushed him into drinking and fucking someone else. She had questions about it, and she was also angry about it, but most importantly, she had never felt more vindicated than she did now after saying what she'd said to Puck. She had known she was right about how she felt but this just backed that up, and it also explained why there wasn't any push back from him about it either. Deciding that the fucking mimosa flute wasn't even worth it at this point, she grabbed the now half empty bottle of champagne. "Hey, waiter! We need another bottle." She called out before she brought the one in her hands to her lips and chugged the rest of it down. She had in fact needed this after that lockdown, but finding all of this out called for it too. Staying quiet as she let Morgan go on, deciding to just hear most of what he had to say since she was still processing it all, she thanked the waiter once a fresh bottle of champagne was being put down on the table, and she passed the now empty bottle off. When Morgan revealed this big harsh comment he'd made, Eva smiled as she made eye contact with him again. "That wasn't harsh at all." She confirmed as she held the new bottle of champagne out to him, mostly offering it up before she started swallowing it back too. "Did he tell you what I told him? About how you two clearly aren't as ready for this as you keep claiming you are? Because if what you said was harsh, then me saying that you both need to tie up your loose ends and prove yourselves to me was harsh, and that was actually me being nice." She shrugged. "And you were right then, and you're right now, but maybe we all need to define misunderstanding? Telling us he wants to be with us but then getting in his head, drinking, and fucking someone else isn't exactly a misunderstanding, not in my book, anyways."

MORGAN WESTON

Morgan watched Eva as she downed the rest of the champagne, calling out for another bottle like they were going to be here for a while. It was classic Eva - taking things head-on, no hesitation, no tiptoeing around the truth. He admired that about her. It made moments like this a little easier, but also, sometimes, a lot harder. Like that day in the classroom when she exposed him in front of her students. When she smiled at him after he finished talking, confirming that he hadn’t been harsh, a small chuckle escaped him. It was a relief, sure, but it also left him feeling even more exposed, knowing they were still picking through the mess of what had happened. And when she offered him the bottle, he took it without hesitation, taking a long swig. If there was ever a day for them to drink their way through a conversation, it was this one. “Nah, he didn’t tell me exactly what you said,” Morgan admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I got the gist from how he was acting - that it probably hadn't been the easiest conversation.” He glanced down, his fingers tracing the rim of the bottle before he looked back at her, eyes steady. “I think you being whatever kinda harsh is still more honest than most people would be, and we need that." There was something resolute in his voice, a determination not to brush this aside or soften it for anyone’s sake. “Maybe it isn’t a misunderstanding, like you said. Maybe it’s just... fear. Self-doubt,” he admitted, frustration creeping into his tone despite his efforts to keep it even. “But that doesn’t make it okay. Puck getting in his head like that and doing what he did.. it doesn’t excuse it. And I’m not gonna sit here and act like it’s all on him, ‘cause I know I’ve got my own things I need to get resolved.” Morgan sighed, leaning forward, his elbows resting on the table as he looked at her, eyes earnest. “You’re right, Eva. We’ve gotta prove ourselves to you, and to each other. And it starts with not just admitting when we’ve messed up, but doin' something about it.” He took a deep breath, trying to find the words he hadn’t quite figured out until now.

EVA ANDERSON

Was Eva going overboard with the champagne? Absolutely, but she needed it under these circumstances. She didn't even like the serious talks when she was sober, and while she was trying to put her communications degree to use outside of her classroom, this buzz was helping. It was also helping that Morgan was so open to trying to get them all to be more open, which they needed the push, and at least they were getting further along now than they had been. Replaying her conversation with Puck in her head, she was sure that her words hadn't even come across as hard since she'd been crying and still trying to prevent him from placing all of the blame on his shoulders, but now that she knew the shit Gabe had spewed at him was still in his head, she could see why he kept thinking he was to blame. "Honestly, I was kinda gentle when I said it, but it just felt like it had to be said." She agreed. Even if it hadn't been what Puck wanted to hear, she was glad she'd gotten it out. As Morgan doubled down on Puck being wrong for sleeping around just because of his mindset, Eva still felt relieved that she wasn't alone in that. They'd already dealt with the Kurt thing, and now this too? But when Morgan mentioned his own things that needed to get resolved, she raised a brow. "Oh?" She hummed, grabbing the bottle and taking another long swig of it. As the waiter came back with their food and put it down, she thanked them before she eyed Morgan suspiciously. "I get that, and I don't even know how to help Puck do something about how he feels or how he chooses to handle difficult things, but what about you? What did you mess up that you need to do something about?"

MORGAN WESTON

Morgan watched Eva with a small smile, recognizing her pattern of using humor and champagne to cut through the tension. As she mentioned being gentle with Puck, he believed her. Eva could be a force of nature when she wanted to be, but she also had a way of grounding them both when things got shaky. He glanced at the food the waiter placed in front of them but didn’t make a move to dig in just yet. When she raised an eyebrow and hummed at him, suspicious and curious, he felt a slight pang of nerves. He knew this conversation would turn back on him eventually - it was only fair. “Guess I can’t dodge that one, huh?” Morgan said with a half-hearted chuckle, trying to buy himself a second to find the right words. “Thing is, I wasn’t just talking about Puck, and I think you know that.” Eva wasn't stupid. She was one of the cleverest people he knew. He leaned back in his chair, his fingers running through his beard. “You said it yourself, back at the cafeteria,” he started, eyes meeting hers with that steady gaze she’d come to know well. “I need to talk to Serena about this. About how I'm feelin'. Because I also need to sort out what's going on there.” He breathed in, hesitating before continuing. He knew that, whatever he was about to say, probably wouldn't go down well with Eva, no matter how he said. “I don't know if it's appreciation of her bein' there for me when my shoulder was injured, or if it's the attention she's been givin' me that's leavin' me flattered,” He paused, swallowing hard, trying to make sense of the mess of emotions he hadn’t put words to until now. "But there's something." He looked up at her, before taking in a deep breath. "But I know that what I feel for you and Puck weighs heavier than any of that." Morgan glanced at her, gauging her reaction, the weight of what he’d just admitted hanging between them. He knew she wasn’t asking for perfect, just honesty, and he hoped he’d given her that, even if it took a little too long to get here.

EVA ANDERSON

Neither of them digging into their food was yet another red flag Eva noticed, and now she was even more anxious. Her crying in both of their arms had already stripped her of a layer of her dignity that she'd never get back, and Puck sticking his dick in yet another hole that didn't belong to her or Morgan was tugging on a second, so she didn't know what else she could take at this point. As Morgan started speaking, she brought the bottle back to her lips and just started sipping, swallowing back more as she decided to just let him get whatever he needed to off of his chest. The second he mentioned something she'd said at the cafeteria, she knew where this was going, knew exactly what he was about to say, but it still didn't prepare her for it. At this point, she was truly baffled at the fact that the two men who had somehow gotten her to fall for them had managed to hurt her not just once, but twice. God, how she had never hated having feelings more than she did now. Finishing off the bottle, she put it aside as he finished, barely able to keep eye contact with the man now. "Well, for starters, I would just like to point out that I was right about your post about your shoulder being a thirst trap. You could have just asked me or Puck, or both of us, to come and take care of you, but you got exactly what you wanted instead." Normally she enjoyed being right, but this was one time she wished she hadn't been. "If all it takes is attention for both you and Puck to either fall for someone or fuck them, then I don't know why we keep trying to do this." She admitted before she had to pause, deciding she wasn't about to cry for either of them ever again. "I get asked on one date and you get pissy about it, but you've just been spending quality time with Serena, who you have feelings for? How the fuck—" Pausing again, Eva shook her head as she exhaled a calming breath. "I'm done. I can't do this with you or him anymore."

MORGAN WESTON

Morgan’s heart dropped when Eva finished speaking. Her words hit like a gut punch, each one leaving a sting that lingered long after. He’d expected her to be upset, but he hadn’t expected the weight of everything she’d been holding back to come crashing down like this. When she mentioned the thirst trap post, he felt the shame creep up, turning his face hot. As she laid it all out - her feelings, her hurt, and the realization that she couldn’t keep doing this - he sat there, stunned, knowing there wasn’t much he could say that would make this right. But he couldn’t just let her leave without trying. "Eva," he started, voice softer than he intended, but he couldn’t steady it. He searched hard for her eyes as he swallowed hard, trying to keep the emotion from breaking through. "That post was still coming from a genuine place, as I've explained it before - it had nothin' to do with not wanting help from y'all or cryin' 'bout it to get Serena's. I promise ya, it was a genuine ask for someone to send a professional my way," He started, stating everything slowly, his voice sincere. He needed to get that stupid post out of the way, so they could move on. He ran a hand through his hair, struggling to find the right words. "I don't know what my feelings are for Serena," He sighed deeply. "I don't know if they're friendly, or if there's somethin' more. And I'm telling ya, because I owe it to y'all, to not get into this, and not having figured it out, or at least talked to her or to you about it," Morgan reached out, wanting to grab Eva's hand to hold it, but he stopped himself midway across the table and retracted. Instead he moved a seat over - moving his hat onto the other seat, so he could sit right next to Eva, to properly talk to her. "What I feel for Puck - what I feel for you, Eva - it goes so much deeper than that." He motioned to his heart, keeping eye contact with the girl. "When I'm with him and you, together and separately, my heart ties into knots with pure happiness. When I think about him and you, I can't stop myself from grinnin' - it's a pure physical reaction, to thinking about the two of ya." He breathed, sighing before continuing. "You've got me-... Eva, you have me fucked up." He swallowed hard, not enjoying cursing in front of a woman, but he couldn't explain it any better. "I think about you, I dream about you, I long for you. You're on my goddamn mind, every single second of every single day, because for me, you're the one." Not once had he looked away from her eyes. He shook his head, frustration clear in the lines of his face. "Maybe I don’t deserve a chance. Maybe you’re better off walking away. But I’m still standin' here, asking for it, because losing you would be the biggest mistake of my life." Morgan’s chest felt tight, and his hands were trembling slightly, but he stayed there, waiting, holding on to whatever shred of hope he had left, even if it was slipping through his fingers.

EVA ANDERSON

Rolling her eyes as Morgan feigned innocent again, Eva wasn't even sure why she was still sitting here entertaining this. After the showdown in her classroom she had genuinely tried to believe that he was just dumb and hadn't meant it, but now she knew her instincts had been right. As soon as he started trying to explain his feelings or whatever for Serena, her own emotions were starting to go from hurt to anger, and while she appreciated his honesty, she didn't need to know this shit. Watching his hand, she was grateful when he paused and thought better of it, but that was short lived as she watched him get up and move next to her. "Morgan—" She didn't even know what she was about to say, but it didn't matter anyways. She hadn't wanted to maintain any ounce of eye contact with his ass but as he started speaking, every ounce of her body just...froze. Her expectations for anything he had to say post his confession about Serena were low, incredibly low, but now he was basically rambling off a declaration of some sort, and Eva was fucking confused. Where was it coming from? Why was he suddenly confessing to it now, after admitting that he felt something for Serena? How was she even supposed to believe this shit now? As Morgan kept speaking, kept rambling off his feelings or whatever, all she had to do was look into his eyes and read into the tone of his voice and she knew he wasn't lying at least — which just fucking made matters worse. Biting back her own emotions, Eva shook her head again. "Right, so you think about me, and about Puck, every single second of every single day, except for when you're with Serena?" She countered, though she didn't even know if she wanted an answer, or if she could even take whatever the answer would be. "Clearly neither one of you was ever worried about losing me." Eva pointed out, and that was clearly true considering that neither Puck or Morgan acted as though they were afraid to lose her until now. Grabbing her purse and standing up, she shrugged. "You and Serena deserve each other, but since you're so concerned with being honest now, make sure you tell her how you allegedly feel about me and Puck. I'm sure she'll love to know she's some second, or I guess third, choice. And if that doesn't work out for you, don't call me." And with that, she stormed right out of the bistro.

#threads.#th: morgan

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johnnyyumaisarebel · 2 months ago

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this ain't no high art baby

but it's free to all who read it

maybe i should write in tie dye

and a pair of leather sandals

a little sugar magnolia in the air

channeling my robert hunter

who must have met you on a train

maybe saw you in his dreaming

you are everything delightful

you are everything i need

sung sweetly by bobby weir

you in my sunshine daydream

sure i'm a little sentimental

world being too harsh these days

then you step into the sunlight

beautiful and anything but harsh

i do not see me apologizing

anyone to kiss you would swoon

whether in tie dye or three piece

or looking like an havana gunrunner

that might be a lot like me i confess

in my aloha shirts and cowboy boots

my aviators admittedly stunning

but you knew and saw me through

some k-mart sneakers sans socks

fruit of the loom plain white tees

straight on in to a monkey suit

finding in me what you like and love

dead not alone in being grateful

or seeing blossoms blooming

skimming through rays of violets

skipping through waves of plagiarism

just to say i feel that when i see you

in daydreams as what they smoked

you being to me the ultimate smoke

show i am deeply moved to attend

could have been john mayer maybe

or someone's taylor swift and all

but i've always been more of a joker

even somewhat of a space cowboy

not that i need any hallucinogenics

other than your narcotic smile

to bounce around a cloud ecstatic

knowing how deep true love is

no it ain't high art ironic or sly

because i can't justify any of that

not for you my sweetest angel

just a big ol' slice of sincerity

#poem #poetry #love poetry #love poem #love #nature #grateful dead #the joker #maurice #dorothylives

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kazanskyed · 2 years ago

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heaven in your eyes

pairing: pete "maverick" mitchell x tom "iceman" kazansky

wordcount: 1.1k

summary: a look into mav and ice's first night together in their new apartment. (title taken from heaven in your eyes by loverboy)

notes: fluff <3 this is my first time writing for topgun but it was so fun writing these two idiots. this was inspired by @k9effect's beautiful art and the topgunners discord server. hope you enjoy!! --> p.s. also mav is trans because. i said so.

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When Ice hauls the last duct-taped cardboard box through the front door of the—their, he corrects himself, it’s theirs now—new apartment, the sun has long since dipped silently below the horizon, yielding for the waxing gibbous that hangs delicately from the star-studded expanse of night sky.

The watch on his left wrist tells him it’s just past midnight. They’ve been lugging boxes to and fro all day today: first from their old place to the car, then from the car to the new apartment. The drive hadn’t been long, not by any stretch of the imagination, just a little over twenty minutes all the way from the academy, but they’d had to make two round trips so that they could transport all the furniture and miscellaneous items that had been previously strewn across various surfaces of the old place. That added up to eighty minutes of Maverick sticking his head out of the window like a golden retriever to “take in the sun”, changing the radio station after every other song, and doing his best to get them both into a car wreck by distracting Ice in the driver’s seat in more ways than he’d known was possible (at one point, Ice had had to pull over on the side of the road so he could kiss Mav’s stupid face properly without causing a major collision).

This building isn’t fancy by any means. The place they’ve decided on is twenty or so miles away from Top Gun, far enough away so that it feels like a fresh start, but close enough so Mav can commute to his new job as instructor without much issue. They’re on the fifth floor, a quaint, charming two-bedroom thing that he and Mav had looked at together three weeks ago. It’s dark in the living room now, but as Ice stands in the doorway, he can see light streaming out from across the hallway, where the kitchen is.

“Mav?” he calls quietly, kicking off his shoes. The California summer nights are muggy and warm enough that he’d discarded his shirt at one point while trekking up and down the creaky apartment stairs. Mav had wolf-whistled like the little shit he was when he got an eyeful of Ice’s bare chest, prompting a fond glare from his boyfriend.

There’s no response from the kitchen, and Ice starts forward, the wooden floorboards creaking under his feet. When he peers around the corner into the small galley kitchen, the first thing he notices is Maverick, leaning against the counter, eyebrows furrowed as he fusses with the CD player he’d gotten from Carole as a “house-warming gift”. The next thing he notices is that Mav is shirtless. His white tee has been thrown carelessly over one of the cardboard boxes labeled KITCHEN in Ice’s jagged scrawl, leaving him in just jeans, socks, and a cowboy hat that’s seemingly appeared out of nowhere.

Ice’s heart warms at the sight of him so relaxed. It’s been years since Mav’s surgery, but the other man is still getting comfortable with his own body, so seeing him so at home already, in his and Ice’s shared space, has a smile creeping across Ice’s face (“You’re going soft, Iceman. You’re melting.” “Shut up, Sli.”). He watches silently a little longer as Mav fiddles with the controls on the player, tongue sticking out in concentration, before the first tinny synth chords begin issuing from the speaker. Mav steps back in satisfaction, turning around and starting a little at the sight of Ice leaned against the doorway. In seconds, though, the surprise on his face morphs into a cheeky grin. “Well, hello there, stranger.”

Ice rolls his eyes as Mike Reno starts to croon softly, music filling the small space, but the smile stretching across his face is a dead giveaway of his fondness. “You have the worst music taste.”

Mav gasps, putting a hand to his chest in mock offense. “Take that back.”

“Never,” Ice says, and then he’s striding over to Maverick, pulling the shorter man into his arms as the music swells.

Mav huffs a soft laugh, letting himself be taken into Ice’s arms. He’s like a space heater, has run warm for as long as Ice has known him, and even though it makes sleeping in the same bed during the California summers absolute hell, it’s comforting, especially during times like this. It’s grounding. Mav’s here. Ice is here. They’re both here, in an apartment that they can call their own, together in the sky and on the ground. Ice hadn’t known it was possible to feel this way, so much joy and love and contentment that it aches.

“What are you thinking about, Kazansky?” murmurs Mav, cheek pressed against Ice’s chest as they sway gently to the music.

It might be the fatigue, or maybe the beers he’d had with the rest of the squadron before they’d set out this morning are still running through his blood, but his mouth is moving before he can think too hard about it. “You. Us.”

Any other time, he’d be gagging at his own sappiness, but he tilts his head down and meets Mav’s eyes, sees the all adoration he feels reflected right back at him, and in that moment, he swears that he’d shout love confessions from the rooftops if Mav just asked.

Instead of replying, Mav reaches up, plucks the hat from his own head, and deposits it carefully onto Ice’s. The gesture is strangely intimate—he can feel Mav’s breath as the shorter man shifts his weight onto his toes and leans in so he can reach Ice’s head.

Then he drops back down flat onto his feet and grins wolfishly at Ice, all teeth and sparkling eyes (Ice thinks he’s falling in love for the second time tonight). “There,” says Mav, giving Ice a self-satisfied once-over. “Now you’re a cowboy.”

Ice raises an eyebrow. “My cowboy,” Mav clarifies, and this time, Ice can’t help but pull that face into a kiss. The slow drumbeat of the music seems to strike straight into his heart, shaking the emotion loose. As Mav leans into him, he takes the opportunity to drag his hands up along the other man’s sides until he reaches the scars that span across his boyfriend’s chest. He traces them with two fingers, painfully gentle.

“I love you,” he whispers against Mav’s lips.

Mav throws his arms around Ice’s neck, dragging him down and in closer. “You know I love you more, Tom Kazansky.”

In your eyes

I want to see your love again

In your eyes

I never want this feeling to end

It took some time to find the light

But now I realize

I can see the heaven in your eyes.

#top gun #icemav #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #fanfic #fanfiction #iceman x maverick #i love them #<3 #top gun 1986

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new-poets-society · 2 years ago

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The Lion is a Doctor

I’m up way past my bedtime

pacing the halls,

rushing like good blood pressure.

The house is empty, yet the sound of me echoes in the ears of loved ones

no matter where they lay their heads.

I understand. It’s hard to tell if blood is spilling or boiling, or pumping,

But not to worry--

I can trust myself tonight.

Therefore, I have the authority to flamboyantly waltz around my home,

A place so alive it feels like a friend,

And spend an evening living without wondering who or what I’m killing.

I’m headed to the heart of the Lion

Specifically, his wardrobe.

The lion is a doctor,

and the doctor is not in.

I rummage with delicacy and delight,

Admiring every textile.

I shall wear whichever torn up tee-shirt I desire,

It is an honor to don the fluffy robes of a king.

cloaked in soft armor,

I dance flamboyantly

in well-worn slippers

I will never fit.

I feel small in the best way,

Like a child

excited to see how much they’ll grow in one year.

�� My mother let me wear her clogs back when I had the smallest of feet.

They, too, did not fit.

The space between my toes and the wood only stood to remind me that at any moment those shoes could come off,

if they didn’t, they’d threaten to for the duration.

Every step required grip,

I kept those clogs on my feet with all the bones and toes I had.

It felt free and wicked

to kick off that hollowness.

Let the clogs fall where they may.

Heavy is the head who wears the crown of Tie inspector,

and I take my job seriously.

I meticulously examine each one,

naturally fragrant with childhood,

Memories of young, chaotic mornings woven into silk.

Silky threads made of a fond routine I always found beautiful and complicated.

The Lion looped the silk swiftly and seamlessly and frequently

he didn't have time to notice the miracle in the minutia.

30 years on I count their silky crests like a four star General.

I need to make sure everyone is still here,

still intact.

I spend the remainder of the ritual picking through the Lion’s wardrobe,

mining for colorful cashmere sweaters.

I tried them on in a cautious frenzy,

with zero intent to return them.

The layer cake of trial and error reminded me of rainy middle school days.

When it rained the Lion roared and ordered his cubs to put on a sweater,

a jacket, boots, gloves, and a cowboy hat.

But what about our hair, Dad?

He braided our manes flawlessly under those cowboy hats

with tact and finesse we could’ve sworn we were Cleopatra, or Joan of Arc.

We were too small for our armor, sure,

But we knew we’d grow into it.

In those moments, I didn’t drown in the emptiness of the clogs,

(Not unless I put them on).

The Doctor’s armor is heavy,

The heaviness inspired me

to grow strong enough

to carry the weight of battle

with poise

To wield weapons to protect,

to never forget

all swords are double edged,

and enemy fire and friendly fire are distinguished

only by which side of the frontline you’re on,

and what you’re fighting for.

The heart of the Lion was big enough for 10 men..

How did he become so vast?

The lion’s daughter was almost too busy growing herself

to contemplate the Lion as a man.

What did the Lion have to do in order to become?

Who did he have to fight to evolve?

Which kingdom did he defeat

to claim such vast internal territory?

What did he have to survive to keep it?

Vastness of the soul comes at a cost.

Is he aware?

Does he feel that way, too?

Heavy is the head that wears the scrub cap,

The cowboy hat,

The tuxedo,

The tie,

The torn-up tee-shirt,

The big slippers,

The robe.

Powerful are the hands

that slice and sew strangers just as beautifully as they braid their baby girls’ hair,

that tie ties,

and bows,

and pack lunchboxes,

and lay out multivitamins like loose diamonds.

Whatever it took to get here was worth it.

The unwitnessed waltz of the wild child is sacred when performed correctly.

It must poignantly convey the whimsy of childhood

and punctuate one’s distance from it.

It should be so comforting that you make room to be confounded---

this is a delicacy in my culture.

The discomfort is just as delicious as its saccharine counterpart.

Tonight, I revisit the inkling I intuited while wrapped in rain gear—

There is so much more to the Lion than I will ever know.

The slippers are still too big!

Will I ever know what it feels like to fit?

Let alone, fit into these slippers?

To know exactly how they feel?

The answer is of course not, And the Lion wouldn’t have it any other way.

If I am to become a Lion, I have to survive like one.

I have to fight for my life especially when I don’t want to.

I have to make room for blissful moments only found in the minutia

or else, let my soul starve.

If I don’t learn to hunt and gather my dreams

I won’t know what it takes to keep them,

I won’t know how to make the room necessary

to become,

to begin,

to be a person I’m proud of,

to remain a person I can trust with my life.

Tonight, I do not have the answers.

Wouldn’t I like to know, Dad!

It would be ungodly of me to ask you.

But I will anyways,

Just so we can talk a little longer.

God Bless the Lion man and the parts of his journey I will never know.

Author: Alexandra Wolf

March 2023

www.alliewolf.com

#spilled ink #poets on tumblr #poetry #new poets society #new poets on tumblr #new poets corner #submission

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choccos-aaart · 11 months ago

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Astra vs the Polymorph #1 - A glimpse into the lives of class B-5!

DESCRIPTION: The crew's just chilling.

CHARACTERS: All of class B-5, polymorph

KEY WORDS: Comedy, survival "horror"

EXT. OUTER SPACE

A pod appears floating around in space. As it rotates, the pod reveals a hole on its surface, torn open by force.

SFX: Beep, beep…

NARRATOR: Danger. Do not attempt to open this pod. The creature inside is extremely hostile. It feeds off the human psyche, seeks out the deranged, the unbalanced and the emotionally crippled.

SFX: Beep, beep…

INT. DINING ROOM.

Aries, Quitterie, and Yun-Hua play a game of cards. They are playing Lucky 9, gambling with a collection of shiny pebbles and rocks they found on a previous planet. Aries, with the most pebbles, is the banker. Funicia spectates.

ARIES: Who wants another card?

QUITTERIE: No thanks. My cards are too good for this dang game. I'm gonna beat all of you.

YUN-HUA: Hey-! Isn't it us against Aries...?

QUITTERIE: Oh right, yeah. Whoops.

ARIES: Hm. Quitterie, if you wanna be the banker next round, I'll let you.

QUITTERIE: That's what I've been saying this whole time!

ARIES: Really?

QUITTERIE: OMG, yeah duh! How'd you not hear me?

ARIES: I mean, all your yapping sounds the same to me, tee-hee!

QUITTERIE: (Gasp!) O-M-G! You're so gonna pay for that!

ARIES: Alright! How about a deal? If the two of you beat me this round, you get to be banker.

YUN-HUA: 'Kay

QUITTERIE: What! That is so unfair!

ARIES: Ok! How about you Funi? Join us!

FUNICIA: Ok!

QUITTERIE: Um, let's not teach gambling to a fourth-grader.

ARIES: Aww, it's not like we're playing with real money so it's totally fine!

QUITTERIE: Alright, fine! But I'll add to the deal. (Smirks) If Funi beats all of us, I get to be the banker!

ARIES: (With mild sarcasm, except with her usual enthusiasm) Oh, you're not just getting Funi involved for your own gain, are you?

QUITTERIE: Alright, then Funi and I get to be bankers. How's that?!

ARIES: (Cheerfully) It's a deal! But we have to restart the round because Funi's with us now.

QUITTERIE: NOOO!

INT. KITCHEN

Luca sits on a kitchen counter while Ulgar, gun in hand, stands in front of him. Luca seems enthusiastic. In the background, Kanata does his cleaning duties.

ULGAR: Lesson one.

LUCA: Man, oh man, this is so exciting!

ULGAR: Shut up.

Ulgar holds out his hands as if he's about to clap.

ULGAR: Now hold your hands like that.

Luca holds up his hands.

ULGAR: Now clap.

Luca smiles doubtingly. He claps.

ULGAR: Faster.

Luca claps again, faster.

ULGAR: Now as fast as you can.

Luca hesitates then claps again with extra strength. But, before his hands could meet, Ulgar pulls his gun between them. Luca exclaims with astonishment.

ULGAR: Now you try.

Ulgar puts out his hands and starts clapping at random intervals. Luca stares confusedly.

LUCA: Hey what the hell! I don't know when you go!

Ulgar smirks.

ULGAR: That's just real life.

LUCA: C'mon man, I thought I asked you to teach me to shoot, not play red hands or something.

ULGAR: This is... serious. It's reflexes.

LUCA: Damn, you didn't even have this whole thing planned. Boo!

ULGAR: Reflexes are important!

LUCA: Yeah, whatever! ...Unless, this is just some excuse to spend some nice recreational time with your best friend. That's oddly sweet of you, Ulgar!

Ulgar's face turns slightly red.

ULGAR: Shut up! I'm teaching you to shoot.

LUCA: Then teach me to shoot, man! Where d'you get these lesson ideas from?

Ulgar doesn't say anything.

LUCA: ... So?

ULGAR: ...Ugh. Forget it.

Kanata looks back from wiping the stovetop.

KANATA: No way! Ulgar, you're referencing a cowboy movie!

ULGAR: Shut up.

KANATA: Oh dude! I got some cool old westerns stored in a drive somewhere. We totally gotta watch them sometime!

ULGAR: Shut up!

LUCA: (To Kanata) Yeah, get back to cleaning!

KANATA: BRO! You guys are supposed to be helping us, too! You got time to lean, you got time to clean - now let's go boys!

He continues wiping the counter.

ULGAR: Hmph.

LUCA: "Us"? I thought you were doing everything yourself.

KANATA: Damn it, where's Charce?! Mr Perfect pretty-boy better not be checking out his reflection or somethin'

Charce carries a pile of dishes over to the sink.

CHARCE: What?

KANATA: Oh good! Thanks so much for the help!

INT. DINING ROOM

Aries, Qitterie, Yun-hua and Funicia continue playing Lucky 9.

ARIES: Uh-oh you guys~ My cards are looking kinda good!

QUITTERIE: I got crap cards... Gimme another card please!

YUN-HUA: Ohh... I would like another card too, please.

Aries tosses Yun-Hua and Quitterie a card each. Quitterie squints in disappointment. So does Yun-Hua.

FUNICIA: I'm happy with mine!

QUITTERIE: Are you sure you know what you're doing?

FUNICIA: Yup! I've seen you guys play so I'm sure I know enough

ARIES: Ok! Three, two, one, REVEAL!

Everyone tosses her cards on the table. Quitterie and Yun-Hua more shamefully than the rest.

QUITTERIE: Seven.

YUN-HUA: Ten...

ARIES: Six!

QUITTERIE: Hold on, did you say six? WHAAAAT!!!

ARIES: HA-AH-AH-Ah-AH-AH-AH-AH!!!

Quitterie shakes Yun-hua's shoulder with defeat and desparation.

QUITTERIE: GIIIRRRLLL! We cou'dve beaten Aries if you didn't ask for that other card!

YUN-HUA: Oh, I'm sorry! She just looked so confident, I wasn't so sure if I should've gambled or not...

ARIES: This is a bluffing game, silly!

YUN-HUA: Aw...

QUITTERIE: Funi! How about you?

FUNICIA: Mine add up to twelve.

We see Quitterie on the floor, defeated. She sighs massively.

QUITTERIE: ...Yun-Hua, this is all your fault, so as a consequense, you gotta tell us a secret!

YUN-HUA: U-uh...

Quitterie sits up.

QUITTERIE: I'll make it easier for you! How about... Tell us something totally embarrassing you did when you were 13.

YUN-HUA: Oh gosh...

Aries, Quitterie, and even Funicia smile at Yun-Hua eagerly.

YUN-HUA: Oh… Ok…! Um…

She pauses for a moment. Suddenly…

YUN-HUA: Oh, I need to go to the bathroom…!

ARIES: Aww, what?

QUITTERIE: Nice excuse, girl! C’mon, let us hear it!

YUN-HUA: No, I’m serious!

QUITTERIE: You’re trying to avoid answering, aren’t you?

YUN-HUA: I promise, I’m not trying to avoid anything! I’ll be right back.

ARIES: Really?

YUN-HIA: No, really!

QUITTERIE: Okay~

YUN-HUA: Besides…! I can’t think of anything right now, but maybe when I come back I’ll give you something good. Really! Okay?

QUITTERIE: Hah… Whatever you say. We’ll be waiting!

INT. CORIDOOR.

Zack, walks down the hallway. He notices Kanata. Over to Kanata, we see him dust off his pants.

KANATA: Whew! That was fun! (pause) Huh? Hey Zack!

ZACK: Kanata, I need to talk to you in private.

KANATA: ‘K!

INT. ZACK'S ROOM

Zack leads Kanata inside.

KANATA: So! Wussup?

ZACK: There appears to be a non-human life form aboard this ship.

KANATA: What?

ZACK: Our ship has been invaded by an alien.

KANATA: I know that but… What does it mean?

ZACK: I don’t know. However, it could be hostile so we must be alert.

KANATA: Alright! I’ll keep my eyes peeled from now on!

ZACK: Good. And so will I!

KANATA: We gotta let the others know. At a good time. When d’you think?

ZACK: Hm… Let’s see… In ten minutes from now, it should be-

A quiet, tense conversation can be heard from another room alerts Kanata and Zack.

??? (from another room): So you didn’t know I even came on this trip?

YUN-HUA (from another room): I’m s-sorry! I didn’t mean–

??? : Enough. I don’t want to hear another measly excuse from you.

KANATA: What n’ the… Someone’s talking down Yun-Hua…!

ZACK: But who?

YUN-HUA: (To ???) Oh… I’m really sorry!

KANATA: He doesn’t sound like anyone here. How…?

ZACK: I don’t know… Unless…

???: (to Yun-Hua) Stop apologising. Is this really how guilty you feel?

YUN-HUA: Y-yes…

ZACK: That is the alien…!

???: (To Yun-Hua) Just how guilty do you feel?

KANATA: Then we have to hurry! Let’s go!

YUN-HUA: (To ???) Awfully, awfully guilty…!

Kanata and Zack run in the direction of Yun-Hua’s voice.

???: (To Yun-Hua) INDEED, YOU DO!

Cut to: Kanata and Zack arrive at the scene. Yun Hua lies unconscious on the floor.

TO BE CONTINUED...

#Astra Lost in Space #Kanata No Astra #Fanfiction #Chocco's Writing #Kanata Hoshijima #Zack Walker #Charce Lacroix #Yun-hua Lu #Quitterie Raffaeli #Funicia Raffaeli #Aries Spring #Luca Esposito #Ulgar Zweig #Polymorph (Red Dwarf)

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happyfunf3tti · 10 months ago

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tee heee space cowboy

#☠️dookie.avi🎂

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morgan-weston · 3 months ago

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talking would take too much time, i think i just better show you || eva & morgan

WHO: Eva Anderson @anderseva & Morgan Weston

WHERE: Eva's condo

WHEN: 8th of September

WHY: After his big blow-out argument with Andy about who Oakley's dad is, Morgan intends to go over and apologize to Eva for the radio silence and explain what has happened, buuuut his instincts are telling him to do something else.

WARNING: Smuttyyyy

MORGAN:

A week and a half had passed since Puck and Eva had confronted Morgan about Andy. The wheels had turned inside the young cowboy's head, going over every single word, every single thing that had been said, analyzing every single part of it, and trying to figure out what the best strategy for going about this whole ordeal would be. He'd basically isolated himself, not talking to his two lovers, or spending the same amount of time with them, that he used to, just to figure it our. And he missed them, goddammit! He couldn't help it! But he needed this conversation with Andy to be out of the way. He needed to have an answer, to know what the next step would be, before seeing them again. And when he finally did, it did not go any type of way that he was expecting it to. In fact, it had left him angry, frustrated and hurt. And he could easily just have let that kick him back into isolation, but being his rational self, Morgan didn't want that to happen. No, he knew what his next step would be. He rang the doorbell of the condo, leaning against the doorframe and running his fingers down his chins, the beard brushing against his fingertips as he waited for the frontdoor to open. And when he did, he slowly stood up, and looked at her. His eyes found her deep ones, and he felt his knees buckle. He'd thought out exactly what to say, but when he saw her, he couldn't help himself. Instead, he let his impulses take over, and he stepped forward, his hands softly grabbing a hold of her waist and bringing her body into his, their chests colliding and their lips crashing against each other, in the most hungry way that Morgan had ever been for Eva.

EVA:

With classes having started this week, Eva had been able to throw herself into work and use it as a distraction from any ounce of guilt she had about what had gone down with Morgan. While she didn't regret her interaction with Andy, she had regretted telling Morgan about it. With the way he'd stormed out of her classroom and then hadn't said a word to her since, she didn't exactly know where they stood. Puck also hadn't said anything to her about hearing from Morgan so while she didn't know if the men had spoken, she was practically assuming that the cowboy just wasn't up for dealing with them at the time. But she was trying to give him space, which was why she had spent her weekend with girl friends before deciding to relax a bit on Sunday. Or she was until she heard the knock on the door. She wasn't expecting any company today, but she was grateful that she was in one of Puck's old high school tees and a pair of shorts as she went and opened the door. Seeing Morgan on the other side, she couldn't read into his eyes but she was sure something was wrong, but then she was being yanked forward and pulled into a kiss before she could ask him if he was okay. Eva wrapped her arms around the cowboy's neck as she guided them into her loft, and then she kicked the door shut behind them. When the need for air became too much, she pulled away just enough to break the kiss but to still be able to gaze into Morgan's eyes. "How do you want me?"

MORGAN:

It felt like the massive weight on his shoulders from the emotional turmoil of everything that had just happened had suddenly been lifted, as Eva responded to the kiss almost immediately. The way she reciprocated by pulling him in was something that he was incredibly grateful for, and when she kicked the door closed, Morgan pushed her up against it, a hand instantly falling onto the hard surface to keep her from hitting it. He could’ve stayed like this, but that was probably the lack of air in his head talking, because he breathed heavily when Eva pulled away, his eyes opening. He’d been determined to tell her how he felt, determined to communicate about it, but instead, the only determination there now was, was the lust behind his eyes, and he knew Eva could sense that, given her question. She was always so good at knowing exactly what he needed. “In every kind of way,” Morgan said, voice low and raspy from the lack of air. He looked down briefly and saw the t-shirt and shorts that she was wearing. He recognized the top; it was Puck’s. He would be next on Morgan’s list to visit. For now, his attention was only on Eva though. Bending down slightly, Morgan’s hands slid to her ass, and he lifted her up effortlessly, his lips connecting back on hers, as he made his way further into his lover’s condo. He had no idea where he was going, but he had two things on his mind: ‘don’t drop her’ and ‘kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her’. Her lips were soft like pillows, and the way she fit against him like this was everything. Morgan managed to find his way into her kitchen, setting her down on the countertop. One hand spread her legs apart to make room for him to stand in between, and the other swiftly started tugging on Puck’s t-shirt, desperately needing it off. The kiss only broke, once the material of top had to come off over her head, but it didn’t take long for Morgan to connect his lips to the bare, warm skin of Eva’s neck, where he felt so incredibly safe.

EVA:

Eva should have been slowing things down here, asking him to use his words to explain the radio silence over the last week and a half, questioning what exactly had happened that led to him turning up on her doorstep like this, but she couldn't. Or at least she didn't want to. While she was used to him being much softer and a lot more gentle with his actions, at least majority of the time, she knew that this was different. Assuming he'd talked to Andy, she could only theorize that the talk did not go over well, and that they had probably lied yet again or said some shit about them threatening her, so she was sure that Morgan wasn't happy right about now. If he wanted to work his frustration out with her, she sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. His answer to her question sent chills down her spine — the cowboy had never exactly said that to her in that tone, and the pool between her legs was proof that it had sparked something inside of her. Smirking as he scooped her up, she eagerly kissed him back yet again as he carried her into her kitchen and put her on the counter. While she enjoyed him being an absolute gentleman, there was something about him being insatiable that was driving her wild. She let him get the shirt off before she was tilting her head to the side, giving him much better access to her neck as her hands fumbled with the buckle on his belt. Eva needed it off, now, and luckily it didn't take too much blundering before she was undoing the belt, and then the buttons, before pushing his jeans down as far as she could manage in this position. Now she was the one getting impatient. "Mr. Weston, I hope you didn't come all this way just for some foreplay." She whined. "Because after the way you just kissed me, I need you."

MORGAN:

Morgan always got like this around Eva. There was something about her - he couldn't explain exactly what it was; if it was her energy, the way she looked at him - that always had the man craving for more. More of being physical with her, more of getting to know every single movement and sound of hers, more of wanting to know what she thought and felt. He couldn't possibly get more of her. His lips ghosted over the silky smooth skin of her neck for a second or two, feeling the way her small hands were working his belt and pants, and his hand moved to her hair, tangling his fingers into it. The velvety-like feeling of her earlobe hit his nose, and he breathed in deeply as he placed kisses right under it, feeling the air hit his legs as she managed to push his jeans off. 'I need you' chimed through his ears as his brain started to register it, and he moved back in to kiss her lips passionately, managing to deepen it after a moment. "I need you too," He whispered against her lips, and started kicking his shoes and pants off, having to break the kiss. His hands lifted his t-shirt up and over his head, and whilst trying to catch his breath after the kiss, he allowed his eyes to explore the goddess who was right in front of him. Her body, her face, those eyes and lips. "God, I need you so fucking badly," He repeated, a rawness in his throat appearing on the swear word. He couldn't even begin to describe just how badly he needed her; but he also couldn't even fathom in what kind of capacity he did. His hands moved to her thighs, letting his fingers wander up, and under the shorts. They danced with the fabric for a moment, his eyes trying to read her reactions, before he finally bend down and placed his lips, going on the exact same trail that his curious hand had just done. He pushed the shorts slightly out of the way, so his lips could have access to her inner thigh, and his fingers inched closer and closer to Eva's hot center. "What do you want?"

EVA:

Although it hadn't been that long since they were last intimate, Eva had been quietly longing for him. She felt like she'd spent more time 1x1 with Puck than she did with Morgan, at least in terms of intimacy, and she was desperate to change that. Doing it as a throuple was one thing, but with so many limbs and mouths attempting to move in sync to please one another, it was much hard to soak in every little thing Morgan liked during sex, so this was her chance to explore it all. Hence her melting into him at the foreplay, allowing his lips to trail over her flesh until he was kissing her yet again, making her whine every so softly as she kissed him back. Honestly, how she was still struggling to understand the severity of her increasing feelings for her men, she'd never know, but Morgan's actions so far were only driving her crazier. Her mouth briefly went dry as he returned her sentiment in a tone she wasn't accustomed to, but she was sure that the puddle between her legs signaled just how much she loved it. Watching his hands travel along her body, Eva bit her lip as Morgan lowered herself, not that he had to do much of that, right between her legs. She was almost struggling to decide what she wanted as her eyes stayed glued to his. "Umm..." She paused, running a hand through his hairas she shrugged. "I need either your mouth or your dick — or both, I don't even care." She whimpered as she gently tugged on his short, dark strands of hair. "I just need you to fuck me, Mr. Weston."

MORGAN:

A devious smirk grew on Morgan's lips, hearing Eva whine for more, for him. In his ears, it sounded like he could do anything he wanted to, to her, as long as it involved satisfying her, and that was a dangerous game to play. Now it felt like he wanted to prove something to her; that she'd never get anything better than this. So while he was bent down, his hand travelling up and under her underwear, his lips explored that soft skin on her thighs, getting higher and higher up, tongue dragging over it, before finally finding the right spot that he could leave a mark on, wanting her to have something to remember this time by. Meanwhile, his fingers finally reached her hot center, and his thumb ghosted over her clit, rubbing it gently before moving his lips up towards it. His tongue darted out, licking up some of her juices and humming delightfully. "You taste so good, Ms. Anderson," he growled, and looked up at her with a smirk, before moving back in, tongue and thumb toying with her clit for a moment, before he finally stood up straight. His arm slid around her waist, as he tugged his underwear down enough to reveal his hard member, taking it into his hand and beginning to guide himself into her. With eyebrows furrowed, he kept his dark eyes on hers, and held his breath, feeling her walls around him tightening. "I can't do both at the same time," he teased in a breathless whisper. "But I can promise you the latter." And with that, he had her filled up, and he slowly started to pull out again, only to push himself in, and start a steady rhythm of thrusts, eyes never leaving Eva's.

EVA:

With the few amount of times that Morgan and Eva had done this as just a duo, it was easy to spot the difference in this time and the others. Him wanting to please her in ways no one else could was customary when he was simply charming her, or wining and dining her, but him aiming to appease her like this sexually was driving her crazy already. She watched him chase kisses along her inner thighs, not even remotely worried about him marking her up. If the man wanted to claim her, she'd sure as hell let him. She was so mesmerized by his mouth being possessive that she hadn't even paid his hand any attention until he was toying with her clit, causing her to softly moan out in response. Morgan was definitely trying to kill her at this rate, and she was one hell of a willing participant. As soon as she felt the warmth of his tongue swiping though her folds, Eva gently ran a hand through his hair. "Morgan!" She whimpered. They both knew what had gotten into him, and part of her wished he could always be this frustrated or upset or whatever if it meant he'd keep devouring her like this. Him teasing her clit sent chills down her spine, and she immediately frowned once he stopped. "You're torturing me." She pointed out as he held her, though she instantly perked up as he freed his dick. With the Puck's shit with his dad and Morgan's baby daddy drama with Andy, she hadn't been dicked down since the last time the throuple had been together, and she'd needed this. Eva bit her lip as his length started to fill her up, and she rolled her eyes playfully at his words. "This is exactly what I needed, cowboy." She confessed, gazing right into his eyes as he started pushing in and out of her cunt. "I've missed you." She muttered almost inaudibly. Showing affection was one thing, but Eva had never been one to just openly admit to missing someone in this capacity, yet it was true, and she'd been starting to get needy when it came to her men. "Harder, Mr. Weston." She pleaded.

MORGAN:

There was a hung intensity in the room, it almost felt like there was an electricity between the two semi-naked bodies, and sparks kept flying off. There was no denying that Morgan was using his frustrations, his pent-up anger - but he was also using his desire, his need for Eva. She was like a drug, in an incredibly compelling way. One taste, and Morgan was hooked, and now he'd gone through withdrawals for over a week, and he wanted to go back, take her all in. The way he craved her, how desperate he was to feel her against him, hear her moans and get shivers from her fingertips dragging through his hair or her nails along his back; it was like he was a predator, hovering over his prey, taking in his prize before devouring her, as if she was his last meal. He wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly, or if she'd mumbled something else, but the words 'miss you' seemed to register in Morgan's brain, and it only made it more intense for him. Not once did he take his eyes off of hers, as his thrusts only grew faster. He wanted to show her, prove to her that he'd missed her too. Heavy breaths came out through his nose, and his arm around her waist gripped her tighter, making sure she didn't go anywhere. Every now and again, he would feel her walls vibrate against his dick, or her moan had his heart flutter, and in return, his throat would close up, and a growl would come out. His free hand moved to her cheek, cupping it gently, a stark contrast his hard thrusts. The sound of their skin clapping together filled the room, and Morgan was beginning to feel his abdomen area start to tense up, that itch slowly starting to get scratched. "Fuck, you feel so good," He managed to moan out loud, eyes finally closing and giving in to the wonderful sensation of her. He turned it up a notch, not being able to help himself, and sped up, going faster and harder, fingers tangling into Eva's hair, and eyes openinp to keep them locked on Eva's, wanting to watch her every reaction.

EVA:

Eva wasn't sure how she'd gone from giving Morgan to space to suddenly having his dick buried inside of her, but she was on a cloud now. As much as she had been avoiding the obvious feelings she was starting to have for Puck and Morgan, the way she'd wrapped her arms around Morgan's neck and was moaning and whimpering just for him would surely say otherwise. She was hardly this enthralled by pointless sex with anyone that wasn't her boys, and the shift in the cowboy was definitely about to send her brain spiraling. The only other time she'd felt desired this much was during Puck's birthday threesome, which naturally was on another caliber with all things considered, but this was much different. Morgan's grunts, the intensity of his thrusts, the way he was gazing into her eyes �� Eva was almost in a trance as her nails clawed at the nape of the man's neck, and she was struggling to maintain eye contact as her head tried to tilt back the more he railed her. "Fuck, Morgan!" She cried out as he pinned her body to his, giving her absolutely no chance to try and run away from pounding (not that she'd wanted to). Soon enough her walls started clenching around his shaft, and she felt a familiar flutter in the pit of her stomach, and Eva was sure that she couldn't last much longer. She would have smirked at his words if it weren't for the yelp that then came out as Morgan's hand slipped into her hair, and the increased past of the thrust inside of her only gave her a few additional seconds before her orgasm was washing over her, causing her to drench Morgan's dick in her cum as she moaned out his name repeatedly, and probably far too loudly. She was sure that her neighbors wouldn't appreciate that so before she knew it, she was crashing her lips into his, kissing him passionately as he fucked her right through her climax.

MORGAN:

Morgan's breath was ragged as he felt Eva tighten around him, the pleasure overwhelming but his thoughts, for a moment, were somewhere else - caught between the wild lust they were tangled in and the mess of emotions he'd been wrestling with lately. He never expected things to escalate like this tonight, but here he was, buried deep inside her, hearing his name fall from her lips in a way that made him feel... something more than just the physical. He grunted as her nails clawed at the back of his neck, her body pressed against his in a way that made it impossible for him to think about anything else. Every thrust, every gasp, had him holding on tighter, needing her in a way that went beyond just sex. He wasn’t the kind to get caught up in feelings like this, but damn if being with Eva wasn’t messing with his head. Her moans echoed in his ears, the way she responded to him driving him wild. “Goddamn, darlin’…” he rasped, his voice rough as he watched her, caught between the intensity of their connection and the raw desire pulsing through his veins. He didn’t let up, gripping her hair as he felt her climax around him, her body shuddering with the force of it. The sound of her voice, the way she cried out his name, only pushed him further. When she kissed him - desperate, passionate - he groaned against her lips, not letting up on his pace as he rode out her climax with her. He could feel the heat coming through his own abdomen, the way she was clenching around him, the way her tongue against his felt, the way she was still moving against his body as she rode out her orgasm. Groaning into the kiss, Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed, and he could feel it. And with one last thrust, he managed to pull out before the white ropes started coming out of him, and he breathlessly bent down again, lips going straight back onto Eva’s now swollen cunt, tongue licking up her delicious juices. Moaning into her as he kept cumming, his hands moved to try and give him more space between the fabric of Eva’s shorts and her skin, but it kept getting in the way, and finally, the frustrations (as well as others) had to come out, and he grabbed a hold of each side of the shorts and her underwear, and tore them apart with a loud ripping sound. His frustrations and anger caused him to want to bring pleasure to Eva all day long.

EVA:

Eva wasn't sure of much these days, at least when it came to people's feelings and shit, yet she knew something was brewing with her, Morgan, and Puck. She'd gone over a week without so much as a peep from either man and when she'd noticed it, she'd felt a few different emotions but had chosen to swallow them and resort back to her old ways. She'd stuck her neck out to defend Morgan and try to push the idea that he deserved to know if he had a son out there, and then he'd essentially ghosted her afterwards — which she partially assumed was because she'd been right and Andy was only allowing him to see his son if he stayed away from her. She would've understood it, sure, but her disappointment and the lack of anything from Puck following their classroom fiasco had her doubting whatever feelings she was considering for either one of them, and then Morgan showed up like this. Whatever had gotten into him in the time they hadn't interacted was more than working out in her favor, and she damn near melted when he spoke. Him calling her darlin' was added to the list of shit she loved hearing the cowboy say, and if she wasn't already dripping all over his length, she certainly would have been now. Even the way he didn't miss a beat as he continued to pound her right through her orgasm was fucking sending her to all new heights of pleasure, and she was barely even able to contain the way she was moaning and panting simultaneously against his lips. Once he finally had to pull out, she frowned before watching him lower himself between her thighs again, and then her head was tilting back once more as she tugged on his hair again. "Ohh my God!" She yelped under the warmth of his tongue. "Mr. Weston—" She purred breathlessly now, yearning for more already but definitely aware that she needed a minute to recover. Her eyes widened when Morgan ripped both her shorts and her underwear, and the sight alone set every inch of her body on fire. "Goddamn.." Eva whined, and she would have been the one to initiate another round, but she knew they needed a break first, but she still liked their proximity so she wrapped her arms around his neck again and pulled him closer. "Not complaining....but we should talk." She pointed out. "Also, hi." They hadn't exactly had time to exchange pleasantries with the way he'd come right in and kissed her, so she figured now was a good time for it.

MORGAN:

Morgan’s breath was still uneven, his heart pounding from both the intensity of what they’d just shared and the weight of everything that had been on his mind for the past week. He hadn’t meant to disappear on her like that. In truth, he hadn’t meant for any of it to go the way it did with Andy either, but lately, he’d felt torn between too many places; a small part of him wished the kid was his; it meant that he’d created something bigger than he could ever describe. But on the other hand, he hoped Andy hadn’t lied about all of that to him, and he wasn’t ready to give up whatever it was that he had with Eva and Puck. Not now. Not when he was feeling some feelings that were indescribable but absolutely amazing to feel. As Eva wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the tension in him eased just a little. Being here with her, feeling her warmth, it reminded him of what he’d been missing. A small groan did escape his throat though; he’d wanted to keep going, wanted to keep tasting her. But he also understood why they couldn't. He pressed his forehead to hers for a moment, catching his breath, a small smile tugging at his lips when she gave him that ‘Mr. Weston’ tease. But her words about needing to talk lingered in his head, heavier than the playful mood they'd shared a moment ago. "Hey," he finally said softly, his voice low but filled with an unfamiliar warmth. He kissed her cheek lightly, the intensity of their earlier passion settling into something quieter, more intimate. "I’m sorry, I got a li’l carried away,” Morgan started, pulling back enough to look at her poor ripped bottoms that he’d gone all Hulk on. He let his hands slide up her back, grounding himself in the feel of her. Finally, his eyes lifted to catch hers again, sucking in a deep breath. They should talk. “And I’m sorry about just disappearing. It wasn’t about you. There’s been a lot goin’ on with Andy, tryin’ to figure out how to talk to 'em." Morgan sighed, shaking his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of regret and sincerity. "You deserved better than that, and I don’t wanna keep you in the dark. I wanna figure things out with you. Just… been caught up in my head, and I know I should’ve been here." He let his forehead rest against hers again, his touch gentle as if trying to show her that he meant every word. "But I’m here now. So, let’s talk."

EVA:

While Eva couldn't deny that Morgan coming in the way that he had and having his way with her had been hot as hell, it was only a bandage over the real issue here. She didn't expect much from him or from Puck, but proper communication to at least let her know that they were fine and just needed some space for a few days would have been nice. Anything would have been a much better alternative than the radio silence that had sent her right back to her old ways, but she wasn't about to tell them that. Especially not after Morgan had fucked her like that, and was prepared to go for another round until she'd stopped him. Letting him rest his forehead against her own, she took in his ragged breathing and allowed her own to even back out as she started trying to force her brain not to be so jumbled up now. She didn't even know what to say to him after the Andy thing, nor had she wanted to initiate the conversation herself considering that she'd gotten them all into this mess to begin with, but they would've just kept having sex if she hadn't intervened. She smiled at the kiss to her cheek, appreciating the simple gesture, before she too glanced at her now ripped bottoms. "Don't. That was sexy as hell, and I'm tempted to go get redressed just so you can do it all over again." She teased, though the thought had crossed her mind. Who wouldn't want to see that again? Before she could dwell on it too much, Morgan started his verbal apology, and she was already sighing when he mentioned not keeping her in the dark. Eva may have overstepped before, so she was 100% fine with being left in the dark on that situation, even if Morgan didn't want that. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as he continued, leaning more into his touch as her mind settled...for the most part. When it was finally her turn, she shrugged first. "I'm not mad that you weren't here. I dropped one hell of a bomb on you so I get why you needed space, and I'm glad that you took it." She reassured him. "Honestly, your situation with Andy should be handled with just you two. I can't promise not to argue with them again, and if that is your son, I'm not gonna be the reason why you can't be in his life." The kid thing wasn't for her anyways, but especially not when the kid was that young, so she had no issue removing herself in order to let Morgan see his son. "I am mad that you, and Puck, just ghosted me without so much as a simple text to tell me you were okay or wanted out of..whatever we're doing." Eva could have called it a relationship, or something akin to that, yet she'd much rather vomit than label it as such. "If all of this is too much while you're trying to figure things out with Andy, then just say that."

MORGAN:

Morgan closed his eyes for a moment, letting her words sink in as he rested his forehead against hers. Her touch was grounding, but her words cut through the haze of everything they’d just done, forcing him to confront what he’d been avoiding. He wasn’t great with feelings, especially when they got messy, and this thing with Eva and Puck - it was starting to get real messy. And now, with Andy in the mix, things were spinning faster than he could keep up. He gave a soft chuckle at her teasing about getting redressed just to have him rip her clothes off again. It was easier to lean into that kind of talk, to keep things light and fun like they usually did, but the seriousness in her tone when she mentioned Andy pulled him right back to the heart of the issue. “I get it,” Morgan said quietly, his voice soft but sincere. “You’re right. I should’ve said somethin’. Should’ve let you know I was okay, that I just needed some time.” He brushed a thumb along her jaw, searching her eyes. “I didn’t mean to ghost you, Eva. I’ve just been tryin’ to figure out what the hell to say to Andy, how to handle all this without makin’ a bigger mess. But I should’ve made sure you weren’t left wonderin’ ’bout me. That wasn’t fair to you.” Morgan sighed, leaning back just enough to look at her fully. “As for this thing with Andy – the kid isn’t mine.” He said, definitively. He trusted Andy to tell him the truth. “And while it’s been somethin’ I’ve had to deal with on my own, you bein’ around, that doesn’t mean I can’t figure it out. You didn’t cause any of this, and you sure as hell ain’t the reason I’m tryin’ to sort things out with them. Don’t think for a second you’re the problem here.” He paused, his brow furrowing as he tried to find the right words. “And I ain’t tryin’ to get out of whatever this is between us, Eva. I don’t know what it is, and maybe that’s part of the problem. But I know I care about you. I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t.”

EVA:

Eva hated feelings, she hated doing the serious thing and she had been trying her hardest to avoid it for as long as she possibly could. It was a habit, one she'd perfected over the years as she ran away from her feelings, and communication wasn't her strong suit. Clearly the same went for Morgan and Puck, which wasn't a good thing, but she'd just assumed they were all fine with things the way that they were until this whole thing happened. Nodding along as he pointed out the obvious, she didn't feel the need to point it out again since he knew what he'd done wrong again. Leaning into the hand on her jaw, she knew he meant every single word he was saying, which helped ease the rest of her frustration. "You can stop apologizing, cowboy. I hear you, and I believe you." She stated. Poor communication was certainly the cause for all of this shit, and she didn't know if they'd all grow from this overnight, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Or she was, until he insisted that the kid wasn't his. There was so much she wanted to say, to ask why the hell he believed that so easily, but she was deciding not to get involved in all of that again. Letting him say what else he needed to say, Eva simply hummed before shrugging nonchalantly. "I care about you too. And truthfully, I want to be here for you through all of this, I do, but that means talking to me. Seriously, if everything with Andy is too much and you need space, just say it. If you need a distraction, then I can do be that. But I need you to talk to me because I can't read your mind, cowboy." She pointed out before she leaned in and kissed him softly. "But ghost me like that again and I swear I'll kick your ass."

MORGAN:

Morgan smiled against her lips as she kissed him, feeling the tension between them start to ease. There was something comforting in the way Eva said she believed him, the way she didn’t push for more explanations or question the Andy situation further. He knew it wasn’t simple, but hearing her say she cared and was willing to be there meant more than he could put into words right now. He pulled back just slightly, enough to meet her eyes with a softer look. “I hear you, Eva. I’m not gonna disappear on you again, I promise,” he said, his voice low and genuine. His thumb brushed lightly against her jaw as he kept his hand there, feeling the warmth of her skin under his palm. There was a part of him that still didn’t fully understand what he was feeling - whether it was the mess with Andy or the uncertainty with the throuple that had him all turned around - but he knew one thing for sure. He didn’t want to lose either Puck nor Eva, and he couldn’t keep pretending his feelings for her were just surface level. “I've missed you,” he admitted, his smile crooked, almost sheepish. Hearing her threat, he knew that she wasn't kidding around, but he couldn't help but grin anyway, nodding along as he took it in. "Good thing I don't want to ghost you then, huh?" And with that, Morgan moved both arms around Eva's form, slipping her off of the counter, and throwing her over his shoulder, her ass right in the air, and the torn garments of her bottoms swinging about. "Now, if you don't mind, Ms. Anderson, you and I have some things to catch up on," He said, making his way to the bedroom, as he kept a steady hand on Eva so she wouldn't leave his shoulder, and another giving her ass a playful smack. He wasn't about to go another week and a half without her again, but he also didn't hate the fact that his only intention was to spend every waking second devouring her and making sure she knew he'd missed her.

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