Author: Delightfully Weird PM
This little gem will be a collection of so-called "one-shots" between Hunter and Morgan. This has been done a couple of times before, but this is my version. Let it be noted first 2 chapters are a little sad. Please give it a chance!Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Morgan R. & Hunter N. - Chapters: 7 - Words: 6,826 - Reviews: 8 - Favs: 4 - Follows: 2 - Updated: 06-29-12 - Published: 03-06-12 - id: 7900158
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Hey, so I'm kind of cheating a bit with this chapter. I had had this up as a one-shot on it's own, but I'm thinking it'll be better suited in here.
I kind of feel like we as readers got a little gipped after "Full Circle" and so here's what I think would have been awesome for Morgan's high school graduation!
There is sexual content. It's not very explicit, but it is sex.
"If I knew you were going to be stressing, we would've had the party at my place!" Bree practically shouted over the amplified music.
"There are people having sex in my pool, Bree!" I yelled back.
She looked over my shoulder to the back patio and laughed. "We're all eighteen, Officer Rowlands, I promise." She handed me her cup, and knowing I didn't have a choice, I drank it quickly, wincing slightly.
The last time I had gotten drunk, Hunter had found me in my underwear, puking my guts up. I did not want to relive that in front of the entire graduating class.
"Seriously, lighten up! After tomorrow we'll probably never see these people again—especially you since you're ditching us for Ireland. Just let loose for once, it won't kill you!"
"I haven't made up my mind," I said.
Bree just rolled her eyes and filled up her cup with Sprite and vodka. "You've decided, Morgan, and that's great for you! I am really genuinely happy for you, but you can't blame me for being a little bummed that my best friend is moving to another country in a matter of weeks!"
"I can say no—go to school with you in the fall. I don't have to completely detach myself from my life here."
"No, but you want to," she said, almost too quiet for me to hear. "You know you can't pass this opportunity up—and I'd be disappointed in you if you did. Hey, you're lucky! You at least know what you want to do!"
It took everything I had in me not to cry at that moment, and Bree laughed—her defense mechanism for tears. "Drink, bitch! Have fun for one night!" she laughed, handing me a cup and raising hers to mine, the red plastic momentarily bending.
Two hours later, I had let go of the fact that there were naked and horny teenagers in my pool. I had let go of the fact that my parent's house was trashed and many objects were broken. I had even let go of the fact that I hated dancing in public, as I demonstrated now, in my skimpy tank top and short-shorts nonetheless.
I had even let go of the fact that I was about eighty to ninety percent inebriated and could only focus on the thrumming bass that pounded through my chest and my best friends in the same little circle as me—if we separated, then we'd all be lost in the crowded living room that had been stripped of all furniture before people had gotten here.
Eventually, though, I had to come up for air. I lightly pushed through my now former classmates and escaped to the front door, very grateful at that moment for the slight breeze in the hot June night.
I sat on my porch, resting my forearms on my thighs and leaning against them.
The steps were lined with bottles and empty cups, empty bags of chips, a condom wrapper here and there which led me to believe that the neighbors had gotten a good show tonight and would have loads to tell my parents when they got back in two days.
It took me barely a moment to register that someone had spoken, and I looked around wildly until my eyes focused on the six-foot-two blonde boy standing five feet away from me. It took even longer to realize that this was my boyfriend—my boyfriend that I hadn't seen in nearly four months, and that had only been for a day.
"Hunter?" I asked hopefully, and his grin made me rush up off the porch and into his arms. "I thought I was going to see you in three weeks?"
"Then that would've been almost five months without seeing you, and I just can't bear that," he murmured, catching my lips in a heated kiss. He recoiled after my tongue came into contact with his. "How much did you drink?"
I felt my face heat up and I took a small step back. "I didn't count," I admitted sheepishly.
Hunter just grinned and shook his head, pulling me against him again and kissing my temple. "Is there somewhere a little more private than your front porch?" he whispered. "I feel your neighbors may be a little too interested in what's going on over here."
I giggled and took his head, motioning to the front door. "I think they may have had an orgy on the front lawn earlier," I said, hearing my slurred speech and wondering if my drunken state would be a deal breaker.
Hunter just laughed as I led him inside and to my bedroom. Thankfully, the kids I had gone to school with knew some boundaries, because my room had been left completely alone. I locked both the main door and the bathroom door, leaving Hunter and I to be free of interruption.
"How conscious are you?" he asked with a wicked gleam of humor in those clear green eyes.
I ignored that jab and lay down on my side across the bed. "I'm trying to remember this spell," I said.
"What spell?" he asked, lying next to me.
"Killian told me…" I replied absently. I couldn't even begin to remember it. "Last time I drank, he did this spell that made me sober for a little bit. Do you know it?" I asked hopefully.
He chuckled softly and raised himself on his elbows to look down at me. "I didn't make you drink, Morgan."
I whined and sat up. "What can I do to convince you?" I asked, straddling his waist. I kissed his neck as I unbuttoned his navy-blue shirt.
My breath caught in my throat as his hand went between my legs, resting on my inner thigh just below the crotch of my shorts—damp with excitement, sweat, and chlorinated water. His fingers expertly unbuttoned my shorts with no effort at all.
Before he could tease me like I knew he wanted to, I got off the bed and shimmied the frayed denim shorts off my hips and to the floor, followed by the removal of my black tank and underwear. I resumed my position on top of him, kissing his lips this time as I undid his jeans, smiling as I felt the already hard bulge through the material.
I may have been going too slow, or he may have just been tired of me being dominate, but either way in a matter of seconds I was underneath him on the bed, his erect member between my thighs as he kissed down my body, taking extra time around my more-developed breasts.
It had taken nearly eighteen years, but I finally ended up with boobs that were worthy of being in a small B cup bra. That was quite an achievement for me.
"Hunter," I whined. His mouth was right below my navel and right above where I wanted him.
"Yes?" he asked coyly, inching closer and closer to the one little spot he knew would drive me crazy.
"Please?" I asked in a small voice as he was hovering just above my hips. He repositioned himself so he could kiss my lips, entering me quickly before I could object, and by that point I was a goner.
It could've been minutes; it could've been hours. Eventually I hit my release just after he did, my eyes couldn't blink away the stars, my legs couldn't stop shaking from around Hunter's waist. My whole body felt alive, thrumming from the aftermath of making love with Hunter. He pulled out so painfully slow that it should've been considered torture.
When I could breathe again, I slowly turned on my side and rested my head on his chest, hearing his loud, uneven heartbeat in my ear.
"I love you," I murmured.
I felt so much better than any drug or drink could make me. More importantly, I felt sober at that moment, and for that I was grateful.
The music downstairs seemed miles away, as with the rest of my graduating class. I only focused on the blonde boy in my bed, and the slow return of his steady heartbeat as he and I both came down from a dangerous high.
"I love you, too," he promised, kissing the top of my head. "Just think," he murmured, and I looked up at him. "We get to do this again in a few short weeks."
I giggled, delighted by that fact. In a few weeks, I'd be with him in his own place. I won't need to worry about my parents coming home or him being interrupted with stuff for the new council he had decided to start up.
It would be three whole days of uninterrupted alone time with the only person who mattered.
Then it would be back to the real world.