When I open my eyes I take a moment to register my location, but the overwhelming and comforting scent of Morgan makes me turn into her back, beside me. Her warmth is a welcomed sensation against my belly. I run my hand over her waist and rest my palm against her stomach, kissing her shoulder as she stirs a little. Her hand covers mine against her flesh, her fingers tracing circles over the back of it.

"Morning" she whispers.

I shuffle up as close as possible, her hair smells so good. She leans back into me "morning... how are you feeling" I ask. I'm still a little concerned. Morgan's bruises mixed with her clear and obvious emotional pain. It was horrible to see her that way. I had no idea that behind the scenes she was still battling her ex wife. Annie, a person who seemed to be unable to let her go, a complete narcissist. Honestly if I found out she touched her again I wasn't sure how I could hold back from locating her myself and doing the same thing back to her. Morgan was no more hers than she was mine. She wasn't owned, or a possession, she was a human being who deserved to move on, who deserved to be free if she wanted it and nobody should feel they have the power to hold you down like that. Nobody should force you to stay somewhere you don't want to be, a persons emotions shouldn't ever be played with in this manner, but that was a narcissist to a tee, no empathy or consideration for others, manipulative, selfish, demanding and patronising.

"I'm okay... I'm so sorry your first night here was spent like that" she apologises.

I kiss her shoulder again "don't be... I'm glad I can be here for you"

"Well I don't want to talk about her anymore... can we start again" she asks, turning around.

Her dark blue eyes look to me lovingly as her fingers stroke my cheek "can this be the moment you arrive" she asks.

I smile and place my hand over hers "yes this can be it"

She leans forward and kisses my lips, and it's so hard not to reach out and touch her, being pressed together in this bed. Her breasts are pushed against my chest, the feeling of them there, a little distraction, longing to touch her, but I keep my hand to hers and enjoy the kiss. The sweet kiss, and the scent of her hair making me sigh.

Morgan Keaton was in my arms and I had never felt more at peace in my life. It was like this was where I was meant to be, her heart beating faster with every brush of my lips to hers, her hand landing on my hip, onto the slither of flesh between my shorts and my t shirt. The sensation, welcomed, a warmth slowly running down my skin, like her finger tips were brushing my flesh with electric pulses that set off the chain reaction. I take her hand and lift it away, pulling it up to my shoulder where she instead runs it up through my hair before pulling away a little "why did you move my hand" she asks.

I smile and roll on top of her. She laughs as I hold myself up above her "because it was starting to turn me on and we are here for walks and talks no!?" I ask teasingly.

She looks up to me above her, her finger tip running from my chin down past my sternum, following a line straight down between my breasts over the top of my t shirt. Her eyes draw me in as her lips twitch with amusement "I didn't mean to turn you on... wanna go for a walk" she asks.

I roll my eyes and drop down on top of her, burying my face in her hair "okay" I groan jovially.

Her body vibrates beneath me as she laughs "Leah" she asks.

I slowly look up and back to her "yes" I reply.

She takes my jaw gently and pulls me back, my dark hair mixing with hers as our lips entwined once again before she releases me a little breathlessly "That's better" she admits "now let's get up and get going before this whole sharing a bed things leads us down the wrong path" she says pulling back the sheets and slipping out from under me, sending me down onto the mattress with a thud. 

"Oh I don't think it's wrong... I think it's right..." I reply "I just don't think it's right now. If we started I'm not sure we would stop, and you are right... we should take this slow and make it memorable" I agree.

"Well It will certainly be memorable. This will go down as my horniest week in history and also my most restrained" Morgan admits looking back down to me in the bed. "Why do you have to look so damn good..." she curses before walking into her ensuite.

***
"So how did you get into basketball" she asks as we walk the nature trail beside her house.

I look back to her and take her hand in mine, it's cool out, December in Arizona is sixty degrees Fahrenheit so not that cold compared to Texas which was about twenty less right now. Morgan is clearly used to the Arizona heat because she's freezing.

I smile to see her in the green winter bobble hat, with a long thick winter coat that looked like it could double up as a sleeping bag "I started at middle school... and figured out pretty quick I was good at it, and it came kind of natural to me. So, I just went with it, and it got me a little more attention, and there was this girl I liked" I begin.

Morgan nudges me "these stories always head this way... was she a cheerleader? a team mate?" She asks jovially.

I shake me head "no she was the mascot... a giant panther most of the season... but she was so cute when she took the head off-" I realise how that sounds when I look to Morgan's raised brow "well she wasn't gay" I add quickly.

Morgan nods "oh... so this was your first straight girl crush" she asks.

I confirm with a nod "yes she was... anyway once I realised that she wasn't going to be a love interest we became good friends instead. She is the third part of my girl gang from high school. Joplin being the second"

"What's her name" Morgan asks.

"Spencer" I reveal.

Morgan nods "and what pray tell is Spencer doing now... still a panther?" She asks amused.

I shake my head and smile lifting her hand to my lips and kissing the back of it.

"No she just moved back to Honey falls actually. She is fresh out of medical school and doing her residency at the local hospital. She's going to be a kick ass orthopaedic surgeon" I reveal.

"Wow that's great. She must be a smart cookie" she replies.

I pull her under my arm and kiss her forehead "she is ridiculously smart and most definitely the only reason I got through my high school diploma"

"Wait is she the brunette in your picture last week? The one with Joplin..."

"Yes that's Spencer" I confirm.

Morgan sucks in air "thank god she's straight... she's beautiful" she confesses.

I stop walking and pull Morgan into my arms. She smiles as she looks up to me and I lean down and kiss her lips, quick little kisses "You don't have anything to worry about" i promise

She frowns "she is still straight right?" She asks.

I kind of wrinkle up my nose and show my teeth "um..." I hesitate.

She throws her head back "nooooooooo" she says playfully "no no no..." she adds dramatically looking back to me "she's not straight?"

I laugh "Morgan it doesn't matter..." I say shaking my head and kissing her softly. "Spencer kind of experimented in college and had a little fling with a girl, but honestly she's had about four boyfriends since then so I have no idea"

"Oh Leah if she's even one percent into girls she's probably Bi. It's not worked out by whose between your legs currently...but it doesn't matter" she says leaning up to kiss my lips "because you" she says wrapping her arms around my neck "are here with me... and I am literally obsessed with you" she whispers, kissing my nose and then peppering my cheeks in kisses as I smile under her affection.

"And I" I say cupping her cheeks "am head over heels in love with you...." I confess quite honestly, not even trying to down play it now, because my goodness, Morgan had me feeling everything, and all at once. Honestly, at twenty seven I hadn't ever felt anything like it. The spark had set ablaze every inch of me and Morgan was the accelerant. She leans up to kiss my lips and my mouth opens to hers, it is becoming harder not to slip my tongue into her mouth but I know the moment one of us does, this could be game over. I was holding back for now, but one wrong move and the urge to take this to the bedroom, or wherever was closest would win out. I wanted too. I wasn't dead down there. I felt the urges. I just managed to hold them back. I wanted nothing more than to kiss Morgan's neck and inhale her there, and to run my hands down her bare flesh, but she wanted this slow. I was happy to enjoy the romance, without sex, because at the end of the day, all that mattered was being by her side.

***

Morgan throws a few more pieces of wood on the fire in the hearth. We sit on the floor in front of it, it's the evening now and it's dark out, the air has cooled right down. Morgan is wearing a cream coloured long sleeved fitted t shirt with buttons that ran down from the neck between her cleavage and a pair of tight dark blue denim jeans. I have a grey merch sweater from my basketball team on and some bleached denim jeans. Morgan looks so dreamy, her blonde hair falling down her back as she backs up back into my arms. I place them around her and hold her to me, my back against the couch. "This is nice"

She turns as I kiss her cheek "it is isn't it" she muses and she takes my hand in hers and holds it on her lap.

"Now tell me something..." I ask.

She runs her fingers across my hand "anything" she replies and she takes a sip of wine.

"What made you decide not to ghost me the second time" I ask.

She looks back to me "you want me to stroke your ego" she asks teasingly.

I shake my head "no not like that... I just wondered what it was that changed your mind ... on me?" I ask.

She places her wine down and turns around, slipping her legs around my waist so she's facing me, her arms wrapping around my shoulders loosely. God, she was beautiful. She sweeps her hair over her right ear as her eyes take me in appreciatively "I broke my rule and saw you twice ... and apparently that's all it took... for you to get in my head and not leave" she says kissing my nose "and honestly I watched you for months playing basketball and you drove me a little insane. Leah you are just a million wonderful things wrapped up in one human... and all of your things call to all of mine, and I can't ignore the chances of that"

"I'm glad you threw your play book out for me" I say relieved "because if I didn't get a chance to do this" I say kissing her softly "I'm not sure I ever would have gotten over the what ifs"

"I hate what ifs" she agrees and her hands thread up through my hair, her lips lift and she looks me over, her eyes moving from mine to my lips and across my cheeks "Touch me" she asks quietly. She lowers her hands, taking mine and placing them on her flesh beneath her top. Her skin is warm, my palms nervously press to her sides, butterflies taking off on contact. She moves hers back around my neck as she shuffles forward. My hands run down and tug her a little closer. Her lips so close to mine, my eyes look up to find hers waiting and she cups my face so gently. My hands slowly run up and down her sides, with each stroke, the intensity of the butterflies gets stronger "I love you Leah"

She leans forward and captures my lips, her tongue softly running across my bottom lip, and the sensation and apprehension of the kiss coming sends warmth into my belly. Her tongue softly brushes mine for the first time this week, the warmth, it radiates through my entire body and down between my legs, taking a moan with it. Her mouth opens to mine, taking it, and as we tentatively discover each other...I lean back into the couch as her body pressed into mine further.

I cannot help the way my hands feverishly run up her stomach, nor the way she turns me on with every brush of her tongue and caress of her lips. I slowly push my fingers under her bra, moving it aside as my palms cover her breasts, squeezing ever so gently which illicits a pleasurable moan. This does nothing to silence the urges to lay Morgan down in front of this fire and make love to her.

She breaks away from the embrace and my fingers slip down out of her bra. Her pupils are dilated, her lips are pink "I want you so bad it's starting to hurt" she confesses.

I nod, my breathing a little fast "I am literally erect right now"

She smiles, a smile that lifts her entire face as her hands run down my biceps, squeezing a little against my hardened flesh "you certainly feel hard" she says with an eyebrow raise.

"Are you trying to tease me ... because it's working" I say playfully.

She leans forward and sweeps my hair aside. Her tongue runs across my neck from my shoulder, and over my pulse point where she pauses. "Fuck... Morgan...stop" I beg before she pushes it a little more intensely up to my earlobe. My entire body prickles with the electricity of her as the warmth of her tongue bathes my ear. "I can't breathe" I confess, tilting my head to the side. The throb between my legs feeling like a beating drum.

"Wanna walk it out" she asks teasingly, pulling away from my neck and making my eyes widen "Do...I...want... to...walk... it out..." I repeat shaking my head in disbelief "Morgan you are the worst kind of tease..."

She smiles, she clearly liked having me on this cliffs edge. I move out from underneath her, she slips off of my lap to the floor and I take my glass of wine and take a long sip. "I'm going to bed" I announce.

She looks up to me with a cute frown "wait... why" she asks.

I lick my lips "because I'm so horny right now I can no longer function... I need a cold shower" I say teasingly.

She stands up and walks over, throwing her arms around my waist "please don't... I will miss you... I promise I will behave"

"It's too late... the throbbing has commenced" I confess.

She pushes me back a little into the kitchen side, her hand slipping down over my jeans and applying the smallest pressure between my legs "here" she asks.

I nod "most definitely there"

"Come on then... let me assist you with that" she says taking my wine and placing it down gently on the table before she leads me to the stairs.

"Wait, I thought we were waiting" I ask.

She turns and smiles "it's been two days... that's pretty good going... now let me relieve some of that built up tension" she says leading me to her bedroom.

My fingers are in hers as she tugs me into her shower room. She takes the hem of my sweater and lifts it and I help her take it off. Her eyes wonder over me as she takes the sports bra and does the same. She tugs at the buttons on my jeans, the urgency making me feel every sensation against my flesh as this beautiful woman undresses me. Once Morgan's done with me, she pulls her own clothes off and I assist her to unclip her bra. Her breasts are full and soft, the pink buds look so delicate. I pull her to me instantly and sigh as my mouth covers them one by one, sucking them softly, the sensation of the spherical curves sucked into my mouth, filling me as my tongue runs against them, make my own go hard. I flick and taunt her nipples until they harden against me. Her hands run through my hair, her head rocking back slightly as my hands hold her waist and draw her repeatedly to me. "Okay okay" she begs pushing me back, her fingers gently running over my left breast "shower first" she says walking over and switching it on before she backs into the cubicle and reaches out playfully, pulling me in with her. Her lips covered mine instantly, as she backed us into the shower wall, bringing me against her, her mouth opens to mine, and the kisses are not shy. They are intimate and longing, and as the water runs down my body and hers, my hands slip against her flesh, and I want to be inside of Morgan more than anything now. I needed to make love to her with an urgency. Our embrace intensifies, her hands wonder over my breasts, they dip down, fingers tracing my inner thigh, stroking me, making me jerk forward as her fingers slip through my wetness. Her moans are louder than mine as she removes them and flips us around so that my back is to the wall. She runs her hands down my sides as she lowers, making me gasp a little as she takes my thighs, parting them slightly as her tongue pushes inside of me. She goes down on me against the wall. Her hands taking my plumped flesh of my rear as she drove my centre against her tongue. I ran my hand down her fair hair, looking down and seeing her fuck me this way, uff it made my eyes roll up in ecstasy "mmhmm" I moan closing my eyes to the warm water running down my body, and Morgan's warm tongue filling me at the same time. Her hands squeeze my rear firmly, taking charge...and honestly, nothing and nobody had ever turned me on more in my entire life. Morgan was an absolute dream, not only did she make my heart double in beats with her love, her words, and her affection... she also made it dance as she made love to me and laid that love against my flesh. She was a revelation, and I wouldn't ever get over it, all of the ways Morgan Keaton set my body and soul on fire.

***
Leah Mitchell, wow, not only is she a walking talking dream, but she can lift me like I'm no weight at all, and she does as I kiss back up her torso in the shower. She lifts me, holding me against her waist as she walks us back into the bedroom, dropping me down beneath her on the bed sheets, her body coming down on top of me, sending my entire body into a mess of apprehension, lust, and longing, but mostly I just loved her. I loved her so hard it was taking my breath away with the way it came so quickly and it wouldn't stop. I was literally at her mercy. Leah Mitchell had the power in her hands to destroy me now, and I never feared she would, because she was not that girl, but in the weeks that followed I would be down on my knees, again, and love would be dead to me. I would promise to never let it in again, for it had only ever brought me pain. So much pain!

But here in this moment as Leah kissed softly up my stomach, as her hands discovered me tenderly, a slow and sensual love making...I was happy. I was so loved by her it made me want to cry... because she offered it and I felt it. I know it was real. I know it, and yet it dissolved in seconds, like it fell into a case of acid, eradicated in one sizzling drop.

"I want to feel you inside of me" I whisper into her ear as she kisses my neck. She turns and kisses up my jaw to my lips and I cup her cheeks and let my fingers run over her freckles before drawing her mouth against mine. Our tongues brush gently, her hand wonders down between us, and my stomach sucks in at the apprehension. I gasp a little against her mouth as her fingers trail down between my legs, finding my arousal and pushing inside of me.
So slowly, that it made me break our kiss and fall back down into the sheets. I held her shoulders as she moved inside of me, taking me in such a loving manner. In a way I hadn't been touched in a long long time. Annie had always been a little more firm, never really gentle, slower perhaps but not gentle. I bite my lip, sighing as my legs widen and she lowers herself down between them, her weight against her hand, another digit slipping inside of me. Her eyes meet mine, and they say it all, she loves me, perhaps as much as I was realising I loved her, but again, was it something I was imagining?!

"I love you" she whispers as she kisses me again, this time a languid and sensually slow kiss that made me feel everything for her. Everything.

No I didn't imagine it.

***

There were no cameras in the upstairs of the house, something Annie now cursed herself for, because Morgan had led this girl up there hours ago and they hadn't come back down. She could only sit and imagine, biting her knuckles at what they may be doing.

"Fuck this" she cursed taking her phone and dialling Tasha, a girl she had met at the colleges. A girl who was happy to be hers, who wanted her, and texted her all the time wanting more. Not that Annie wanted her, not romantically. She only wanted Morgan, but if she couldn't have her, this twenty two year old from the college would do. She had a body you could bounce a penny off of, fit, firm, and breasts that were so perky they could poke an eye out. She was everything Annie should be wanting, but she wasn't Morgan, and emotionally Annie was switched off. Physically though she would fuck Tasha at any opportunity, and when she would orgasm, she would close her eyes and imagine it was Morgan... not Tasha.

"Hi" she greets, as Tasha answered with surprise.

"Annie I didn't think we would see each other this week" she returns.

"Where are you" Annie asks.

"Clubbing with my college friends before some of them go home for the holidays" she answers.

"What are you wearing" Annie asks.

Tasha sounds as if she walks to a quieter location in the club, she hears voices, it's the girls bathroom "a little black dress" she finally answers.

"Meet me at my office... half an hour" Annie demands.

Tasha jumps to attention "okay" she answers and Annie smiles, she was well trained.

Annie's parents arrived last night and were in the guest rooms. A perfect opportunity to slip out and leave them all to it whilst she got her needs met.

***
Annie's car drops her at her gallery, to the rear entrance of her office, and she slips her key in the lock and walks in. The security guard nods toward her "you are in late Ms Bonetti"

"I have a guest ...Natasha... she is due any moment.. please send her up and do not not disturb me" she says sternly.

He nods "of course"

Annie throws down her purse, removes her heels and pours two shots from a bottle in the bottom draw, taking one and downing it. She takes the seat at her desk and puts her password into her computer, going straight to the security app for the Arizona house, to the live feed. Her eyes widen to see Morgan walking through the kitchen in nothing but her short silk robe. The girl was coming behind her and running her hands up her thighs affectionately as she kisses her neck. Annie's fists tighten as she watches the girl with the long hair lift her wife onto the counter, slipping open her robe. Annie's eyes shut momentarily as Morgan's breasts become visible and then disappear as the girl bends her back over the counter and kisses up her torso. The sensations that follow are anger, and rage, but also arousal, to see Morgan's body, and to see this girl touch her in this way. Morgan sits up and Annie leans forward to see what was happening, they were laughing. Morgan and this girl were laughing together.

Morgan wraps her arms around this girls neck and she gives her a look that even on this slightly grainy video...Annie recognised. She loves her...

The girl pulls her into her arms and they start to move slow, in each others embrace, dancing slowly, and all the while, kissing. This didn't seem to be a random hook up. What had Annie missed?!

"Hi" Tasha said coming through the door.

Annie quickly shut the app, her heart beating wildly from watching her wife being romanced by another, clearly after fucking for two hours, since both were half naked. Her eyes darkened to see Tasha stood there in her little black dress, it's hem was so high up her thigh it could barely be considered a dress "come here" she said "close the door" she demanded.

Tasha did as she was told before walking over.

Tasha was much like Morgan when she met her, and that was the attraction, and what made Tasha her only interest right now, her only play thing.

"You went out in this" Annie asks her.

She nods and bites her lip "yes" she confesses

"And do you think it's appropriate" she asks.

Tasha lifts an eyebrow "I'm single... aren't I" she says trying to goad her. She had wanted Annie to make this official for months.

"You are not going to wear this out again" Annie commands taking her waist as she stands up, before pushing her down onto the desk. "Now tell me how bad you have been.." she demands, placing her hands on Tashas flesh and looking down as she lifted the material of the dress until it no longer covered her thighs at all.

"very bad" Tasha confessed.

"I think I need to teach you a lesson. I can't have this... nobody is allowed to touch you but me ... right?" She asks her with a look of domination washing over her features.

"Right" she gives in.

"Open your legs" Annie demands.

Tasha makes a point of not looking away from Annie's stare as she slowly opened her legs "wider" Annie demands, and she does as she's told as Annie leans over her, kissing her neck, before reaching for the thin strap of the dress and taking it in both hands and ripping it away. She then ripped the second one, rendering the dress unwearable.

Tasha looked a little annoyed "that was expensive" she moans closing her legs.

Annie forces them back open standing between them "I will buy you two more in its place... if you behave" she says cocking an eyebrow.

Tasha jumps forward capturing her lips, pulling Annie against her and forcing her hand between her legs "do it... fuck me hard" she begs.

Annie bites her lip as she draws back and she takes the dress and rips it from Tashas body entirely, revealing her tight little body, which sends Annie's sexual appetite into overdrive. Thoughts of Morgan begin to whirl through her mind, wanting to make her pay for it, and wanting to fuck her into submission. The need to be the centre of her world, the only person in her life and in her bed was overwhelming. She had to end this little fling of hers and she had to get Morgan back, whatever the consequences and whomever the casualties. This wasn't happening... she wasn't letting this girl have her. Annie loved Morgan, she just loved her so much she couldn't see straight, and it made her absolutely insane, quite literally. It didn't do to love someone that much that you became a monster when you feared they were letting go. Monsters have a habit of ending people rather than sharing them...you see it every day on the news... Annie swore she wasn't that bad, but how far would she go to get what she wanted.

Annie pulls Tasha to her feet and then flips her onto her front and bends her over the desk, completely naked, whispering into her ear, her hand tugging on her blonde hair as her other hand went between her legs "How hard" she asks.

Tashas eyes fill with desire, unlike Morgan, she loved it this way, "Hard" she begged and her mouth dropped open as Annie gave her just that ... a hard and intense work out on her desk...before she allowed her to do the same to her, pushing her down between her legs so she could please her with her mouth.

This was only headed in one direction. Annie was coming for Leah, and once she figured out who she was, it would be game over.

***