You groaned. You hated collage and you didn't understand why you were even still attending. Rolling your eyes you sighed as you had come to Morty's house to see his grandpa.

You were twenty-three, travling theough time and space with Rick had made you regret a lot of things.

But one of those things that you didn't regret was the motel stop in space with Rick.

That was... unforgettable.

You opened the garage door carrying underneath your arm some papers.

"Hey Rick?"

You questioned walking into his lab. Rick was looking over some papers when you came into the room. Rick glanced back at you.

"Hey."

He belched. He turned his attention back to his work. You walked into the garage closing the door behind you.

"Hey, Rick, you think you have the things on this list?"

You questioned putting the list down onto his table. Rick glanced down at the list and raised his brow. He looked over at you and chuckled a bit.

"Yeah, I've got it. B-But what do you need it for?"

"Collage science project."

Rick snorted and put the list down.

"Why are you even in collage? It's nothing but -- but a waste of time."

Rick said belching as he stood up and walked over to his shelf. You rolled your eyes as you leaned back against the table.

"Yeah, trust me I know. But, you can't get anywhere in life today without a collage degree."

You said when Rick turned around and looked at you with a raised brow.

"Well... aside from you that is to say."

You said with a shrug. Rick continued to look at you as he stopped rummaging through the boxes.

"You -- you know you're smart enough to not have to do this shit. Drop out. Do this."

Rick said waving around the garage. You raised a brow. Did Rick just complement your intellectual property? You blinked slowly looking at him.

"Yeah, not smart enough to do this."

You motioned around the garage. Rick belched again and brought the box of supplies over to the desk and dropped them beside you.

"You know if you were to drop out, you'd have more time to learn, more time to -- more time to go on adventures with me. See some amazing shit. Wouldn't be so -- so bored."

"Yeah, I'm done with adventures for a while. The last one almost got us both killed."

You reminded the older man. He looked at you before a smirk came to his lips. He stepped forward to where he had his pelvis pressed against yours, pinning you to the work bench.

"True, but it -- but it also allowed us to have some fun of our own."

Rick said with a sly smirk. You felt your cheeks flush as you stood there trapped against Rick, feeling the slowly growing excitement in his pants. You swallowed looking up at him.

"So, you want me to quit collage so you'll have more time in my pants?"

You asked. He belched causing you to scrunch up your face.

"Like I said, you're smart, babe."

Your eyes widened a bit from the pet name. He had just pulled it out of the air and it shocked you. But not as much as his lips coming down onto yours. You closed your eyes and moaned softly. Your hands wrapped up around the back of his head.

Your brain trying to figure out what you were even doing at this point. You had come here for some tools and resources for your collage science project and yet here you found yourself making out with a seventy year old man, who was the grandpa of your cousin's and your aunt's father.

Still, you liked it.

"Rick."

You moaned through parting your lips from his. Rick groaned and his fingers moved over your jeans as he fumbled with your button.

"Safe word?"

You heard Rick question as his hands removed your jeans, his fingers brushing against your pantie less bundle of nerves. You inhaled deeply at the action before you found yourself able to speak.

"Flux compositor."

You replied causing Rick to smirk as his fingers dove into your heat. You moaned and gasped feeling his fingers flexing and curling inside you.

Science project be damned. You were about to get some dick.