They had had a hard shift, so all the CSI's, except for Russell went to a bar near the lab. They sat on a table close to dance floor and ordered drinks.
"DB should have come."-Nick said.
"He has a wife, a family."-Sara answered him.
After a few drinks and a lot of laughing, Morgan finally had the courage and asked.
"Hey Greg, let's dance."
"I'm not that drunk."
"Come on."
He shook his head.
"I'm getting you drunk!"-Morgan exclaimed with a provoking smile.
The eldest CSI's couldn't help, but smile.
After 3 hours and a lot of alcohol, Greg and Nick were finally drunk.
"I told ya!"-Morgan screamed-"Let's dance!"
"No way. I'm going home. Bye, bye."
"He can't drive on that condition."-Finn said. Sara agreed with her.
"I'll take you home."-Morgan said heading toward the door.
"Today something is going to happen between them. I bet!"-Sara said on a whisper.
Morgan drove till Greg's apartment. When they got there she took him to the front door.
"I'm a big boy."-He said.
"I know."-She answered his comment, while he opened the door.
"Come in."-He said.
For a moment she hesitated, but then she entered the house. When she saw the inside, she was shocked. Despite what she had thinking, it was a clean house, he was a single man, so she was expecting a messy house, but no. A woman. She thought.
"Can I serve you a drink?"-He asked from the kitchen.
"Sure, beer."
A moment later, he returned with two bottles of beer in his hand. They sat on the sofa watching TV and drinking. After 4 beers each one, Morgan decided that it was time to stop.
"I have to go."
"Hey, I'm drunk, but I still have a good sense. You can't drive like that."-He said following her to the lobby.
"I can't just stay here."
Greg started to get close to her, and she started to walk backward, until she had to stop, because she had hit with her back against the wall. He put his hand on the wall, right next to her shoulder. Their lips were only inches apart. Then finally he leaned and kissed her hungrily, she kissed him back.
"Was that the alcohol?"-She asked.
"No. Not at all."
"Great."
She put her hands on his neck and pulled him closer. He pushed her against wall even harder, kissing her neck. She moaned while his mouth made trail of kisses. Morgan pulled his shirt up and stopped looking at his firm chest. Putting herself in tiptoes, she started to bite his neck. But he quickly pulled her up, helping her wrapping her legs around his back.
Greg drove her to the living room, where he put her on the ground taking her shirt off. She pushed him and he felt of the sofa. Maybe it was the alcohol or maybe it was not, the thing was that Morgan was very confidence. She took her jeans off and sat on top of him. With a strong bite on his ear, he moaned. Now, kissing him, she run her fingers down his chest, till she reached his pants, he allowed her to take them off, while kissing her neck and holding her by the waist.
He lifted her up and drove her to the bedroom. When they felt on bed, he grabbed her arms above her head and kissed her neck, tossing her bra to the floor. He then started to kiss down her body, till he reached her panties, he took those off too. On the moment after he took his boxers. Her moans became louder as she felt him inside of her.
In the next morning, Greg woke up, feeling someone moving in the room, he look and saw Morgan getting dress.
"Normally, after a night stand, I'm the first to left. Where are you going?"- He asked.
Morgan sat beside him and kissed him.
"This was not a one night stand."- She whispered on his ear with a seductive tone.-"But I promise my dad, I was going to have breakfast with him."
Greg pulled her to the top of him, kissing her.
"This was not a one night stand for you?"- She shocked her head, before kissing him again.
"And let me tell you Sanders, you are great in bed. Even drunk"- Greg started to kiss her again.
After a few minutes Morgan was already ready to left.
"See you at work?"- He asked.
"Of course. See you later."
"Wait."- Greg asked sitting on the bed.-"Como here."
Morgan approached him and kissed him again very passionately, before living.
