Now I know I shouldn't publish another story while I still have unfinished ones on the go but in a fit of sheer self indulgent superfolus writing I scrolled this out and couldn't resist posting it.

So prepare yourselves for a story with a lot of romance and a few twists that will hopefully leave you on tenter hooks and rolling about your floor with laughter. There will be food fights and stolen kisses and ladies that wouldnt be out of place in an Elizabeth Gaskell novel. As well some gratuitous watching of Disney and James Bond movies.

Now enough with my silly ramblings and on with the tale (I have the absurbd need to rhyme and flounce like the narrator of a fairy tale)

Leave thoughts comments and improvents if you please!

Now I have to sleep because I have work in five and a half hours and have yet to sleep and have atleast three more hours of writing in me.

My thanks to you all.

Keroaucinahackney.

I wasn't going to wake her up. Not today. She had to wake up on her own and say good morning and kiss me, without any of my input. Today she was going to do everything that she wanted to do and I would follow her. The sun was hardly up yet, our room still had the chill of the night and Morgan was furrowed down in the covers. Her body was curled up into the side of mine, warm and soft and I had to resist the urge to wake her up and see her grumpy morning face. Four years I had been in love with her, four years she had been in my life. The last couple had been hard, I had been travelling and she had been studying. We were only able to meet once in a while and each meeting left us wanting more. I had finally told the board of the New Charter that I was stopping all the travelling; they had agreed that I would be given the job of setting up the offices in Dublin and stay there. This meant I would only be an hour away from Morgan.

Maybe I would be lucky and she would wake up early today, and give me that beautiful big smile. My self control was wearing thin and it wasn't helped by the fact that she was moving against me in her sleep. I locked my arms around her. I pulled the covers around us and tried to go back to sleep for a little while. I hadn't told her yet, that I was staying in Ireland. I was itching to tell her but I also wanted to surprise her. She still thought I was just taking a long overdue holiday. I smiled as I remembered her greeting at the airport yesterday. I hadn't gotten two steps into the arrivals lounge and she was in my arms. I had to fling my arm out and grab the wall just to keep us from toppling over. I didn't even get a chance to say hello before her mouth met mine. Not that I had minded, it had been four months, two weeks, five days and ten hours since I had last kissed her. She felt incredible. It was made even better by the fact that I knew this was not going to end in a week, I wouldn't have to say goodbye to her. I gradually fell back to sleep thinking happy thoughts about the women lying in my arms.

I felt the sun warming my back through the window and a gentle thrilling feeling tickling down my chest. I opened one eye to peer down at the gorgeous smirking woman snuggled in my arms, "Sorry honey, I had to wake you up. I'm not wasting a minute with you." Her husky voice reached my ears and I couldn't suppress a shudder and didn't even bother to greet her before I leaped on her. I proceeded to get lost in her, her soft silky skin and the heat that always seemed radiate from it. My head got foggy with her almost spicy smell that always seemed to slightly scorch, flaring something inside me. In contrast though she shivered underneath my hands as I felt every inch of her glorious skin. I loved the sound of her breath close to my ear as I buried my face in her neck and proceeded to pull her closer to me. So much for doing what she wanted, this was something I desperately needed. "Hunter..." she moaned which drove me that little bit further into the fog and lust of her. I loved her and needed to show her how much right now.

"God! I've missed that ..." Morgan's voice was heavy in my ear thirty minutes later; I was still beyond speech and could only reply by kissing her neck so conveniently placed near my mouth. "What do you want to do today?" I murmured, ghosting my hand across the soft skin on her stomach, which rumbled. Loudly. Laughter built up in me. I tried to keep it in but failed miserably and got smacked on the head for my impudence. "Hey! No laughing! You know how hungry I am in the morning!" she was pouting like she always did when she was in a huff. It was utterly adorable. She really had no idea how appealing she was. "Come on then," I gathered her into my arms and climbed out of bed, "Let's get you breakfast before you get really grumpy." I got smacked again.

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"You do realise that your couch is tiny?" Hours later I was trying and failing to get comfy on the over-stuffed thread bear couch. My knees dangled off the arm rest and my neck was bent at an extremely painful angle against the other one. Morgan was sitting cross legged in front of her T.V, hitting it on the side to get it to work. "Well I don't normally have giants staying in my apartment." Her concentration was completely focused on getting her plastic box T.V to work.

I shifted again on the couch, dreaming of an extra two feet. I had spent the whole day with Morgan, the first time that we had been together, just us, for more than forty-eight hours in years. My cheeks were sore from smiling so much. Morgan was like a five year old all day, showing me her town and favourite places. Grinning like a maniac when she introduced me to people she and people from Belwicket. It was a small town, like the one I had grown up in. Half of the time I felt the boring eyes of town's people. I understood why they were staring at me, measuring me, they loved Morgan and they only wanted her to be with someone who deserved her. The high priestess, Katrina, had even tried to scan me. That was not an introduction I was willing to go through again. Now I knew how they guys that my cousins brought home felt like when they met Aunt Legh. I was a little uncomfortable with being scrutinized, I had the horrible feeling that they felt I was usurping their territory. I guess I had to get used to it. I wasn't leaving Morgan.

Other than the townsfolk wielding burning pitchforks it had been a brilliant day. We had walked through the town and she had taken me to the beach, which was bloody cold since it is April and this is Ireland, not the Caribbean. We ended up in a little café, cold and a little sandy, with the worlds' largest pot of tea and two of the best strawberry tarts ever created. We sat for two whole hours talking about everything, bickering mostly. I had missed arguing with her so much, I don't think I could ever tell her that most of the time I'm just disagreeing with her so that I can see the face she makes when she is mad. Her eyebrows furrow and her mouth puckers and she looks like a five year old who has been told they can't go out and play. I also couldn't tell her that every time she made that face I wanted to jump her.

It made me realise that I never wanted to leave Morgan. My life didn't mean a lot without her there and we had wasted so much time. Time that could have been spent with each other instead of without. I could put up with a dollhouse couch if it meant I would come home to Morgan. My eyes wound up on her, she was still fighting with the T.V trying to get the news in colour instead of a very pixilated Andrew Marr, "You do realise that hitting it will not fix it?" she turned around and glared at me, "Well then smart ass you come and fix it!" I laughed at her, "You know as well as I do that I am a disaster with anything that uses electricity besides do we really need to know what is going on in the world, I bet you that it is all death, pain and bankruptcy," she came to sit by me on the couch and I pulled her into my arms so that she was lying on top of me, "And I don't know about you, but I am too good a mood and I don't want to have it burst with something as frivolous as a natural disaster." Her laugh filled my ears, she flipped over onto her stomach to look at me, "I think I have to agree with you."

"Wow! You are in a good mood. Not even a hint of stubbornness when you agree with me."

"Yup!" she smiled brightly, "It's a new feeling, not arguing. I may have realised that we do not have to argue, but merely agree with each other. Wouldn't that make life so much easier?"

"Easier?" I questioned, "Hmm ... I never thought about what it would be like for life to be easier. A nice good morning, some cup cakes, a smile every now and again. It seems so shiny."

"So Pleasantville, maybe I should invest in some pearls and an apron."

"I would need a briefcase and a bowler hat and you could learn to cook." I poked her in her sides as she squealed and whacked me.

"Excuse me! I think you'll find I can cook, I have survived without the use of take out menus and microwave meals."

"Yeah but have you had a meal that consists of more than pasta and a ready-made sauce?"

"I have to! Just because I can't rival Gordon Ramsay doesn't mean I don't know how to cook!"

"But it does mean that I am a good cook and don't have to resort to canned goods to beef up a meal."

"Hunter Niall!" she grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked, "You will take that back right now!"

"Okay!" I yelled, she really is quite strong, "I take it back! You are a fantastic cook, Nigella Lawson has nothing on you and I will gladly eat anything that you make for me."

"Good!" she let go of my hair thankfully; I have no idea when she got so violent. "And for your cheek you can go and cook dinner."

"I was going to be doing that anyway! Who knows what we would have been eating if it was left to your devices." Once again she grabbed my hair and pulled.

"Get into that kitchen right now before I get really mad!" I was trying not to laugh; her temper was like a kitten's, quick to break and endearing and I couldn't resist her anymore. Locking one of my hands in her hair I pulled her in quickly and smashed my mouth to hers. I felt her shock and her anger ebb then it being replaced by the spark that set off the roaring fire that was our shared our desire. Our kisses became fast and urgent, more about fulfilling the need for each other than saying hello again. Her mouth was hot on mine; she tasted like the best dessert in the world, better even. My hands found their way under her shirt relishing in the soft arch of her back. I needed her closer and rolled us over.

Forgetting that I was on Mickey Mouse's couch. This sent us tumbling to the floor. I was more preoccupied with making sure I hadn't hurt her that I completely missed the humour in the situation. Morgan however didn't and giggled incessantly into my chest. "See I told you your couch was tiny." I still wasn't finding it very funny; in fact I was considering burning the couch for thwarting a very promising kiss. Morgan however was not deterred with annoyance at the couch and started kissing my neck distracting me from upholstery murdering plans. "I think I have found a flaw in our new no arguing plan." Her big doe eyes looked into mine as she spoke, her voice low and husky. "We wouldn't be able to make up." My head, which was rapidly losing blood, could only focus on her. Her deep warm luscious presence of her that wrapped around me, warming every part of me. My hand reached up and trailed down her beloved features unable to put into words what I was feeling, how much I loved her, how adored and precious she was. "I know" she whispered and my heart swelled so much I feared it would break. Her huge smile was the best thing I had ever seen and I tried to wrap my head around the fact that this mythical creature was meant for me. Her hands slipped round my neck and pulled me down to her so that our faces where a hairs breadth away, all of my upper body functions had ceased before she had even kissed me. I was so gone this girl and I had never been happier. She licked her lips and I let out the breath I had unconsciously been holding. "Hunter." her voice came through a fog of storms and chasms, it barely registered in my punch drunk brain, "If you don't kiss me now I am going to kick you out." Her voice was hoarse with desire and any semblance of control I had left and I once again captured her lips in mine, fervently and deliciously close to her. I felt wrapped in her love and want; she had opened herself completely to me. In return I had completely bared myself to her, hiding no part of myself. It was our magick; it knew how to tell each other everything even if we didn't. I locked my arms around her completely intent on never letting her go.

I was only just coming out of the fog and the only reason for that was the fact that I think the T.V remote was digging into my back. If it wasn't for that then I would be perfectly content to lie on the cold floor with Morgan wrapped around me, "Love, I've got to move or I am never going to be able to move again." She shifted onto her elbows, causing the thick mantle of her hair to cascade upon my chest; my hand almost by its own volition immersed itself in the silk of it. I was vaguely aware that she was talking to me but I was slightly distracted and only became aware of it when she smacked me on the head. "Hunter! You haven't listened to a single word I've said! It's not fair of you to space out on me when I only have you for a week!" she really did look upset and I guessed that now would be a good time to tell her my little secret. Any longer and she may kill me. "Well now about that." Her big brown eyes stared into mine resigned, she was wary and I realised that she thought I was going to tell I had to leave sooner. Guilt hit me a little she was so used to me leaving now that she had come expect it. That bolstered my confidence that she wouldn't be upset that I was going to be staying.

"Well we are going to be setting up new offices soon and I have to oversee the start up" her eyes became sad, "Where?" she asked, her voice was small and heartbreaking. I took a deep breath, still scared at what her reaction might be, "Dublin." Her face was blank, her eyes blinking as she took it in, "Did you say Dublin?" I nodded. "As in Dublin and hour from here Dublin?" I nodded again, I couldn't find my voice. "Dublin, Ireland not Dublin, Ohio?" I smiled, relieved, she was making jokes which meant she wasn't upset. "Dublin, Ireland" I confirmed and waited. She looked a little stunned. I was getting a little nervous again she hadn't said anything yet but just looked at me. "Morgan?" I brought my hand up to cup the side of her face. She shook her head as if to clear it of water, then, before I could even process it, her lips where on mine. Short quick kisses and just as suddenly as they had started, she stopped. Taking a breath she spoke again, "How long will you be here?" I could feel the huge smile spread across my face. "Quite a while. There is a very good chance that I will stay and manage these offices instead of moving on." Her smile grew to match mine, "That is if you'll let me." I added and if it was even possible her smile got bigger. "Does this mean I get to see you every day?" I nodded. "I will get to kiss you every day?" I grabbed her and kissed her roughly, "Yes... Will that be a problem?" I couldn't resist kissing her again. "No, definitely not a problem" she gasped when I finally let her go. "And we'll get to argue every single day?" I mumbled in agreement, in truth I wasn't really paying attention, I was far too preoccupied with a thorough study of her neck with my mouth. I felt her shiver as I found that favourite spot near the front almost at her collarbone. "And you'll let me win them?" now she was just taking advantage of my diversion. "Not a chance." Her bottom lip pouted out in that delectable little way making me momentarily dumb with lust, this woman could not know what effect she had on me, if she did there could be no way she would use that power and still be good. "You wouldn't even let me win a few?" She was using the innocent eyes, why did she have to use the innocent eyes, my will completely crumbled at the sight of them. "A few. Maybe." I was aware that my voice was hoarser than normal but I couldn't find it in myself to be embarrassed. I had to kiss her now, if I didn't I would be driven crazy. For what felt like the millionth time this hour I lost myself in the softness of her, her heat. Was it a little pathetic that I felt drunk on her than any alcohol I had ever drunk?

Eventually I had to breathe again and so did she. Somehow though she regained the ability to speak a few seconds after, "But if you continue to kiss me like that then I will never care about winning an argument again."

"Now that I will keep in mind." I smirked. Though she swatted me once again, I was on a roll today; I really didn't know what I was doing to aggravate her so much. "You will not! It's completely unfair to use that form of coercion." She was getting up off the floor which confused me; I was perfectly comfy now that I had thrown the remote somewhere. I couldn't help but indulge in some very heavy ogling as she wandered around the small room trying to find the clothes that we had discarded a while ago. "And it is also extremely unfair to use when I don't can't do the same!" she pulled my shirt over her head and threw my jeans at me. I pulled them on and padded my way over to her in the kitchen. Her back was to me as she began rummaging in her cupboards to find something for our dinner. I wrapped my arms around her front, I buried my face in her hair inhaling the smell that was uniquely her, I found a perverse delight that I wasn't stockpiling and memorising it so that I could recall it easily after I had left. Now I was free to be merely indulgent. "Believe me," I told her, "you are a master of that kind of coercion." I kissed underneath her ear as she giggled and blushed.

I kept my arms wrapped around her as she worked around the kitchen making us dinner. Contemplating the utter happiness that consumed me at the moment. Thinking too much had always been a flaw of mine and as my Gran would say "Silver too much polished loses its shine". So I decided then that I would stop thinking things over and upon impulse;

"Marry me?"