In that moment, Morgan didn't know what to do. He loved her far more than he could every say. He wanted her. He wanted this. He didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize their friendship. He knew how she felt. He saw the vulnerability in her eyes. She wanted to forget, if only for a little while.
What was he going to do? If he said no, she would surely see it, as rejection and he did not want that. He wanted her – Hell yes he did. He had dreamt of her so many times but he was too afraid of loosing the perfect friendship they had formed. Those three lovely words she had breathed went straight to his core and he was fighting a loosing battle trying to get his brain to deny her request.
Garcia say the wheels turning in Morgan's head as she stood before him. She knew what she was asking of him was stepping way over the boundaries of friendship but she couldn't help it. She needed to forget, if only for a little while. She needed to feel anything but the hurt she felt right now. She needed to close her eyes and not see those mothers and babes. In a sentence, she needed him.
She wanted to blame it on the bourbon but she knew that if she was honest with herself, the bourbon took away the little bit of resistance she had been holding onto so that she could do what her heart, mind, body and spirit had wanted to do since the day he said "I Love You".
Morgan opened his mouth again and before he could utter a single syllable, he took a step forward and devoured her mouth. His brain was telling him that he should but his heart and his body were screaming, "its about damn time."
The shock of the initial contact caused Garcia to gasp and he took the opportunity to ravish her mouth. He explored every crevice with a possessiveness that she had never experienced before. He was forceful but not harsh.
The fact that she was responding to the kiss only spurred him on. He wrapped her in a paralyzing hug and continued his ravenous exploration of her mouth. He quickly and efficiently moved to her neck and back to her mouth.
Garcia turned to jello in his hands. She sagged against him and he walked her back to his bed. Again his head was telling him to go slow but he couldn't. Kissing her had set off a series of small fires all over his body and he didn't think he could slow down even if he wanted to. There was only one thing that was going to cool the burn. When her legs hit the bed, he pulled back slightly to look at her. He wanted to give her a chance to stop this if she didn't want it to go any further. In response to the unasked question in his eyes, she sat down and began to free him of his pajama pants. He willingly stepped out of them and looked down at her. If the moment weren't so intense, he would have laughed at the look of awe that was on her face as she stared at his arousal. Timidly she raised a hand to stroke him and his knees went weak.
He pushed her back onto the bed and again attacked her mouth. He kissed her until she was breathless. His hands were all over her body at once. Garcia had never felt anything like this in her life. He stroked her from her breast to her core and back again. He worked quickly but he didn't seem to miss anything. She was enjoying the handwork but she needed more. When he came back up to kiss her she reached between them and took him in her hands. He pulled back from the kiss and reached over to pull a condom out of his drawer. Garcia saw what he had grabbed and took it from him. She put it back in the drawer, turned to a shocked Morgan and mouthed.
"I Trust You!"
