The Hangover- Part 2 (yes, there is smut. You've been warned.)

Her moans still played in his ears. Oh God! Yes! God, Greg! The words breathed loudly and rushed, like a desperate prayer of gratitude. She had no idea what the sound had done to him. Or how the way her smooth thigh grazing against his cheek ignited the already kindling fire in his loins. She had bucked wildly against his mouth as she orgasmed, driving his tongue further against her and causing his erection to become painfully stiff.

He pulled away, repositioning himself on top on her. Staring into her gorgeous blue eyes, he slid into her, the sight and sound of her gasping making him thrust deeper. Balancing on hands that were gripping the bed on either side of her, he began stroking into her a slow soft rhythm, steadily increasing into a climatic state as she joined him, moving in sync with his body. He was on verge of climaxing when the sound of the alarm buzzed, waking him rudely from his dream.

But he knew it was more memory than dream when he opened his eyes and smelled the scent of her lingering on his sheets. She, however, was gone.

He sat up, tangled in the sheets, and rubbed his eyes with one hand. His headache raged as consciousness hit him. He looked around his room, trying to focus. Shit, this place was a dump. No wonder she ran. He picked the clothes off the floor, tossing them into a hamper. As he threw his pants onto the pile, a small box tumbled out. He reached down to pick it up, freezing as he realized what it was. A ring box. For an engagement ring. Suddenly, everything came flooding back.

"Winner is fourteen red," the dealer cast a smile in Morgan's direction. She jumped with excitement. Three thousand bucks. They had just won three thousand bucks. He stared at the table and the array of colorful chips being pushed in their direction. Before he could comprehend what was happening, he felt Morgan's arms resting interlocked behind his neck, her soft curves pressed against him. She screamed, deafening his right ear.

"Oh my God! We won! What should we do with the money?" Her eyes glistened with excitement. He felt his heart racing and his blood pumping feverishly as all the alcohol they had consumed started to take effect. He pulled closer her into the hug, closing his eyes, his hands gently rubbing her back. He felt brave. He felt bold. He felt impulsive. He leaned his head next to hers, hearing her sharp intake of breath as he whispered in her ear.

"Let's get married." She slowly pulled away, staring at him. He had pushed his limits. Crossed a line. Even drunk, surely she had better sense than that. But a sly smile spread across her face, revealing a pristine row of white teeth. She nodded eagerly.

"Yeah. Let's."

He groaned as he remembered. They went to the casino jewelry store with their winnings at Morgan's insistence and picked out a ring. Stumbling and kissing they made their way to a chapel down the street. Slurred through their vows and got a taxi to his place to begin the honeymoon.

He fell back against the bed hard, the flexibility of the mattress succumbing to his weight. He had proposed to Morgan. No, not just proposed. He had married her. Married Morgan: his crush, his co-worker, and his boss's daughter. He drew in a sharp breath. God, he was in for it.

He tried to hide in the break room, masking his discomfort coming off a drunken binge with a strong cup of coffee. But obviously it was a poor disguise since she was now staring at him from the doorway, her own bloodshot eyes mirroring his.

"Hey." He gave a weak nod. That was stupid. He should have started with an apology, but his mind still wasn't fully functioning.

"Greg," she looked down at him hesitantly taking a seat beside him, "what do you remember from last night?"

He stared into his coffee, watching the creamer swirl against the dark liquid.

"Everything," he admitted, unable to lift his eyes to look at her. And he meant it. If he dared to glance up at her, he wouldn't be able to get the image of her supple lips running down his body out of his mind. Or the picture of her arching her back in ecstasy, her breasts erect and wanting. His whole face felt hot and he knew perspiration was tinting his brow.

"So, it's true then? We married." It sounded more like she was stating something to herself than asking him a question.

"Yep." His gaze shifted slightly up, curiosity getting the better of him. What was going through her mind right now?

She was looking past him, focusing on some spot on the wall. She exhaled a long sigh. "So what do we do now?" Her words were barely audible.

"What do you want to do?" Her eyes suddenly shot to his, still unreadable but so intense.

"I don't know. I've never been married before," she answered.

"Me neither. I guess maybe we should talk to someone who has." Greg nodded as Russell walked through the door. Russell took a mug from the shelf and looked towards them as he grabbed the coffee pot to pour a cup, stopping mid-pour when he realized they were both staring at him.

"What?" Russell asked, his suspicions growing. "Don't you two have a crime scene to be at?"

"Christ! How did this happen?" Russell asked pacing his office as they sat in the chairs facing his desk, shame written all over them like scolded schoolchildren. "Does Ecklie know?"

Morgan's eyes went wide. She turned to Greg and then to her supervisor. "No! And you can't tell him. We have to keep this between us." She looked for confirmation. Russell fell in his chair and leaned back, pressing his fists to his eye sockets.

"Alright, alright…you two will have to get an annulment. Hire a lawyer and get this whole thing worked out before this entire lab becomes a hot bed for gossip. Before I have no choice but to it bring it to the board for review and possible disciplinary action." He sat up suddenly and pointed a finger that swayed accusatorially between them. "You didn't consummate the marriage, did you?"

Greg and Morgan glanced shyly at each other before quickly turning away, both faces flushing red.

"Actually, never mind. The less I know, the better. Just get this taken care of." Russell reprimanded and then dismissed them with a wave of a hand as he continued to contemplate what to do about the situation.

"God, I'm an idiot. It never even occurred to me that we could fired over this," Morgan ran a hand through her long curled mane. "What the hell was I thinking, suggesting we get that drunk?"

"I'm the one who proposed." It came out softer than he expected and she turned to stared at him after he said it.

"Well we both said I do," she looked around as she dropped her voice. "We need to do something about this mess before everyone finds out."

"Like your dad?" He regretted the comment watching her groan and crumble onto the bench in the hall, her head buried in her hands.

"Yes, exactly," she mumbled. He sighed, dropping down beside her.

"Hey, don't worry. I'll call a lawyer tomorrow. It will be like this never happened," he said, knowing the last part was more lie than truth for him. He would never be able to erase the memory of her bared before him, the sound of her heightened voice in the throes of passion, or the feel of her pressed against him, the feel of him inside of her. He took a deep calming breath, trying to think of something else, anything else.

"Always the optimist," she retorted to his remark. She cringed at the way it had sounded. "Sorry, thanks for doing that. I hope you're right." But actually, deep down, she wished he would have fought against it. Fought to pursue her and this sudden shift in their relationship. Maybe to him, it wasn't worth the fight.

The well paid lawyer told them it would take two months to wash away their one crazy night. Two months for them to try to forget the electricity that coursed through them when they had been together. Two months to forget the feel of her cuddled up next to him in bed, for once the loneliness dissipating into bliss. Two months to pretend the butterflies in her stomach and the quicken beat of her heart in his presence was nothing more than an afterthought, instead of deep adoration.

Two months was a long time. Greg combated the fire of desire burning in him that grew every day he worked with her with cold showers. But it never worked, feeling more like throwing water on a grease fire. Instead as the liquid rained down on him, he would imagine her with him, her taut body rubbing up against his, his hands traveling down her smooth porcelain skin. But it was more than sex that he craved. It was her laugh, her sense of humor, her gentle nature,…really everything about her. The possibility of her being with someone else broke him. Two months was a long time, but forever was starting to seem impossible.

She pulled out the ring and stared at it too many times to count in the weeks that followed the set time proclamation. It was simple yet elegant. It was the kind she had always wanted, always hoped to wear on her wedding day. Well, the one that mattered anyway. But now, it was nothing but a sad reminder of all the things she couldn't have. The life she didn't know she wanted until it was too late. She wondered if she would spend her whole life thinking what if, comparing their nonexistent life together to whatever laid in store possibly one day with someone else.

Six weeks passed, each day agonizingly slower than the last. A stolen glance, a clever joke and the brushing of hands while walking side by side was all they had any more. It was all they had before too, but now it felt like a loss. Morgan felt the dwindling hope consume her. In fact, it was making her ill.

"What?" Morgan stared at the doctor in shock, refusing to believe the words he'd just uttered. She had only come in because she had felt fatigued and slightly nausea all week. She had been expecting a prescription for a regimen of vitamins and lots of rest, not this. This could not be happening.

The doctor smiled at her and said again, "Miss Brody, it appears that you are-"

"Pregnant," Morgan read the home test kit in her hand for the third time, confirming what the doctor had already told her. The small black print chipped away at her denial as it stared back at her, mocking her disbelief. With trembling hands, she set the test back on the counter and looked up at her reflection in the bathroom mirror. What was she going to do? And then another thought hit her, sending her into full panic mode. What would Greg say?

Greg walked into the locker room, stopping short when he saw Morgan. She sat on the bench and turned away quickly when he entered. But she wasn't fast enough for him to miss the telltale signs that showed she had been crying: red rimmed eyes, flushed cheeks, small sniffles escaping her. Looking away, she wiped her eyes and tried to plaster on a smile before turning back around to face him.

"Morgan, what's wrong?" He sat beside her, concern written in his furrowed brow and dark eyes.

She glanced away, hiding her emotions behind a small unconvincing laugh. "It's nothing." But it wasn't. It was everything. It was her whole life. Their whole lives. Her bottom lip trembled as she fought the urge to cry.

He studied her. "Don't lie to me, Morgan. We're still husband and wife for another two weeks, and this marriage will never work with we're not honest with each other," he joked, hoping for a smile. Instead, she burst into tears, sobs racking her small frame.

"I was kidding," he said, throwing an arm around her and pulling her into a hug. "Hey, it's okay. Whatever it is, I'm sure it will be okay." She buried her face into his chest, wetting his shirt as he consoled her. This was the closest he had been to her since that night, the smell of her perfume flooding him with all the memories he had so desperately tried to forget.

She mumbled something he couldn't hear.

"What was that? I didn't hear you. Morgan, what is it?" He was bewildered and a little nervous. He had never seen her so upset before.

She pulled away from him slowly, her soft sad blue eyes meeting his worried gaze. She inhaled a deep calculated breath as she stared at him and then spoke, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm pregnant."

Greg stared at her, not moving, not even blinking as he held his breath, his mind struggling to comprehend the two words she just said.

"Is it…" He trailed off watching her head bob in an affirming nod. "Oh!" His lungs felt like they had deflated. The air rushed out of him in a long low whistle.

Neither spoke for a moment. Their thoughts, left unsaid, hung in the space between them.

"Guess our honeymoon was more productive than we thought," Greg said, breaking the tension. She giggled, the sound transforming into a groan.

"I'm sorry. Greg, this is all my fault. If I hadn't suggested-" She wiped at her eyes.

"Morgan, stop," he cut her off. Smiling, he pulled her into another hug. "This is a good thing. We're having a baby." He rested his chin on the crown of her head. "Besides, I'm not exactly innocent here, and if I had to do it all over again, I would every time."

"But we could lose our jobs. We could-"

"So what." She pulled away to stare at him, startled. "I'd rather risk losing my job than my family. I'd risk anything other than risk losing you," he continued. He rested his forehead against hers, closing his eyes. "I love you, Morgan. I have for a while. I guess I just had to get hammered to actually do something about it. I'm not sorry we got married. I never was. I'm just sorry I almost let you go…"

"Are you saying what I think you're saying? Do you want to call off the annulment?" She smiled back, relieved.

"Yes." He stared at her, breath held, heart pounding, praying for her to agree.

Placing a hand on either side of his face, she pulled him towards her, her lips crashing into his. "I love you too, Greg Sanders."

Four years later…

"Daddy! Grandpa!" The towheaded little girl bounced into the sheriff's office, her small ringlets swaying from side to side. Greg and Ecklie stopped talking, smiling at the child barreling towards them. She had Morgan's smile and kind nature but his eyes and love of mischief. A solid mix of the both of them. Greg knelt down and scooped her up in his arms.

"Hey sweetie, what are you doing here? Where's your momma?" The little girl laughed as her father tickled her.

"Mommy took me shopping. Look Daddy! Isn't my shirt pretty?" Greg glanced at her outfit, his smile turning to a shocked dropped jaw as he read the glittery pink letters scrawled across the t-shirt.

"Big sister?" Ecklie read the words aloud, raising his eyebrows.

"Surprise," Morgan's voice came from the doorway. Greg looked up, staring at his beautiful wife. He handed his daughter over to Ecklie and raced to embrace her.

"Really?" he asked, his whole face lighting up.

She nodded. Her broad smile matched the one flashing across his face like the Cheshire Cat. He pulled her up into a hug causing her toes to barely touch the ground. His lips were on hers, smiles and kisses fighting for control.

Ecklie and their daughter grinned watching the interaction. The sheriff patted his daughter on the back, breaking their moment. He gave her congratulations and hug. Ecklie led his granddaughter out of the room with the promise of ice cream. Greg turned to Morgan after their departure.

"There you go, surprising me again," he said.

She laughed, shrugging. "I am known to shock and awe at times."

"That you do." He leaned his forehead against hers.

"Well, what fun would life be without the element of surprise?" She wrapped her arms around him.

"Now look who's the optimist." Greg arched an eyebrow, smirking. She kissed him again.

"You bring it out in me."