A/N OK This will be rated M Warning now! A special thanks to my girl Kayla for the brilliance on her idea. This is an all MORGANDERS chapter! So please enjoy!
Disclaimer Still don't own CSI
Ch 12 Tequila Shots, Karaoke, and the Mafia
Morgan giggled at the story that was fixing to be told to Nick and Sara. They had never told anyone this. They both looked at each other, grins breaking out on their faces. "Morgan why don't you start us off."
"Ok guys, do y'all remember that weird case we had last February.." Morgan stopped remembering what happened mid February to their friend sitting there. Sara spoke up, "Guys its ok. I'm over all that. I have spoken with Gil, there are no harsh feelings,so please don't walk on eggshells because of me. I'm fine, and I mean it this time." Nick kissed her head, and wrapped his arm around her. Morgan nodded her head and smiled at her.
"Ok. Well it was the daughter taking revenge on all these poker players from a high stakes game that had taken place in 1997. They were all being killed by the card numbers/weapon type on the cards." Nick spoke up "Yea we eventually learned it was the magician's assistant right?" Morgan got quiet at this.
Greg took over, choosing to stand. "Yes her name was Kathy, she was killed by Morgan." All the CSIs were quiet for a moment. Knowing how hard it is when you kill your first person on the job.
Morgan popped back up walking to the edge of the deck leaning back. "Ok guys you wanted to know I was setting a story mood, so I ended going to dinner with my dad, and that is when he told me he was taking the sheriff's position. We sat and talked for a couple of hours, and then he dropped me at my condo, where I was alone. After that case I didn't want to be. I had a bottle of jack from a neighbor so I opened it and took a couple shots to take off the edge. It did. I was at that almost buzzed stage but not quite. I was pouring another when there was a knock on my door. Opening it Sanders stood on the other side with a quite shocked look on his face." Greg interjected with his opinion. "Hey! You were in a neon pink and yellow sports bra-which is very sexy-and pink Victoria's secret sweat pants. I'd never seen that side of you. You were a wet dream vision in front of me. What did you want me to do?" "GREG?!" "We are adults, besides they are laughing hard over there, and I've seen O'Nicky boy there copping a few feels tonight" Nick was glad it was dark, because his face was burning red.
"Anyways. Greg comes in, and I'm still just staring at him not sure what to do at this point. So I pick up my shot and shoot it. Can't let it waste."
"Hey Hollywood, I came over to check on you. After today, that case, the way it ended, I, uh, just wanted to make sure you are ok." "I'm fine Greg, can't you see that? I've got good Ol'Jack Daniels to keep me company tonight!" Morgan laughed. Greg cocked his head knowing she was buzzing a little, but knew she needed to get out for a bit. "Hey why don't we get out of here for a bit. It is early still but its Vegas!" Morgan smiled at Greg. 'Not a bad idea. I do need to have some fun, and get my mind off of everything. Damn why does he have to be so cute. If he knew that I wanted to push him against the wall, unzip his pants pull out his hard cock, and suck till he cums, well I think he'd either run away or have it out and ready. I want him to throw me on the bed, rip my clothes off, bite my nipples, suck on my clit, lick my pussy, and then slam his cock into me, make me scream his name. Sigh.' "Ok Greggo. I'll come with you, BUT you have to take a couple of shots and one with me, annnnnd you have to kiss me." Greg face was shocked, but on the inside he was jumping up and down screaming! "Deal, but please change." Three shots later, the time had come for the kiss. It started awkward between the best friends. Finally Morgan made the move. She shoved Greg against the wall, her lips meeting his, the electricity of this couple charged through the air. Morgan ran a hand up Greg's neck and into his hair, another was rubbing across his chest. 'Fuck! He is buff. I really do want to see him naked now.' Morgan felt Greg run a hand down her back pulling her closer. His kisses trailing down her chin to her neck, causing moans out of her mouth. "Greg, OHMYGOD YOU ARE DRIVING ME CRAZY!" Greg bit down on her ear lobe causing Morgan to scream in passion, bowing her back against his arm. Panting she begged him to stop. "Unless you are going to take me into my bedroom and fuck me, I suggest we go." Greg smiled, opened the door "After you love."
Five bars later Morgan and Greg were not having a care in the world, and the days previous case long forgotten. Both had declared their love for each other, and any one willing to listen. Elvis sang 'I can't help falling in love with you' as they slow danced for him. Greg made sure to tip well. They would stop ever so often to make out against a wall. Greg would run his hand along the black ripped shirt she was wearing. Knowing she wasn't wearing a bra was killing him. In his mind he wanted to say I love you but knew being this drunk he shouldn't.
"Greg! Greg! Look a karaoke bar, lets go in there! I love to sing, and I've heard you sing!" She didn't give him a chance she grabbed his hand and they ran into the small hole in the wall bra. It was decorated for the tropics, with tikis and flowery garlands strung up every where, neon lighting and beer and alcohol signs made up the rest of the lighting. Of course behind the bar you had the mirror. The karaoke stage looked to be the most modern and updated equipment. "Is your patron chilled?" Morgan asked the bartender. "Very." "Ok give me two shots with 2 lime wedges." He pours out the generous shots,Morgan pays, grabs the salt and heads to the table. "MOOORGAN!. I think we've had enough." "C'mon Greg! Let's do it! I'll let you do a body shot!' Greg swayed and grabbed the table. Shaking his head he smiled, "Yes ma'am just tell me where to lick!" Morgan placed the shot glass in her cleavage, leaned her neck over for Greg. He licked her neck, and the last second nipped her before applying salt. Once the wedge was in her mouth, he licked the salt off Morgan's neck, with no hands the shot from between her breasts with his mouth and threw back the patron and sucks the lime juice from the wedge in her mouth. Around the adorable couple a crowd was cheering, while a bartender had Morgan's phone videoing the whole experience.
"OK EVERYONE ITS KARAOKE TIME, IF YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SING, SIT DOWN GET A DRINK AND SHUT THE FUCK UP!" Some one yelled from the stage, generating laughter, cussing, and booing from the crowded bar. "So Greg what are you gonna sing tonight?" 'I am so drunk right now. I can't believe I am letting him see me like this. I hope I don't puke. Fuck. He can kiss. He makes me feel so safe. I think I am in love with this man.' "EARTH TO MORGAN" Morgan jumped, wide eyed she stared at Greg. "W ha-What?" "Um I was asking you what you were singing? Damn are you sure you should be singing? Maybe I should take you home and put you to bed." Greg's face revealed that he would be staying the night.
"GREG SANDERS, ITS YOUR TURN TO JAM OUT WITH US. COME ON UP DUDE!" Flashing some teeth, "That's me, check ya later Hollywood. You should go get a front row seat for this. You are going to enjoy." With that he walked to the stage. Morgan was perplexed and not sure what just happened. Her alcohol induced brain was not helping either. Grabbing her beer she walked to an empty chair near the stage and sat down. She could see him talking to the DJ, and then he was back.
"Good Evening Las Vegas! I hope everyone is having a great time tonight!" The crowd is cheering for him, women eying him appreciatively, men too. "I have picked a very special song for a very special person. She's my best friend,and my partner who has my back, especially in our line of work." Greg smiles as the music starts, he looks directly into Morgan's eyes, "This song is for you, pay attention."
Morgan stares up at Greg, watching his every move, but aware of the other vultures preying on him. 'Over my dead body, and I know how to hide one. So you bitches watch your back.' Morgan could pick up the music, and the intro familiar to her, but when he sat on the edge of the stage and held his hand out to her all she could do was cry.
I'll say will you marry me
I swear that I will mean it
I'll say will you marry me
At that moment the waitress could read the signs and brought Morgan a fresh drink and a shot of patron. Greg was finishing up the song. He was a little concerned over her reaction, but he knew she would say yes. Looking around he was catching the eye of many women in her. Several divorce parties, girls night out, and several you never know how to categorize in Vegas. Nope only one for him. Signaling the waitress he is soon given a shot and a drink; once consumed he joined Morgan at the table.
"Hey. Are you ok? Did that song bother you?" "No Greg, it was perfect, but are you asking or was that just one of your favorite songs and you just had to sing it?" "No Morgan, I want to marry you." Greg looked down at his beer, then jerked his head up with a big smile stretched across his face. " In fact let's do it tonight! It's Vegas! C'mon." Without analyzing the thought, Morgan grinned back. "Let's do it! Why not?" Both grabbed each and swung around, Morgan squealing in delight! Pushing back she looked at him, "Greg, we can't drive, how are we going to get there. I can barely stand as it is."
"MORGAN BRODY...MORGAN BRODY...PLEASE COME TO THE STAGE!" "MOORGAN! Looks like it is your turn to sing to me!" Morgan grabbed Greg's beer and downed the rest before he could even protest. She leaned across the table, planted a quick kiss on his lips, and made her way to the stage. Greg sat there shaking his head. He couldn't believe his luck. He was out with the most beautiful girl, the one he loved, and she had agreed to marry him. He had a feeling once the Vegas sun rose they would both being for a world of hurt, but for now they were living in the moment. He for one was going to enjoy it. Heading towards the front of the stage he didn't want to miss any of his fiance's song. Remembering a friend of his, he sent a quick text of knowing he wouldn't be let down.
Morgan up on stage saw Greg pull out his phone and text someone. A frown briefly crossed her face, before she refused to let it bother her. 'Why be jealous? He just said he wanted to marry me? Right? I'm sure it was to DB or someone at the lab.' Taking the mic she stepped up to the edge to ready her performance. "HELLO EVERYBODY! MY NAME IS MORGAN! AND I AM NEWLY ENGAGED!" A round of applause along with cheers goes around the bar. A patron calls for shots on him, and soon everyone is shooting patron. This last shot, was the shot for Morgan. The rest of her night a blur.
"I AM IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN RIGHT HERE. HE IS MY PARTNER AND BEST FRIEND. GREG SANDERS! HEY HEY DJ! PLAY THE SONG NOW!"
The storms are raging on the rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet
I could make you happy, make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the Earth for you
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
Morgan hopped off the stage, microphone laid on the edge, and Greg swept her in a passionate kiss. Bar patrons shouting around them. He grabbed her hand, and went to flag down their waitress. Someone had paid their tab, and wished them good luck. Walking out, Morgan was greeted with a stretch hummer limo, courtesy of a friend of Greg's. Heading to downtown Vegas, they stopped quickly to get their license, and then picked out a wedding chapel. Considering the many quickie wedding chapels in Las Vegas it wasn't too hard, but for this inebriated couple they both wanted the most fitting for a CSI power couple:Mafia Wedding.
"Wait a minute!' Nick said bringing the story to a halt. "You mean to tell us you went to one of the crazy themed chapels and dressed up? Dude do you know the cases we've had out of those places?" Nick busted out laughing. Greg smiled shaking his head. "Oh yea. I remember the Alice in Wonderland one, where the groom was killed. It's not like we were thinking clearly." "Not to mention the alien/Elvis one that said I was going to get Nick someday." Sara said as she looked lovingly at her fiance. "Guess he was right." "Can we finish OUR story now? You wanted to know.." Morgan trailed. The other couple nodded. Greg took a swig of his beer and continued, "Ok so we had found the perfect chapel, and wanted the outfits to be a surprise to each other..."
The nagging voice in both their heads was trying to scream but was overpowered by something else; Alcohol and hormones. Greg stood in front of the mirror and grinned. He felt he'd stepped into old Vegas, and Sam Braun would be one of his best buddies. He chose a black with gray pinstripe suit, black shirt, and a crisp white tie. A black fedora sat atop his head. Greg ran his fingers across the front of the brim, a crooked smile crossed his face. 'Yes he looked good, and he couldn't wait to see Morgan.'
Across the tiny hall, the blurriness from the last tequila shot had Morgan holding up the wall as she slipped into her tiny white dress. She just hoped someone was taking pictures as she didn't want to forget this night. She wore a white dress that zipped from the top of her breasts to where the dress ended, which was her upper thighs. Along the top there was a black trim with a halter top that resembled a men suit and necktie. Both wrists she wore white cuffs, and her heels were black and white maryjanes. She too would wear a white fedora hat, and had managed to fix her hair in a normal state. Staring back at herself in the mirror, she heard the music start, the owner's wife knocked asking if she was ready, 'Ok Brody let's do this.'
The ceremony was quick, neither could remember their vows, or the flashes of lights. They were swept back into the limo quickly after,and taken to the Bellagio where Greg had arranged for a suite.
"Greg what is all this?" "Well I thought it only right we have a honeymoon night." Greg went ot her then, pulling her in for a deep long kiss. His tongue pushing between her parted lips, wrestling with hers. Morgan moans into his mouth when she feels him cup her breast through the tiny dress. Hearing the zipper begin to slide down she pulls away, breathlessly whispering "Here let me." She unzips, and lets the dress fall completely down. Standing there in nothing but her heels and lacy black panties. Her new husband smiles. "I love you Morgan Sanders." He quickly sheds his clothes, and lays her on the bed. Kissing her again he wants to feel all of her.
Trailing kisses from her lips, he caressed each breast licking, biting each nipple; Morgan moaning and arching her back. "I have waited quite some time to be here Morgan. I plan to take sometime getting to know you." "GREEEG PPPLLEASE" Morgan begged. He was driving her insane. His hand teasing her, rubbing her through her panties. Greg raised off the bed, and slowly pulled her panties off, knowing the waiting, teasing was killing both of them. "Morgan you are beautiful. Open your eyes. Look at me." Morgan looked up at Greg, and saw the love and desire in his eyes. Watching him, she saw him pick up her right foot and kiss the top. Massaging the calf, and planting a kiss after. He made his way painstakingly slow back to her essence. Greg kissed and bit the inside of her thigh, as he ran his finger along her clit. Her hips bucking, moans escaping. He slipped in one finger to test her wetness, and then another. Slowly sliding in and out, and then picking up pace. Her moans louder and louder, his name on her lips. He knew he had to taste he, it was driving him crazy. She was very wet, very ready for him. Leaning down he licked at her clit. Her hips bucked into his, her hand reached down grabbing his head, holding him to her. He sucked on her, his fingers sped up, till finally she came, screaming his name.
He sat up smiling at his wife, as she lay spent. Her hair spread around her, a smile on her lips. "Greg..." she whispered. He leaned down, she grabbed him to her, kissed him passionately. "Make love to me." Greg did not to hear anything else. He quickly shed his underwear, and placed himself between her legs. He pushed at her entrance, and quickly filled her. Morgan wrapped her legs around his waist, arms around his neck, their hips meeting as two became one. Hours later, Greg and Morgan lay wrapped in each others arms, tangled in sheets. "Sleep well Morgan." He never received a response as she was passed out already.
Songs sung Jason Derulo Marry Me and Adele To Make You Feel My Love
A/N Ok so this has to be one my longest chapters ever! And the most steamiest. Please let me know what you think! I was nervous about posting this. Please leave me a reply or send me a PM. Thanks for reading! xoxo
