Hello! Hello!

Here is a one-shot (marshmallow loafer?) for Hales, whom I would like to thank for giving her phone to her insane friend whom called me just as class started and I ended up having to explain RNA synthesis to the entire lecture. So I really think I shouldn't be as nice and post this today, especially since she hasn't reviewed the last one yet!!!! But ....... TAH-DAH!!!!!!!! here it is.

I have put up a poll concerning Hayley's other request, which I am fully considering making her wait a very very long time for, there will be a very nice reward of caramel digestives for all who vote.

Same rules as usual people.

Enjoy!

KeroaucinaHackney

Hunter was home early, tired and desperately craving a cup of tea. He walked, in the vague and wandering gait of a zombie, up to the rickety porch of his house. Where he found, freezing and reading one of her school textbook, Morgan. She smiled up at him and he felt his heart stutter, "Hey" she said and stood up to meet him, he wrapped his arms around her, "You're freezing," he exclaimed, he opened the door and pulled her inside, though that wasn't going to do much good, inside the house was just as cold, if not colder than outside. He pushed her towards the kitchen, "You go and put the kettle on I'll get the fire started. He went into the living room and started to try and heat up the dark cave of a room. He couldn't help but feel the slight male chauvinistic joy that was having Morgan in his kitchen. He thought about how nice it would be if he could come home to her every night, though he would do any cooking, Morgan's food made him grew a little and he got a kind of perverse pleasure from cooking for her. He had never been more grateful to his Aunt for teaching him the way around an oven.

When the fire burst to life he made his way into the kitchen, where Morgan was standing at the stove. He wrapped his arms around her, she was still freezing and he began to rub her back and sides to heat her up. "You're still cold," he whispered against her neck. He pulled her tighter against him. "Just stay there, I'll heat up in no time." She whispered back. He leaned into her again and peppered little kisses up her neck, she shifted a little and he felt the familiar rush when her lips found his. He swiftly deepened the kiss, not even bothering about the pain in his neck from the odd angle. They were both just getting warmed up when the kettle decided to interrupt them with its high pitched whistle.

Morgan broke away and started making them both a cup of tea, he didn't let go of her though, he wasn't ready to do that yet. He was still wrapped around her as they walked into the living room and collapsed in front of the now blazing fire. He grabbed the blanket off the back of the couch and bundled Morgan up into it. "Warming up?" he asked, she nodded, "Nice and toasty." She stated, "How was work?" she asked trailing her fingers up his arm. He yawned in answer to her question. She giggled, "It was ... long ... and boring and filled with annoying people who want lots of paperwork and records before doing anything instead of just getting on with it. How was school?" she frowned, "It was ... long ... and boring and filled with people that get over excited about nothing really." He smiled down at her, "SO we both had spectacularly boring days than." He commented, "It's getting better," Morgan whispered. They spent the next few hours talking, well a lot more time not talking really.

They hadn't really noticed the time until, Morgan happened to glance at the clock, it was half past seven. She had to get home before her parents killed her. "Hang on a minute," Hunter said as an idea just occurred to him. Morgan was pulling her boots and coat on when he came out into the hall, "Here have this," he handed her a key, "I don't want you freezing your arse off outside again." He leaned down to peck her lips and placed the key in her hand. She looked up at him rather sadly, "I really have to go or I'll be in trouble." She said then turned and walked out the door. Hunter suddenly felt sick, knowing he had just done something terribly wrong.

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Morgan was sitting on her bed a while later, the key that Hunter had given her clutched in her hand. She was pissed. At him for not making it a big deal, doing it for convenience's sakes and not out of a want for her to be closer to him. She was also pissed at herself for freaking out over it. Hunter wasn't one to make grand romantic gestures and if she was truthful with herself she wouldn't have liked one anyway. So she was annoyed about something that she would have hated if it had happened. She felt like screaming. Suddenly she sensed Hunter and then the phone started to ring, for some unfathomable reason Morgan jumped and bounded into the bathroom. She reached over and ran the shower, then slid down onto the floor. Now she was avoiding him, she felt like she was losing her mind. She discontented and confused and felt like her stomach was in a vice, a voice in her head was chanting, "He didn't do it properly!" over and over. She was so annoyed at herself. This wasn't like her. She was the kind of girl that was perfectly happy with her incredibly hot and wonderful boyfriend and that didn't freak out over a tiny little thing like a key! Or so she thought. It turns out she was freaking out over it. She shut off the shower and climbed out into her room. After crawling into her bed and trying to fall asleep she gave up and tossed her covers off and started to read her History textbook, knowing it was soon to bore her to sleep.

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She hadn't slept well and she looked like hell. She still hadn't resolved her issues with the key. It was sitting on her desk begging her to pick it up and laughing at her at the same time. She did want to have a key to Hunter's house; she certainly wasn't going to give it back to him. So what was the damm problem! The fact that he hadn't said some heartfelt speech before giving it to her, there weren't any fireworks or flowers or unicorns! She didn't want that, so why was she upset that he hadn't done that. A little more recognition would have been nice, she supposed, but all she had gotten was a comment about her body temperature. She stomped off to school resolving to go and talk to Hunter after she had been released from this virtual prison.

Her resolve was wavering as she sat in front of his house. He wasn't home yet so his house was oddly still as she stared up at it. Shakily she walked up the too front door and put her key in the lock, despite everything she couldn't help but grin like an idiot and her mind flashed to a scene in the future where she would go home to a house that she and Hunter owned, that they had filled with things that they loved. She shivered with joy. Oh god she really was going insane. She dumped her stuff in the hall and made her way into the kitchen. She badly needed a diet coke but she knew that Hunter definitely didn't keep that in his house. She made do with a cup of tea and went and raided his bookcases for something to read until he got here, hopefully he wouldn't be too long. She had settled herself in the living room with her tea, blanket and book on The Herbs of North America when she felt him coming up the walk.

He gave her a huge smile as he came in to the living room, her stomach fluttered a little, he came to sit down next to her. "Hello." He said, Morgan smiled in reply she couldn't help it. "I think I like coming home to you." He kissed her cheek, still grinning like an idiot. But Morgan's stomach was twisted in knots; she was unsure how to bring this up. He was obviously ecstatic about this arrangement, but his face had fallen, he knew that something was bothering her. "What's wrong, love, did something happen?" his eyes were filled with concern. Morgan took a deep breath, wondering how to start explaining when she didn't really know what was wrong. She shook her head trying to reassure him, she climbed into his lap and snuggled into his embrace. "Hunter ..." she started having no idea what would come out of her mouth next. "Did you give me a key because you wanted me to have one or because you didn't want me to be hanging around outside?" Hunter looked confused; the poor thing literally looked as if Morgan had just asked him to fly to mars and bring her back a piece of molten mars rock. Morgan's stomach clenched but she continued, "I don't want to have a key if you don't really want me to have it." Now he just looked exasperated. He leaned in and kissed her forehead, "Morgan ... of course I want you to have a key, I won't you to be able to come and go as you please here. It's what I'm used to, no one locks their doors at home and you can generally come downstairs and find half of the town in your living room. I like knowing that you could be here when I come home in a slightly chauvinistic nineteen-forties way, and feel free to kick me for that." Morgan smiled, and rather to her horror she didn't find the idea of waiting home for Hunter heinous, her inner feminist revolted and felt like demanding he go and make dinner, do the washing and generally treat her like a queen. "I love you and I can't wait for us to have a house of our own, but for now this will be as close as we can get. I definitely want you to have a key, though I have to admit that part of me also wants to keep you from having to stand around outside." He kissed the pulse point under ear and then he rested his forehead on hers, looking deeply into her eyes, pleased to see that the uncertainty he had noticed was gone. She smiled sweetly, feeling only minutely ridiculous; she stretched out and kissed him. "I'm sorry, I was being silly." He only shook his head and pulled them down to lie on the couch so that she was lying on top of him. "That's all right, I used to slightly unbalanced females." Morgan thwacked him for that.