AN: This one was fun to write. And first time writing about Morticia! (I don't know why I've always been avoiding her since I actually do like her as a character)

Warnings: Teacher Rick / Morticia, some pining and denial

Summary: Teacher Rick has a dilemma with one of his students who has a crush on him…

Finally Ricktober, Bitches! – Chapter 25: Teacher Rick – They're still a Rick Teacher and a Morty Student…that's all they are

Teacher Rick patrolled the halls of the dorm that was connected to Morty Academy. It was already past curfew, all the lights were out and thankfully, everything was as silent as should be.
Of course, he could care less if the little turds were really sleeping or hiding under their covers with their smartphones, reading comic books or porn mags or whatever else.

He halted on his round as his eyes landed on a specific door. Usually, there were two bunkbeds in all the rooms, so that four Mortys needed to share one sleeping quarter, but he knew that solely one person occupied this one…

With a shake of his head, he tried not to think about them and continued checking the halls. However, his thoughts drifted unwillingly back towards the occupant of that one room.
There was a reason why that person wasn't forced to share a room with other Mortys. It was because they weren't a Morty – well, in a way they were, but just not like the other Mortys. This one was a Morticia.

Teacher Rick had been really surprised when the new school year had started and he found that a female Morty had enrolled at the academy this time.
Morticias were still a rarity and you could hardly find any of them on the Citadel, so seeing one in person was a first time for the scientist turned teacher.

With shame, he had to admit that at the first rollcall, his eyes had lingered on her. She stuck out like a sore thumb though with her long and wavy brown hair and that red headband, he told himself. The only thing that would have made it worse would have been if they had given her a different school uniform that consisted of a skirt instead of pants. However, since female Mortys were so rare, none of the school staff would have probably even bothered to think about getting an alternate uniform.

Teacher Rick finally finished his round and retired to his own quarters. With a sigh, he sat down in a chair at his desk and plucked his hipflask from the inside of his black robe to take a sip.
Then his eyes fell on the stacks of papers that he still needed to correct.
While he wasn't really in the mood for it at this late hour, he thought 'When am I ever in the mood?' and right now he would take any distraction that he could get to just forget.

However, he couldn't just get this out of his head. No matter how much alcohol he downed and how often he told himself not to think about it, his thoughts would always drift back to her.
Even now, as he had tied his long hair back in a loose ponytail and scribbled with a red pen over the chicken scratches of his incompetent students, his mind was back on sweet, sweet Morticia. Or rather, the event that involved her.

Of course, he knew that it was wrong. They were student and teacher and technically also grandfather and granddaughter, but she was the one who had started it. She was the one who…

With a loud groan, he threw his correction pen down and grabbed once more for the flask to drown it of its contents. Rick didn't want to admit that he was partly to blame for what had happened, too. This wasn't on him, this was totally on her!

Morticia was the one who had started it, after all.
Sure, during lessons, his eyes often wandered to her and stayed, but he didn't harbor any weird thoughts or feelings for her. She just stuck out between all the Mortys – all the boys who looked and were practically the same. That was all!

However, she was the one who reacted to it. She was the one who caught him staring and at first, nothing happened. His stare was only met with a face of confusion and he quickly averted his eyes, always feeling slightly embarrassed at having been caught by her.

It changed though.
After a while, when she caught him again, instead of that questioning gaze there would be a blush on her face and she was the one to look away first. He thought that it was weird the first few times that it happened, but then realized that she was probably having a crush on him.

Was it even possible for a kid her age to have a crush on her grandfather and teacher who was so much older?
Apparently it was.

Even though this should have been a warning for him to cut it out, - whatever it was that he was doing – to not encourage her, he couldn't stop himself. His eyes just always fell on the cute, shy girl. She was pretty, how could he not look at her? Even if it meant nothing to him. He wasn't trying to be a weirdo about it.
And whenever she would notice, she would actually smile back. The blush was still there, but was accented by this really bright smile and it made Teacher Rick feel bad.

Still, there was no harm. They didn't talk with each other past what was considered educational content. She didn't stay behind after class, waited for him in the hallways, or approached him outside of school. Nothing was wrong. No damage done. Everything was okay.

But again, it didn't stay that way…
With a curse, he threw his empty flask across his small room and got up from his chair. He stalked over to a cabinet where he kept his stash of alcohol and pulled a long, dark-brown bottle from the shelf, then uncorked it and empty it by almost a quarter in one go.
On slightly swaying legs, he found the way back to his desk, placed the bottle on a free spot next to the uncorrected papers and resumed his task.

Though, his focus didn't last long on the wrong answers – some of which made his eyes roll at their ridiculousness – and his brain was straight back to the event that he wanted to forget so badly. The one moment that made him want to act as if it had never happened to begin with.

It was that one afternoon. A very ordinary afternoon, really, so he hadn't expected anything – and especially not that – to happen.
Classes were over for the day and he had just finished packing his stuff. The classroom was unsurprisingly already empty since the Mortys always hurried to get out after the school day was over.
Like always, he left the classroom and locked it after himself. In one hand, he held one of his textbooks and a stack of uncorrected tests and with the other, he pocketed the heavy key bundle inside his robes.

As he turned around to be on his way to his own dormitory, he halted abruptly. Because she was standing there, leaning slightly against the row of lockers and looking at him as if she had been waiting for him.

Teacher Rick forced himself to get his body back in motion and put on a mask of indifference even though he was sure that she had already seen the surprise on his face. He walked firmly and almost passed her as if he hadn't noticed her presence.
However, he stopped again and addressed her.

"What are you still doing here? Classes are already over."

He mentally congratulated himself that he managed to keep his voice steady – not that there was any reason for his voice not to be steady.

Morticia didn't give him an answer to his question though. She looked with big, fawn-colored eyes at him and gnawed on her lower lip, looking nervous or at least undecided.
Instead of asking again, Rick lifted one side of his eyebrow in a questioning manner, hoping that she would give him an answer soon. Or, just scramble. Either would be fine with him at this point.

She did none of these things.
What she did was suddenly wrap her arms around his neck and pushing her lips against his.

Teacher Rick's eyes widened in shock and the papers and book he had been holding onto fell to the ground, the white sheets scattering around them.
Her lips felt so soft…

The moment didn't last long and as quickly as she had latched onto him, she let go again. Her entire head was glowing red like a cherry and she mumbled out a hasty excuse before she bolted.
Rick was left behind dumbfounded with the mess on the floor and a mess inside his head.

The teacher put his pen aside again and groaned loudly while rubbing with both hands over his face.
Ever since then the emotions that he swore didn't exist were all jumbled now. He couldn't stop thinking about the kiss.
However, what was worst of all was that he was hoping it would happen again.

Yet, he knew that they couldn't. He didn't want to be a pervert – one of those Ricks.
And he also couldn't forget who and what they were.
He was her teacher and she was his student. And that was it! That was all it was…all they were…all they ever would be…