A/N: Here you all go. And to everyone who's been reviewing, don't worry about getting on my nerves. It gets me off my ass to write. Anyway, R&R
Every time I look at "Hunter" I feel so hollow. I've felt like that since Moira was born, when he kissed me. Sometimes I lick my lips to try and find a taste of him, but there never is one. My Hunter Niall is not here with me, and it's killing me on the inside. I just have to be strong for our daughter. I smile every day; my smile does not come from my heart or reach my eyes. Nothing has felt the same. My only joy is when I hold Moira; she's a part of him, and that does my heart good. I wonder if this is how Maeve felt. My daughter has her father's eyes…the same eyes that made my knees weak and my heart skip beats. Now, when he looks at me, holds me, or kisses me, I can barely stand his touch. It hurts even more to know that he could hurt Moira if I don't marry him. Goddess, what am I doing to Hunter?
--Morgan
Cal's POV:
Morgan hasn't looked at me the same way since Moira was born, and Moira cries every time I get within a foot of her. Morgan always looks strained when I come into the room when she has Moira; her expression is somewhere between a grimace and a smile.
I can't think of what would have brought about such a big change in her. She went to Daniel's house today, so I drew up another potion. She'll take it when she gets back.
Morgan is not really my main concern anymore. I've got her; the seeker can never have her again. Moira though, is worrying me. I'm supposed to make her evil, but if she can't stand to be around me when she's the most impressionable, then I don't see how that's going to happen.
I felt Morgan drive up to the front of the house, feeling an odd emotion coming off of her in waves. I glanced over at the potion, deciding to wait until later: I had a test in mind.
"Hello, sweetie," I kissed her tenderly on the mouth after she set Moira down in her basket on the couch.
Morgan's eyes got wide as I moved my hands up and down her arms. "Hunter?!" She said with soft surprise. She moved back a step.
I stood closer to her, pushing her face up with one of my fingers. "What? I can't make love to you now?"
She looked away for a moment. I sighed, walking toward Moira to pick her up and resolved to give Morgan the potion tonight.
Morgan grabbed my hand, jerking me back against her. She pulled me so that she was between me and the wall. I was still recovering from my shock when she started to undo the buttons on my shirt and un-tuck my undershirt; she wanted me badly. I smiled against her lips, pulling one of her legs up around me. Morgan kissed me harder when my hands went up her thigh to grab her ass. I pressed her arms against the wall and started sucking on her neck.
"Mmm…Hunter?" came her voice.
"What?" I mumbled groggily.
"Can we go upstairs?" she whispered against my ear hotly. No wonder Hunter loved her so damn much.
"Yeah," I whispered in reply.
"You go up, I'll put Moira in her crib," she smiled, kissing me on the neck.
"Wait," I said, pulling her close. I kissed her hard and pressed my hips against hers.
"Go upstairs. I'll be there in a minute," she said playfully, pushing me away.
She was incredibly sexy right now. Her mouth was soft, full, and parted slightly and her eyes were filled with lust for me. Me. Not the seeker. I was about to make her wholly mine. She wasn't the seeker's anymore.
I watched her carry Moira up the stairs, smiling to myself. I stood waiting for her in the doorway.
MoRgAn'S pOv:
I smiled at him, playing with him with my eyes. His shirt was in odds, and he stood watching me from our bedroom door. The second I closed Moira's door, I almost broke down into tears. Moira did.
"Shh, baby, shh," I cooed. I picked her out of her basket, holding her close. She hit me away from her and refused to look into my eyes.
My heart broke, but I couldn't cry. "Do you think I want to do this?" I asked her.
She looked into my eyes accusingly. "Moira," I whispered, "I love your father more than almost anything. But right now, I love you more. When I saw him going towards you, this was the first thing I thought of. Don't you think I'll beat myself up about it forever?"
She stopped crying and lay still against me. I reached down and held the ring in my hand. I let out a long breath before laying my daughter in the crib and covering her up.
I walked out of the door with as much composure as I could gather. He was still standing in the doorway, with his hands holding onto the doorframe above his head. I gave him that same too-sweet smile that I had before.
"Hey," he whispered, leaning his head down.
I didn't trust myself to speak; I kissed him gently. I moved my hands up his chest and his arms, bringing them down to wrap around me. I felt him smile as his hands went into my back pockets. I pushed him back into the bedroom, sliding my hands up his shirt. He pushed his tongue into my mouth, moving it hard against mine. He fell back onto the bed and propped up on his elbows, watching me crawl on top of him. I smiled, my hair falling all around him. My legs were on either side of his, which were dangling over the edge of the bed. I put my hands near his head and leaned down to kiss him. He slid his hands up my legs to my shirt. As he undid the first buttons and started kissing my collar bones, I tried to not flinch.
He flipped me over, lying on his side next to me. My eyes were wide and my mouth was moving silently. He smiled, taking this as happiness or something that resembled pleasure. As he slid his hand up my shirt, I closed my eyes, trying to relax as he undid the last buttons and pushed it off. I repeated a soothing spell in my head that Hunter had taught me a while ago. His mouth was on mine again, I leaned into him. My bra was off now. He leaned down, kissing down my breast, holding me close. I reached down, undoing his jeans. He kissed my chin gently, helping me as I fumbled with the button. He pushed them off and slid off the bed to undo mine. He pulled them off, kissing down my inner thigh. I felt his tongue graze in between my legs, I gasped. I felt him smile and he started to kiss me there. I pulled him back up; I wanted this to be over with as soon as possible. He looked at me with confusion, so I started kissing his neck and moving my tongue along his ear. I lay on top of him, and we rolled to the top of the bed. I started nibbling on his ear, making his breathing become raspier. His hands were roaming all over my chest; I slid off his boxers. He bit my lip, pressing his hips hard against mine. I kissed his shoulder with my lips parted, moving my tongue gently against his skin. He slid his hips a little lower than mine, between my legs and started to press himself into me. I cried out, trying not to scream "Get off of me!" I tried to think of Hunter, remembering our first time. I started moaning as he repeated my name over and over. He moved faster in and out of me, kissing me. I felt like I was going to crawl out of my skin.
CaL's PoV:
I watched her sleep. She looked so amazing under the covers. Making love had been like making magick for the first time. I didn't have to give her the potion. I knew she loved me still. Now if only I could tell Hunter about it. Or better yet…show him. That would be the perfect end to the perfect night.
I slipped out of the bed to the phone.
"Ciaran?" I asked once I heard his voice.
"What?" he asked sharply.
I smiled cruelly. "Give Hunter a stone to scry with. Tell him to scry for his lover."
"Why?" Ciaran asked blandly.
"Just do it. I'm sure he'd love to see Morgan after all this time."
Ciaran was silent. "Cal."
"Just do it." I hung up.
HuNtEr'S pOv:
I was flat on my back, staring up at the ceiling. I had been re-playing seeing Morgan and Moira over and over in my mind. Morgan was still there on my lips. She was still there in front of me. Morgan's tears were still cold against my mouth. Moira's fine baby hair still tickled my cheek. (A/N: see the BOS entry. Morgan can't still feel Hunter's kiss.) All I could see were her eyes; they were the same as mine. I loved them so much, so much it hurt.
Ciaran came into the room. "Hunter."
I barely moved. He looked down. "Scry for Morgan. But scry for her the way she was earlier today."
He set the stone down a few feet away from me and walked out. I scrambled to get it. My body was hunched over it like a child as I repeated the same words that would let me see her.
I saw her with my family, Mum was holding Moira. Then I saw her with Cal, he was kissing her. My blood began to boil. She backed off, and I wanted to yell with joy. Cal walked toward Moira; Morgan's face was tense with fear. She grabbed his hand and began to kiss him again. Morgan. Watching her start to undo his shirt was killing me. They moved up to the bedroom. The stone followed her into Moira's room. She looked about ready to collapse. I tried to read her lips as she soothed Moira. I wanted to scream at her. I couldn't believe her. She knew that wasn't me. I could forgive her if she didn't walk out of that door. But she did. I watched her go into the bedroom and push Cal back onto the bed and take off his clothes. I watched him kiss her thighs. My grip tightened on the stone; my hands bled from the cuts. He was kissing her body; she was moaning. I threw the stone across the room, swearing as I did.
She betrayed me. I collapsed into me. There was no way I would go back now. I felt like I needed to throw up. Dammit, we had a daughter and she did this? I couldn't hate her. I loved her still. I wanted her with me still.
