Sacrificing Morgan
A fic by The Angel
Chapter 6: Dreams of Passion
"Great, a fainted McMahon in my arms." Chris sighed. "Get up," He whispered to the limp body. He quietly opened the door to the lounge. "Er…Vince?" Chris asked, trying to hide Morgan's body.
Vince slipped off his reading glasses. "Hmm…Yes, Chris?" Chris cracked his knuckles. "I am going to take Morgan back to the hotel, she's very…Tired." He looked to Morgan's body.
"Oh yes, by all means, take her back. I am going to be here for a while." Vince said, filing some papers. "Thanks, boss!" Chris ran like the wind.
Chris left the arena, carrying Morgan over his shoulder. He wish he had a duffel bag. He spotted the limo waiting for them. "What happened here?" The driver asked. Chris glared at him.
"Does it matter? No. Just take us to the hotel." The driver opened the doors for them. Chris put Morgan's body gently in the backseat and strapped her in. He filed in next to her. "Man, we need to put you to bed." The driver, with an extremely confused look upon his face, sped away from the arena.
*
"Mmm…" Morgan moaned and rolled over in a gigantic bed, a tall familiar blonde lay sleeping next to her. Morgan propped herself with her elbows, and hovered over the man. "Are you lost?" She asked, poking his back.
Chris opened one eye. "Morgan, you're okay!" Morgan wrinkled up her face and rubbed her eyes. "Who's Morgan?" Chris cocked his head and turned on the lamp. "Okay. Did you hit your head, like, hard when you fainted?" Morgan pulled the covers off of her. "I did bruise my head…"
"All I remember was some fat man trying to lure me…And nothing. Who was that man?" Morgan scratched her nose, and looked at Chris for an answer. "I think you better lie down again, Morgan." Morgan laid down her head. "Would you please stop calling me Morgan?"
Chris clicked on the TV, and Vince was on it. "Does this man look familiar to you?" He asked. Morgan scratched her chin and glared at the TV. "Who is that?" Chris chuckled. "That's your father." Morgan grinned. "My dad is on TV. This is awesome. A famous father, a great husband…"
"Husband?" Chris blinked. Morgan punched him lightly. "Teaser you. Aren't you my husband? I mean, I can't be a hooker. We DID wake up in the same bed." Chris gulped. "No, you're not a hooker…" Morgan cradled her hip in her hand. "Well?"
Chris cleared his throat. "There's something you need to know…" Morgan grinned. "Yes?" Chris smiled nervously and laid his arm around her shoulder. "Happy anniversary." Morgan grinned and threw herself on Chris. "Well, let's celebrate!"
"Celebrate?" Chris asked. Morgan nodded. "Well, yeah. I mean, we do have relations…Don't we?" Chris felt the sweat forming on his neck. "Yeah, we do…But not tonight." Morgan frowned. "Don't you love me…Hubby?"
Morgan had Chris cornered. "I do, Morgan, I really do. But you have amnesia. You have to know something." Morgan unbuttoned Chris's shirt. "What?" Chris sighed. "I am not your husband." Morgan slapped him. "Ow," Chris rubbed his cheek.
"So you were going to use me for some cheap sex toy?" Morgan asked, glaring at Chris. Chris got up and massaged his cheek. "Hey! You assumed that we were married!" Morgan shrugged. "Well, if I have amnesia, whatever that is…Can we pretend we're married?"
She fell into Chris's arms and kissed him.
*
Morgan moaned and woke up. She looked up into the blackness of her room, and felt that no one was on the bed with her. She had to say that she was disappointed. She groaned and clutched her throbbing head, a result from the alcohol she consumed earlier that night.
Chris lay on the floor next to her bed. "Sweet man," She smiled to herself. Her head felt like a lumberjack was axing into it, so she laid her head back down on the pillow without waking Chris. Before she drifted back to sleep, she took one last quick glance at him.
He was having his own dreams of passion.
*
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Chris kissed Morgan on the neck and smiled at her. Morgan smiled back and nodded. "With you, yeah, I am positive." Chris nodded. "Okay, if you're sure."
Chris slowly unbuttoned her shirt. "I love you," She said. "You know that, right?" Chris kissed her softly. "Of course I know it. I love you." He quickly stripped her and himself and entered her gently.
They both moaned in pleasure, and Chris awoke, covered in steamy sweat.
*
"Good morning," Morgan said, as Chris opened the curtains. Morgan shield her eyes and rolled over. Chris was avoiding her, embarrassed about his dream last night.
Morgan raised an eyebrow at Chris as he mumbled something and walked into the bathroom. Her head still throbbed, and she threw the covers over herself. She didn't understand why she dreamed that Chris was her husband, and she didn't understand why she was upset about his avoiding her.
"I am in love with him." She realized.