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Wishing For Snow by Shelly
CHAPTER FIVE
Morgan awoke early the next morning, her head still pillowed on Leon's chest and his arms around her as she lay there listening to his even breathing wondering what he was dreaming about. He stirred in his sleep a bit and laid his hand on his stomach. She took her own hand and laid it on his, lightly caressing it and taking it in hers to hold it to her lips for a light brush of her lips on his skin as she looked up at his face, realizing that she was beginning to fall for him. Bad.
Shaking her head, she released his hand and moved off the bed without waking him to walk into the kitchen and grab some water to drink. She needed to get out of here for a short while, find somewhere where there were people and things to do to distract her from her thoughts of Leon. Even now, thinking of him lying there, she wanted to crawl back under the covers and stay close to him. It was a thought she could entertain for hours, but was dangerous to do so.
The phone ringing broke into her thoughts, and she was thankful for the distraction. She picked it up on the second ring, not wanting it to wake Leon. "Hello?"
"Morgan?" asked a voice she thought she'd never hear.
"Stigma?" she cried, her eyes wide with excitement, and she stepped outside into the cold morning air, her breath leaving little wisps of vapor in the air.
"Is everything all right?"
Just a few words, but they nearly proved to be her undoing as she wanted him to be here to talk to her and help her. But she was a child no longer that needed support from an adult as she was an adult herself now and able to take care of herself. "Everything's fine," she answered.
"You're not getting lonely, are you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"No, actually there's someone here with me."
"Who?" he asked, his voice reminding her of her father's whenever he was concerned.
"A pilot who helped me escape. He sprained his ankle really bad in the battle, and I brought him here to patch him up. But he needs a cast put on it and crutches so he can walk."
Stigma was silent a moment. "Here's the name of a doctor in the town nearby who can help him. I'll call in a favor to him, and he'll give him whatever he needs."
She remembered the name of the doctor and decided that was going to be first on her list for today." Stigma, thank you so much for everything. How about you? Are you okay?"
"Never better," he replied. "Just stay there for as long as you like. I don't mind. And if you need money, there's some in a box in one of the drawers of the desk in my study."
"Stigma, no!" she protested. "You've already done enough!"
"Morgan, I promised your father I'd look after you, and that's what I'm doing," he answered. "Well, I'd better go. It's dangerous enough calling you. Take care and remember I love you, okay? Maybe I'll see you soon."
"I love you, too," she said then listened as the connection was severed. She walked back inside into the bedroom to see Leon still in the bed, a mean idea popping into her head. She got back into bed, not bothering to be quiet about it, and smiled when she saw him stir awake. But before he was fully awake, she stuck her feet under the covers against his and nestled her cold body next to his.
"Morgan!" he shrieked. "Damn, if you aren't cold!"
But instead of pushing her away like she thought he would, he instead held her closer much like he did last night. She chuckled mischievously at first then quieted when he ran his fingers through her hair and caressed the back of her neck, almost going back to sleep.
"Who called?" he asked.
She barely heard him as she was drifting back to sleep. "A close friend of my father's who knew I was coming here. He called to check on me to see if I was okay." She sat up next to him. "How would you like to try and go into town today? I figured it would be best for both of us to get out a little bit."
He heard the unspoken words in her statement saying that it would be best for them to be around other people other than each other. But he guessed it would be a good idea to test their feelings towards one another in public. "Sounds good to me," he replied.
"My father's friend is going to call in a favor to the doctor there so he can look over your foot and maybe give you some crutches to help you walk. Plus maybe we can do a little shopping."
Like any other man, he balked at that word. "Shopping?" he asked.
She eyed him strangely. "Yeah. Like for supplies and maybe a new change of clothes for both of us."
"And just where are you going to get the money for this?" She opened her mouth to answer, but he cut her off. "I know, your father's friend, right?" She nodded. "What's with this guy?"
"I used to call him my uncle when I was growing up, and he promised my father that he'd take care of me if ever he were to die," she replied. "Enough questions. Let's get ready so we can go."
Leon sighed. "Typical female. Mention the word shopping and they're instantly ready to go."
Growling playfully, she pounced on him and began trying to tickle him. "You take that back, Leon!"
"If the shoe fits!" he replied, easily fighting her off as he was stronger than her.
She gasped in outrage. "Why you--ah!" she cried when he flipped her onto her back and pinned her against the sheets. Both of their breaths came hard and fast, their eyes looking deeply into the others, and she loosened one of her hands to bring it up to touch his face. She saw his eyes close then reopen, desire filling their gray depths just as it washed over her body when she became aware of the press of his body on hers.
"Leon, why are we doing this?" she whispered. "We both know that it's dangerous to let anything happen between us, so why do we tempt each other like this?"
He breathed deeply to try and gain control over his emotions which were running rampant throughout his body. "We don't intend for things like this to happen, they just do. And it's up to us to keep things from becoming out of our control."
She didn't want to think of how much she would like for things to get that way with him. "Well then, I guess we'd better leave then, cause if we stay here then something's definitely going to happen," she said as she ran her fingers across his lips.
"Keep doing that, and we'll both find out what might happen," he said, reluctant to move but doing so anyway and watching as she left the room, rubbing his face with his hands. "You might just be the death of me yet, Morgan."
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Hope you're enjoying this! I promise they'll get together soon! Thanks for reading and please review!
Wishing For Snow by Shelly
CHAPTER FIVE
Morgan awoke early the next morning, her head still pillowed on Leon's chest and his arms around her as she lay there listening to his even breathing wondering what he was dreaming about. He stirred in his sleep a bit and laid his hand on his stomach. She took her own hand and laid it on his, lightly caressing it and taking it in hers to hold it to her lips for a light brush of her lips on his skin as she looked up at his face, realizing that she was beginning to fall for him. Bad.
Shaking her head, she released his hand and moved off the bed without waking him to walk into the kitchen and grab some water to drink. She needed to get out of here for a short while, find somewhere where there were people and things to do to distract her from her thoughts of Leon. Even now, thinking of him lying there, she wanted to crawl back under the covers and stay close to him. It was a thought she could entertain for hours, but was dangerous to do so.
The phone ringing broke into her thoughts, and she was thankful for the distraction. She picked it up on the second ring, not wanting it to wake Leon. "Hello?"
"Morgan?" asked a voice she thought she'd never hear.
"Stigma?" she cried, her eyes wide with excitement, and she stepped outside into the cold morning air, her breath leaving little wisps of vapor in the air.
"Is everything all right?"
Just a few words, but they nearly proved to be her undoing as she wanted him to be here to talk to her and help her. But she was a child no longer that needed support from an adult as she was an adult herself now and able to take care of herself. "Everything's fine," she answered.
"You're not getting lonely, are you?" he asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.
"No, actually there's someone here with me."
"Who?" he asked, his voice reminding her of her father's whenever he was concerned.
"A pilot who helped me escape. He sprained his ankle really bad in the battle, and I brought him here to patch him up. But he needs a cast put on it and crutches so he can walk."
Stigma was silent a moment. "Here's the name of a doctor in the town nearby who can help him. I'll call in a favor to him, and he'll give him whatever he needs."
She remembered the name of the doctor and decided that was going to be first on her list for today." Stigma, thank you so much for everything. How about you? Are you okay?"
"Never better," he replied. "Just stay there for as long as you like. I don't mind. And if you need money, there's some in a box in one of the drawers of the desk in my study."
"Stigma, no!" she protested. "You've already done enough!"
"Morgan, I promised your father I'd look after you, and that's what I'm doing," he answered. "Well, I'd better go. It's dangerous enough calling you. Take care and remember I love you, okay? Maybe I'll see you soon."
"I love you, too," she said then listened as the connection was severed. She walked back inside into the bedroom to see Leon still in the bed, a mean idea popping into her head. She got back into bed, not bothering to be quiet about it, and smiled when she saw him stir awake. But before he was fully awake, she stuck her feet under the covers against his and nestled her cold body next to his.
"Morgan!" he shrieked. "Damn, if you aren't cold!"
But instead of pushing her away like she thought he would, he instead held her closer much like he did last night. She chuckled mischievously at first then quieted when he ran his fingers through her hair and caressed the back of her neck, almost going back to sleep.
"Who called?" he asked.
She barely heard him as she was drifting back to sleep. "A close friend of my father's who knew I was coming here. He called to check on me to see if I was okay." She sat up next to him. "How would you like to try and go into town today? I figured it would be best for both of us to get out a little bit."
He heard the unspoken words in her statement saying that it would be best for them to be around other people other than each other. But he guessed it would be a good idea to test their feelings towards one another in public. "Sounds good to me," he replied.
"My father's friend is going to call in a favor to the doctor there so he can look over your foot and maybe give you some crutches to help you walk. Plus maybe we can do a little shopping."
Like any other man, he balked at that word. "Shopping?" he asked.
She eyed him strangely. "Yeah. Like for supplies and maybe a new change of clothes for both of us."
"And just where are you going to get the money for this?" She opened her mouth to answer, but he cut her off. "I know, your father's friend, right?" She nodded. "What's with this guy?"
"I used to call him my uncle when I was growing up, and he promised my father that he'd take care of me if ever he were to die," she replied. "Enough questions. Let's get ready so we can go."
Leon sighed. "Typical female. Mention the word shopping and they're instantly ready to go."
Growling playfully, she pounced on him and began trying to tickle him. "You take that back, Leon!"
"If the shoe fits!" he replied, easily fighting her off as he was stronger than her.
She gasped in outrage. "Why you--ah!" she cried when he flipped her onto her back and pinned her against the sheets. Both of their breaths came hard and fast, their eyes looking deeply into the others, and she loosened one of her hands to bring it up to touch his face. She saw his eyes close then reopen, desire filling their gray depths just as it washed over her body when she became aware of the press of his body on hers.
"Leon, why are we doing this?" she whispered. "We both know that it's dangerous to let anything happen between us, so why do we tempt each other like this?"
He breathed deeply to try and gain control over his emotions which were running rampant throughout his body. "We don't intend for things like this to happen, they just do. And it's up to us to keep things from becoming out of our control."
She didn't want to think of how much she would like for things to get that way with him. "Well then, I guess we'd better leave then, cause if we stay here then something's definitely going to happen," she said as she ran her fingers across his lips.
"Keep doing that, and we'll both find out what might happen," he said, reluctant to move but doing so anyway and watching as she left the room, rubbing his face with his hands. "You might just be the death of me yet, Morgan."
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Hope you're enjoying this! I promise they'll get together soon! Thanks for reading and please review!