After what seemed an eternity in his embrace, Cal drew back slightly to
guide Morgan down to the blanket, carefully distanced from the burning wick
of the candles.
"Are you okay with this?" Cal asked, still full of passion but carefully searching her face for signs of hesitance.
Morgan nodded, confirming her assent by pulling his shirt over his head.
Cal grinned and began kissing her neck, unbuttoning her blouse, carefully removing her arms from it. When her chest was exposed, Cal shifted his attention and playfully nuzzled her breasts.
Drawn into a haze of passion, Morgan haphazardly discarded her pants and underwear as Cal likewise shifted out of his. Finished, she pulled Cal against her, anxious to be closed. Flashing to a similar experience with Hunter, she painfully recalled the rejection she had suffered that night. It was like her memories were being colored in with the emotions she had felt.
Hunter, Morgan thought as the memories became three-dimensional. Her soul mate.
It was then, when she remembered her love for Hunter, that she felt Cal penetrate. As she cried out in the pain, both physical and emotional, she realized what a momentous betrayal this was of Hunter.
After a long moment, she wasn't sure how long, she snapped to reality, and she pushed Cal off her forcefully, wildly scrambling away. Cal reached out for her, but she curled up into a ball, sobbing quietly.
"Morgan, baby," Cal tentatively began, "Are you okay?"
Morgan's only response was to cry harder, hugging herself tightly.
"You don't regret this do you?" Cal asked, softly.
Morgan felt the hurt that Cal was feeling and looked up into his eyes clouded with confusion and pain. She sighed and said, "Of course not. I'm sorry, it's just, uh – "
"You do regret it," Cal said, looking down. "I'm sorry, Morgan, I thought you were ready. I would never hurt you."
Morgan looked past her own feelings, "Cal, no, I am ready. It's just, I was thinking about Hunter and how he rejected me."
"Hunter?" Cal tensed up. "You were thinking about Hunter even as you were giving yourself to me?!"
Morgan looked to see his hand ball into a fist white with rage. She gently touched his arm, "It wasn't like that."
"Then, how was it like? This was supposed to be about us, a new step for us. Why does he get to be a part of it?" Cal asked, his voice husky with pain.
"He hurt me so much, that night, this was like a healing step," Morgan replied, telling only a partial truth.
"What happened?" Cal asked, his voice under tight control.
"Well one night, before he was going away on a mission, we were going to sleep together. But, at the last minute, Hunter pulled away because he wanted to be responsible," Morgan said sadly.
Cal snorted cruelly, "That sounds like him, alright." Then his anger seemed to dissolve a bit, "But I'm thankful, all the same. If he wasn't the responsible prig he is, it wouldn't have been me who was your first."
Morgan nodded, though she wasn't so thankful for that. She loved Cal, but nothing they had between them could compare to her relationship with Hunter. He was her perfect match, and now she had slept with his brother.
Cal moved to kiss her, but Morgan pulled away, "I'm sorry, it just doesn't feel right anymore."
Cal nodded, trying to hide how she had hurt him, "I've really screwed this up. How about we go to my house and just rest?"
Morgan looked at him gratefully. She didn't think she could go home now. Pausing however, she asked, "Just rest?"
Cal replied, "I won't jump on you, if that's what you're worried about."
Morgan stood, only to realize she hadn't collected her wits enough to put her clothes back on. Blushing she gathered her discarded garments and hastily put them on, seeing Cal reluctantly following suit.
"Are you okay with this?" Cal asked, still full of passion but carefully searching her face for signs of hesitance.
Morgan nodded, confirming her assent by pulling his shirt over his head.
Cal grinned and began kissing her neck, unbuttoning her blouse, carefully removing her arms from it. When her chest was exposed, Cal shifted his attention and playfully nuzzled her breasts.
Drawn into a haze of passion, Morgan haphazardly discarded her pants and underwear as Cal likewise shifted out of his. Finished, she pulled Cal against her, anxious to be closed. Flashing to a similar experience with Hunter, she painfully recalled the rejection she had suffered that night. It was like her memories were being colored in with the emotions she had felt.
Hunter, Morgan thought as the memories became three-dimensional. Her soul mate.
It was then, when she remembered her love for Hunter, that she felt Cal penetrate. As she cried out in the pain, both physical and emotional, she realized what a momentous betrayal this was of Hunter.
After a long moment, she wasn't sure how long, she snapped to reality, and she pushed Cal off her forcefully, wildly scrambling away. Cal reached out for her, but she curled up into a ball, sobbing quietly.
"Morgan, baby," Cal tentatively began, "Are you okay?"
Morgan's only response was to cry harder, hugging herself tightly.
"You don't regret this do you?" Cal asked, softly.
Morgan felt the hurt that Cal was feeling and looked up into his eyes clouded with confusion and pain. She sighed and said, "Of course not. I'm sorry, it's just, uh – "
"You do regret it," Cal said, looking down. "I'm sorry, Morgan, I thought you were ready. I would never hurt you."
Morgan looked past her own feelings, "Cal, no, I am ready. It's just, I was thinking about Hunter and how he rejected me."
"Hunter?" Cal tensed up. "You were thinking about Hunter even as you were giving yourself to me?!"
Morgan looked to see his hand ball into a fist white with rage. She gently touched his arm, "It wasn't like that."
"Then, how was it like? This was supposed to be about us, a new step for us. Why does he get to be a part of it?" Cal asked, his voice husky with pain.
"He hurt me so much, that night, this was like a healing step," Morgan replied, telling only a partial truth.
"What happened?" Cal asked, his voice under tight control.
"Well one night, before he was going away on a mission, we were going to sleep together. But, at the last minute, Hunter pulled away because he wanted to be responsible," Morgan said sadly.
Cal snorted cruelly, "That sounds like him, alright." Then his anger seemed to dissolve a bit, "But I'm thankful, all the same. If he wasn't the responsible prig he is, it wouldn't have been me who was your first."
Morgan nodded, though she wasn't so thankful for that. She loved Cal, but nothing they had between them could compare to her relationship with Hunter. He was her perfect match, and now she had slept with his brother.
Cal moved to kiss her, but Morgan pulled away, "I'm sorry, it just doesn't feel right anymore."
Cal nodded, trying to hide how she had hurt him, "I've really screwed this up. How about we go to my house and just rest?"
Morgan looked at him gratefully. She didn't think she could go home now. Pausing however, she asked, "Just rest?"
Cal replied, "I won't jump on you, if that's what you're worried about."
Morgan stood, only to realize she hadn't collected her wits enough to put her clothes back on. Blushing she gathered her discarded garments and hastily put them on, seeing Cal reluctantly following suit.