"So, what's the deal with you and Rick?" Diane's words came as a surprise to Myra. She glanced up from the paper she was writing and glanced at her beautiful blonde roommate.

Myra could assume why Diane was asking the question; the tone of her voice all but gave it away.

Rick had secretly stowed away in Myra's luggage when she had headed to college. When he had miraculously spurted from a vase in the trunk of her car she had practically had a heart attack. He had laughed for an entire day about the ordeal. Myra hadn't found it so amusing.

"We're childhood friends." Myra shrugged dismissively, glancing back down at her paper. Truth was, they had been physically more than that since their awkward tumble at the prom afterparty. Though, it was just an additional benefit of their friendship now. "We do have sex occasionally." Myra added.

"What?" Diane sounded bewildered, "How is it possible to be friends with someone you are having sex with?" her eyes went wide with shock.

Myra glanced up again, feeling irritated, "Its easy. We are friends; who have sex sometimes." She felt her teeth clenching in frustration, "It is possible to sleep with someone and feel no sense of unreasonable 'love' for the person." The words rolled out of her mouth, like they were made of something vile.

Ugh, 'love' .

Diane frowned, and started to set aside her mountain of textbooks she had opened around her on the floor. She was a smart girl, but Myra was easily annoyed by her constant need for 'girl talk'; or truly, any talk in general. Then again, Myra wasn't exactly a 'people person'.

"So, if Rick were to start dating someone…?" Diane asked inquisitively.

"I couldn't care less." Myra frowned, "Rick Sanchez is free to do whatever and whoever he wants. In fact, he does." She stated, "If you want to start dating him, just do it. It would only mean that my best friend has a girlfriend and my 'sometimes sex' with Rick would obviously end."

It was the truth. Myra had no intention of potentially ruining a relationship between two people. Ever since she had started sleeping with Rick; Myra had somehow felt more independent and distant. She didn't feel like she needed to be around Rick every waking minute of the day; she felt she was able to do her own thing.

Or maybe she was trying to distance herself from being overly attached; unnecessary closeness was a slippery slope she was far too terrified to climb.

She had been completely ready for her independent collage life; when she had left her hometown, and said her goodbyes to everyone, she had known she would be free from her parents and Rick. She wouldn't need anyone; for the very first time in her life.

So, as Rick had busted from a vase he had created dimensional transcendentalism in- Myra had felt disappointed. For the first time in her life, she was disappointed to see Rick Sanchez.

Myra glanced at the vase on the dresser at the end of her bed. He was no doubt inside, eavesdropping or tinkering with something. Either way, she wasn't feeling in the caring mood.

"…so…" Diane cleared her throat, "How is the sex?" Her eyes were glimmering with curiosity.

Myra let out an exasperated huff and all but threw her pen onto the desk in frustration, "Diane, I have no interest in the conversation we are currently having; if you had not picked up on the many social ques I have given you." She snapped, "If you want to find out what a physical relationship with Rick is like; dive right in and have fun." Myra stood up and snatched her handbag from beside her bed.

She slammed the door harder than she had anticipated as she left the room. She was instantly greeted by an array of cheerleader-like girls who all smiled sweetly at her and grinned, babbling about stupid things Myra had no interest in. She shoved past them roughly, and hurriedly left the sorority house, hearing confused and irritated blather behind her.

"What's wrong with her?" she heard one of them mutter sourly.

Everything was wrong.

She was bored and irritated with college already, and she was only halfway through her first year. The work was far easier than she had envisioned. Rick had warned her about college not being for smart people; and he was nearly always right.

The other sorority girls were frustrating. They were the things Myra's nightmares were made of, with their endless gossip and complaining about boys, and their incessant need to perform 'makeovers' on everyone.

Her roommate, Diane was by far the worst. Always asking her stupid questions, ogling and distracting Rick every time he was with Myra. For someone who was as smart as Dianne, it was truly irritating to share a room with a barbie like her. She wasn't full of any useful information; just pointless, idol gossip. Like the rest of the house.

Myra huffed and pulled her scarf over her face slightly, feeling the bitter chill of winter biting through the dusk air.

"Yo!" Rick was suddenly beside her, "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"The usual, bored, irritated and hormonal." Myra frowned, "I am assuming you weren't there?" '

Rick smirked at her, "I haven't been there in a week, y-you dipstick." He shrugged, "I have actually sh-shacked up in a frat house; I'm kinda the life of the place over there. I've taken over the entire basement area with science stuff; y-you should come see the shit I have been working on while you've been busy with 'college'."

"Working without me?" Myra glimpsed at Rick, "That's somewhat of a surprise."

Rick grinned at her, "J-just come have a look; I'm starting to freeze my balls off out here."

He gave her arm a gentle tug as he started off in the direction of the frat house he was talking about. Myra was surprise that she yielded to his touch so easily; she turned towards him, halting in her tracks.

"My roommate Diane has a thing for you." She said, gaging his reaction.

"That blonde piece?" Rick said, turning to glance at her over his shoulder.

Myra nodded, "I may have been quite rude to her about the whole thing; but the truth of the matter is I can't stand her. She seems too fake; to willing to please everyone and give cheery gossip the moment my alarm goes off in the morning." Myra suppressed the urge to shudder, "But she's smart and beautiful. All the things wet dreams are made of."

Rick smirked at her then, "W-where is all this coming from?"

Myra stuffed her hands into her coat pocket and shrugged, "Maybe everything is starting to get to me. Everything is so different than I had imagined; I don't know how to make heads or tails of anything that's going on."

Rick looked her dead in the eye, "Well as much as I'd like to give you the 'I told you so', speech right now; I have something really cool I want to show you- and for the first time in a while i-it's not my dick." He grinned.

Myra couldn't help but to smirk at his comment as he started to drag her after him.

He certainly did like to show her his dick when she least expected it. But there was something about the way he was holding himself; something about the excitement that was glimmering in his eyes that told her that he had discovered or created something amazing.

When they arrived at the frat house, Myra briefly noted it was the least popular 'nerdy' frat. Not that their reputation stopped them from throwing parties where they drank excessively until they passed out; the bodies sprawled on the porch and house were evident of that.

"They uh… couldn't keep up last night. I-I kinda bet them I could drink all of them under the table and th-then some… a-a-and I did." Rick muttered as a brief explanation as they stepped through the almost apocalyptic-like scenery of the house. It was a mess with bottles, cans and plastic cups; they had certainly outdone themselves.

"Let me guess, you were blind drunk and still managed to pull some amazing invention out of your ass?" Myra smirked at Rick as they headed down the basement stairs.

"Well, duh." Rick grinned at her, "bask in the glow of my genius." He gestured to a strange platform with a circular archway. Myra's eyes went wide with awe; it was something they had spoken of their entire lives together; a portal which could power a gateway through into another dimension; into entire new worlds.

"Is that…?" She asked, her eyes wandered over the power system, amazed at how he had managed to gather all the components he needed to be able to power something so complex.

"It is," he grinned in response, "A-and I guarantee it will work too; all I need is a little isotope to…"

She whirled around and glared at him, suddenly feeling angry, "Rick…" She said in a stern tone, "Are you telling me that you don't have it yet?" She snapped, understanding why he was showing her. He wanted her to steal the nuclear isotope they had locked up tight on campus. The very illegal isotope that a select few were conducting experiments on; the one she had access to, despite the fact she was a freshman.

Rick snorted at her, and wandered over to a compartment, and opened the hatch. The green glow confirmed that he had already successfully stolen it.

"Believe it or not, Morty, I-I don't always have ulterior motives." He grinned at her, cocking his brow as the devilishly smug expression covered his face, "I can do whatever the fuck I want, Morty. I-I'm a big boy."

She suppressed the urge to make a dick joke, instead she cleared her throat, "So, you going to cut the foreplay and show me what this thing can do?"

Rick grinned impossibly wide and laughed, "Well, aren't we eager today?" he pressed a button and the portal began to whir with energy. It fizzled to life, the archway glowed a mystical blue and swirled like the great depths of the ocean.

"After you." Rick gestured with his hand, his voice was filled with amusement at the dumb expression Myra realised must have covered her face.

She stepped through, feeling an icy cold rush of air. Her eyes went wide at what she saw. It was a completely different world; an deep reddish landscape, which had deep pockets of green and maroon in the distance Myra noted must have been an alien jungle.

There were strange buildings nearby, which bought Dr Sues' books to Myra's mind. She realised that this place had life, and she was very eager to explore.

"Panties a little wet there?" Rick snorted in amusement.

"I'd be surprised if they weren't." she murmured, still glancing around, "this is amazing; words will never be able to express how blown my mind is right now…"

Rick smirked, "Well, y-you could have been a bigger part of this, Morty." He said matter-of-factly, "Instead of being a sell out and going to a school you are far too smart to attend." He sounded suddenly annoyed, "Y-you could have gotten your parents to buy you a nice little house somewhere a-a-and we could have done this in t-the garage or something."

He was right. He usually was.

She could have been doing real science, rather than sticking to boring curriculum and reading textbooks and writing essays. College had restricted her in many ways; she had felt bitter because of it.

"You're right…" She murmured, as much as she hated the idea of relying on her parents for anything; she desperately craved the mental stimulation of working alongside Rick. "I have so many ideas right now, I feel regenerated by what you have been able to pull out of your ass." She turned to him with a grin, "But before I cry home to my daddy to buy me a house; do you want to be the first humans to fornicate wherever the hell this is?"

"Planet Squanch" Rick added, "I may or may not have talked to some of the natives already."

Myra shook her head at him, resisting the urge to throttle him, "So… was that a yes?"

Rick shrugged, "I could fuck."

She grinned in response, jumping as a shadow crossed her peripheral vision, "I am sorry, I did not mean to interrupt your strange mating ritual."

Myra turned around, meeting the gaze of a female bird-person. Her stomach was engorged, and Myra understood right away that she was pregnant.

"Oh…you weren't interrupting anything …yet." Myra shrugged.

"Good. That would have been most unfortunate and awkward." Her expression was deadpan as she waddled past them, heading towards the nearby trees.

Rick glanced at Myra, "T-the pregnant ones' venture into the wilderness to birth their eggs. A-apparently it's a very private affair." He let out a sigh, "But we'd better head back now; I'm not entirely confident in those assholes leaving the portal device alone, if they see it." He muttered, stepping back through.

Myra followed him, feeling her mind awakened to the endless possibilities Rick's invention had made in her life. She felt reborn, completely excited by the fact they would be able to make all sorts of scientific discoveries and breakthroughs.

"I'm in." She was grinning wider than she had in months.

"Get on the phone to Daddy Warbucks ," Rick was suddenly close behind her, his hands were winding around her waist as he pulled her close, whispering with hot breath against her neck "L-let's take this shit to the next level."


"God, fucking damn it!" Rick snapped, holding his arm as he shut down the portal platform, "I-I thought I told you to cover my ass, not let that fucking blowfly shoot me!" He grumbled irritably as he started through the medical items in the crammed garage.

It had been just over a year since Myra had successfully conned her parents into buying a house, just off campus from the college. Their bargaining chip was that she had to attend college, graduate with good grades, and eventually bag a wealthy, eligible bachelor. So far, she was holding down two parts of the deal; though she genuinely had no intention of marrying anyone.

"For the last time, I told you I was a little preoccupied by the four guys who had me cornered." Myra snapped back in response, snatching a bottle of alcohol out of Rick's hand and tipping it on his wound.

"FUCK!" He snapped, slapping her away.

"Hold still, you overgrown baby!" She grumbled, wrestling with him to hold him steady, "It's a plasma blast wound, and you can't just go probing it with your ape-fingers so senselessly!"

Rick shoved her off him, a grin curving his mouth, "I'm so glad that you aren't freakishly strong or anything; otherwise you might be an actual threat!" He smirked, reaching onto the top shelf, which was stocked with an assortment of bottles and flasks of liquid. He retrieved the greyish plasma-burn salve Myra had made and shook his head, "We really need to make this portal situation more portable." He muttered, frowning suddenly.

"I managed to snatch the professor's keys if you need to go hunting for some illicit materials again." Myra smiled slightly, "though I am pretty sure they have the place under surveillance by now, considering the last stock counts were so low."

Rick smirked, as he rubbed the salve into the wound on his shoulder "Actually, while you have been busy with 'college', I have actually started work on an interesting prototype for a gun-like device." He was grinning from ear-to ear, "But i-it's not ready yet… all work in progress."

Myra nudged him and admired how the seared flesh began to knit back together, leaving Rick's skin completely unblemished. Being able to access all the alien resources through the portal had unleashed the endless possibilities at their very fingertips. All the different minerals, elements and matter was extraordinary. Their scientific discoveries had been endless over the year that had passed. She was amazed by it all.

There was a sudden knock on the front door.

Rick and Myra looked at each other in confusion. No one ever visited them; they didn't exactly branch out a great deal in the social aspects. They were quite contempt doing their own thing – typically off-earth.

"Better go get that." Rick smirked at her, jerking his head in the direction of the door.

"Ugh, why do I always have to get the door?" Myra moaned irritably as she set off.

They had a good thing going; whatever their situation was.

She felt her limbs grow heavy as she reached the front door. Myra opened it and was surprised by the beam of happiness that stared back at her.

"Hey Myra!" Diane grinned back at her, "A few of the girls told me where you lived, so I thought I would drop by with gifts!" She thrust a Tupperware container of muffins into Myra's arms and practically barged inside. "This house is HUUUUGE!"

Myra felt a frown of irritation forming, "Why are you here?"

"To say hello, I mean we used to be so close and then you just vanished!" Diane smiled, "I mean, it's been a year and… nothing!"

"Ugh… You're here for Rick, aren't you?" Myra felt the disgust cloud her mood, "He's in the garage; I can go get him if you want?"

"Rick lives here too?" Diane feigned surprise, "Wow, I didn't think two people in your situation would do that…."

"Our situation?" Myra frowned in confusion.

"Friends with benefits; I did an entire psychology paper on it last semester. Needless to say, you guys were the main inspiration." Diane smiled pleasantly, her eyes wandered around the house once more.

"A psychology paper?" Myra frowned, still feeling like she had been hit by a hurricane of confusion from the moment Diane had appeared.

"On the psychological benefits and drawbacks of being in a 'friends with benefits' type situation. Most of them don't last too long; perhaps six months tops from what I had investigated. I am very surprised by the fact that you two are still at it; let alone living together!" She smiled, her eyes suddenly full of intrigue, "So how does it work when you bring other people home? Is it a 'no other people under the same roof' type deal, or you guys don't care whether you see the other with another person….etc?"

Myra blinked, "other people?" the confusion whirled in her head.

"I mean, you guys do see other people too?" Diane's tone was soft, gentle yet somehow menacing.

Myra stared into space. She knew that she certainly hadn't slept with another person; there just wasn't the need, appeal, or time to sleep with another person. Rick was close; Rick was convenient.

"I see…" Diane made a clicking sound with her tongue, "I hate to break it to you, but you guys have been dating this entire time." She made a pained expression, though Myra knew Dianne was reeling with delight at the fact she had unnerved her. "Well, I'll let you process that…" Diane smirked and headed towards the door, "Don't forget, my door is always open for you guys whenever either of you needs me…" The door clicked closed and Myra was suddenly staring into empty space, holding the container of muffins.

"Who was it?" Rick suddenly appeared in the garage doorway nearby. He was looking at her with concern, "Everything alright, Morty?"

Myra turned and looked at him, feeling suddenly flustered, "we need to talk…"

"Who was it?" Rick asked again, his expression suddenly annoyed.

"Diane." Myra shrugged, "But that's not exactly what I need to talk to you about."

"Why do I have the feeling that t-this conversation is going to annoy the fuck out of me?" Rick frowned, stepping past her into the kitchen to grab a beer out of the fridge.

"Its about us." Myra frowned, "What are we doing? What are we?" the foggy storm of confusion was swirling about her mind, "Are we in a relationship?"

Rick glanced at her with bewilderment, his eyebrow cocking in annoyance, "Does it matter?"

Myra frowned, slamming the container of muffins onto the countertop with a scowl, "Of course it does!"

"Calm your tits, Morty." Rick frowned at her, "Does it matter in the sense that we don't need to put a label on everything?" he asked, his expression full of annoyance, "I-I know how you have a bad case of philophobia; most likely stemming from everything that happened with your asshole parents…"

"Shush!" Myra hissed, "Don't try and psychoanalyse me like Dianne did!"

"Oh please, I know you l-like the back of my hand, Morty!" Rick frowned, glancing at his hands, "What the fuck is that?" He scowled, suddenly confused by something on his hand.

"I think we should start seeing other people." Myra frowned.

Rick stared at her, his expression dark with annoyance. He took a lengthy gulp of the beer, finishing it off.

"Is that what y-you really want?" He asked, his tone was bitter, "T-to start screwing other people?"

Myra gulped, feeling slightly uncertain, "Yes." She breathed, after a brief pause.

Rick opened the fridge and grasped the rest of the six pack of beers. He shrugged his shoulders as he barged past her, "Fine." He muttered, disappearing down into the basement once more; Leaving Myra alone with her muddled, fragmented thoughts.


"Do you think it could be possible you are overreacting to something you deem significant; though you are making attempts to mask your insecurities with anger?" Bird-Person was giving Rick his usual blank stare from across the table.

It had been just over a month since Myra had ended their 'friends with benefits arrangement'. Rick was beyond pent-up and pissed over the situation.

Myra seemed unchanged by the whole thing; she was playing some kind of exotic version of beer pong with Squanchy on the other side of the room.

Rick took a lengthy gulp of his drink and shrugged his shoulders, "A-all I'm saying is I don't know what h…er fucking problem is. Our previous arrangement had many benefits; other than the sex factor." He poked his finger at the table, "It was convenient as hell, for a starter."

Bird-Person blinked slowly, "Has it ever occurred to you that something about the previous relationship arrangement was inconvenient for her?"

Rick made a dismissive snorting sound, "Puh-lease; W-w-we're literally the only two people the other sees; apart from a bunch of.. and I mean no offence… aliens." His eyes wandered to Squanchy and Myra as they let out a cheerful shout and high-fived each other. Squanchy's hand lingered a little too long on Myra's waist before they separated to commence their game.

"Squanchy has another thing com…ing if he thinks she'll bang him." Rick belched, and frowned, turning his gaze back to Bird-Person.

"You were warned from one of our very first interactions, that if you ever screwed things over with her; that we would swoop in." Bird-Person stated, "She is fun, intelligent and attractive; these are all things most would find appealing in a mating partner."

Rick waved his hand dismissively, "Not to mention you guys know all the weird, crazy sex stuff she's willing to do; thanks to my boasting."

"That is but an added bonus." Bird-Person nodded.

Rick frowned and glanced down into his drink, feeling a sense of irritation and sorrow overcoming him.

"Perhaps there is something you can do to alleviate your loneliness and have a chance at… what you would call… revenge?" Bird-Person's eyes seemed to be scrutinizing Rick.

Rick's interest piqued, "Oh yeah? What would that be?" he asked, somewhat doubtful.

"In bird culture, whenever a potential love interest has scorned us we sometimes like to invoke the right of the jealous vulture." Bird-Person said, bopping his head slightly.

Rick frowned "W-w-what the hell does that mean?"

"You find a human that Myra finds annoying and you perform the mating dance with them." Bird-Person nodded.

Rick thought for a moment, "Hmm… t-that it a broad spectrum; Myra hates literally everyone."

Bird-person blinked, "Perhaps it was not meant to be; maybe you should make attempts at.."

"W-wait a minute…" Rick cut him off, impatiently, "There was that roommate of hers… that blonde chick." He tapped the table thoughtfully, "Danielle…no Dingle… Die… Dianne!" He said triumphantly, "Y-yeah, that was it… that bloody chick drove her insane!"

Bird-Person blinked, "Perhaps I have made a mistake…"

"Oh no-no-no." Rick was grinning, "It's a perfect plan- that blond piece had the hots for me BIG time. This will be like landing a super-easy payload. I'm all about that money-shot; if you know what I mean."

"I do not." Bird-Person blinked, "But I will ask you; is this what you really want to do?"

Rick shrugged his shoulders, "I get a place to stick my dick AND piss off Morty?" He grinned, "I'd consider that a win-win, my friend!" he gulped down the rest of his drink victoriously.

Myra and Squanchy suddenly strode over to the table, flopping down into the spare chairs.

"I don't know how she can squanch like that!" Squanchy was laughing, "Did you guys get a load of that squanch she pulled?"

"Its not my fault you are a limp-dicked bastard, Squanchy." Myra smirked, shrugging her shoulders, "Perhaps next time you will grow a pair and actually rise to the occasion."

"Just what the fuck are you two talking about?" Rick snapped a little too angrily.

"Geez, Sanchez." Myra cocked her brow at him, a frown curved her mouth, "What crawled inside you and died?"

"Nothing." Rick muttered dismissively, "Just… that innuendo r-really perturbs me at the moment, Morty." Rick frowned, "I'm blue-balling majorly; thanks to you."

She gave him an odd stare and folded her arms across her chest defensively, "Not my problem, Sanchez." She shrugged her shoulders, "There are plenty of other places you can stick it."

Rick grinned at her, "Oh I have intentions to. Actually, that's a perfect segue… Say, do you still have that girl… Dianne's number?"

Myra gave him a quizzical look, "I suppose desperate times do call for desperate measures." She shrugged her shoulders, "Her number is in the contact book I keep by the phone in the kitchen."

Rick grinned at her, and stood up, "Thank y…ou." He belched, "Now if you idiots will excuse me; I have a super keen bas I'd like to go and land… so to speak." He chuckled to himself as he walked off.

"Although he does not want to admit it, he's in pain." Bird-person said, cutting through the silence moments later.

Myra glanced at him, "I'm fairly sure after he chases a few skirts he'll be more than over it." She shrugged, "It'll be far healthier for the both of us to move past this temporary hiccup; seeing other people will be extremely beneficial for our personal growth."

"Does that mean that you are… on the market?" Bird-Person asked, leaning forward slightly.

"Go Squanch somewhere else- I have first dibs." Squanchy growled.

Myra snorted, "You two… I actually think I might give my southern region a nice, long break." She smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "Sorry, but you'll be stuck in my friendzone for eternity, guys."


Later that night, Myra had eventually returned home. She was only slightly intoxicated; but it was enough to make her feel the surge of emotions she had wanted to suppress. Although she never wanted to admit it; she hated that Rick was so keen to see Dianne. But she needed to let him do whatever the hell he wanted; she couldn't possibly stop him- she didn't own him.

"Well look who's finally home." Rick was smirking at her from the garage, "Not to brag, but I've totally scored myself a night of vigorous sexual activity with that Dianne chick tomorrow."

Myra stared at him for a moment, taking a long time to process the words that had exited his mouth. She didn't want to hear them, however and walked up to him, glancing at the crude contraption he was working on. She pressed her body against him as she reached over to grasp it off the bench.

"What's this?" She murmured, standing up straight and moving the warmth of her body away from his bony frame.

Rick looked distracted, "I-it's uh.. . a prototype for a-a-an energy conversion…"

Myra pressed her body against him again, cutting him off, and placed it back on the workbench, "The one we worked on last week was better." She glanced up into his eyes, before tearing herself away from him and walking over to the junk cabinet. She bent down from the waist as she rummaged through a box on the bottom shelf, making sure to wag her ass.

"W-what are you doing, Morty?" Rick asked, his tone was soft, somewhat confused.

She glanced up at him, "Getting the combustion…"

"No." Rick cut her off, shaking his head, "What are you doing?"

She stood up straight, the device they had made the previous week, in her hand. Myra wanted to feign innocence, wanted nothing more than to pretend she had no idea what he was talking about. But she knew that he could see right through her blatant attempts at tempting him.

"Y-you want to pick things up… where they were?" Rick asked, cocking his brow in confusion, "I-I'm not very good at all this hot-then-cold shit you're giving me."

Myra walked over to him, placing the contraption on the bench next to the one he was working on. She wound her arms around him, pulling him close, nudging him back against the workbench.

"Myra…" Rick breathed, his expression pained, hopeless.

She pressed her mouth to the nape of his neck, tracing his Adams apple with her tongue. He drew in a sharp breath, leaning even further back against the workbench.

Her hands tenderly started to lift the bottom of his shirt, and he obliged, lifting it over his head in one, swift motion. His eyes were ravenous as he glanced down at her, his hands starting to fumble with the buttons on her shirt impatiently.

Myra's hand rubbed gently against him. His belt was suddenly free, and his pants unzipped and before he could ask her how the hell she did anything; she pressed her mouth against his.

Rick let out a moan against her mouth, his hands winding around her head to draw her closer. She knew it had been an unspoken rule not to kiss, whenever things go hot and heavy between them; but damn it, she couldn't care less. She let her tongue explore his mouth, tasting him; feeling the warmth of his mouth against hers.

His hands were suddenly cupping her breasts, squeezing them; his callouses scraping against her flesh. Myra let out a moan, breaking away from their kiss to throw her head back slightly. Rick leant down, pressing his hot mouth against her neck, giving her flesh a nip.

She felt her whole body surge in excitement, and she dropped her pants to the floor, pressing her naked body against his.

"Get on the chair." Myra breathed against him, jerking her head in the direction of the armchair in the corner. It's limp, floral fabric certainly looked like it had seen better days; though it was by far one of the most comfortable items in the room.

Rick smirked down at her, flopping into the armchair. She straddled her legs across him, leaning down to graze his neck with her mouth once more.


It was short-lived; both of them had been far too pent up to hold back for too long.

They sat, panting for several moments, before she stood up and abruptly cleaned the mess . She could feel Rick's gaze upon her and she turned to look at him.

He was smiling at her, his hands resting behind his head, "I uh… guess I can call that pointless date off now. T-there's kind of no point If we're picking things back up.."

She felt herself frowning, "Don't be ludicrous." She said irritably and started to pull her clothes on.

Rick gave her a bewildered scowl, "W-what the fuck do you mean by that?"

"I'm saying go on your date; consider what we just did our last Harrah." She was feeling suddenly sour. "Our arrangement, although built on convenience is nothing more than that; convenient." Myra was avoiding his eyes, "We are simply friends…colleagues- whatever you want to call us. We were using our arrangement to get those primitive needs out of the way; needs we can just as easily use others for."

She glanced up and regretted it instantly. Rick's eyes were dark with anger, "I-is that what you fucking want?" He said, his tone tense, "To frolic around the extensive cock garden and find this 'release'?" he was scowling as he climbed to his feet, snatching his clothes off the floor, "Do you realise how fucking inconvenient all of t-this is going to be? For the both of us to have to go and find other people a-a-and then make them ready to sleep with us?"

She glared at him irritably, "It's better than the alternative."

Rick was in the middle of pulling his pants on, "Oh no! The alternative!" He snarled sarcastically in frustration, "W-w-what's that? T-that we continue to have fun? T-that it won't impede our work life in the slightest?" He zipped up his pants and pointed a finger accusingly at her, "Tell me w-what's so fucking terrible about all of that?"

"We were practically in a relationship!" Myra snapped, whirling around to glare at him.

"Oh no, not a-a-a relationship!" He snapped back sarcastically, "Perish the fucking thought." He frowned at her, "What's a relationship but the interaction/ friendship between individuals anyway, Morty?"

"I don't want to be trapped with you." Myra said, her throat seizing in emotion.

Rick gave her an odd expression; a mixture of hurt and anger, before he started towards the door. "Whatever. I-I don't need to deal with this shit or your pathetic insecurities. I'm going to go get a drink."

Myra listened as his footsteps faded towards the front door. He slammed the door as he left; she didn't doubt she had struck an emotional or ego chord with him. Now they were both free from the excuse of convenience; there was nothing getting in their way.

She slumped back against the workbench in confusion. Then why didn't she feel alleviated by the prospect? Why was she so regretful about it all?