A/N: I think I might be pushing the leg fetish a bit too much...
MadcapErikaSparkle: There are bits and chunks here and there about Grima and Naga, but this is more about Morgan and Morgan.
Morgan was trying his best, he really was. However, Severa proved an obstacle that he found nearly impossible to figure out. He never really was good at things like 'body language' and those subtle hints. He now wishes he spent some more time figuring those things out when he was younger. He always thought that getting a girlfriend would be easy… or maybe she is just out of his league? He thought he almost had her, but then that issue with 'being too perfect' came up and he was almost right back on square one. Why did she have a problem with people learning things easily? He practices daily like everyone else.
Maybe he was just being driven by his other head, but he really wanted to be with Severa. He really likes Severa, he likes how hard she works towards the physical-related activities that pepper this college. He likes her dedication, he likes how she just speaks her mind… assuming she isn't mumbling it. He can see her being someone he would spend many days with. So he refuses to give up, he'll learn, it'll just take time. There is a complication, however, as another thing that takes time is his work. Which is why he isn't at the tracks right now, and is at his desk at his apartment, doing homework and studying… instead of training for the next game of whatever sport coming next. Which also means he can't see Severa's legs in full glory.
His head meets the desk a moment later, as he concludes that he does, in fact, have a fetish for legs. He also has a hard time not thinking about her. How her skin probably feels, how much her rare smiles bring his own smile out, what it would feel like to run his hands along her legs… It always comes back to the legs, doesn't it? Unfortunately, his thoughts bring about another problem, this time it's between his own legs. "Gods, save me." He should probably take care of it, then maybe he can focus on his work again. Pushing his chair away from his desk, he loosens his shorts and reaches down to relieve the tension. "Haah… Severa." He shamelessly moans out as he strokes himself.
And, of course, the gods deemed this moment the perfect time for someone to knock on his door. His head meets the desk once more and he groans, he decides to just pretend he isn't… "I know you're in there, Morgan!" It just had to be Severa. "Open up!"
"Hold on!" Removing his hand, then tightening his shorts enough as to restrict most movement, he goes towards the door. Unfortunately, the limited area in his shorts made the problem worse, since his member is now rubbing quite intensely against the cloth. Steeling himself for the worse, he opens the door and pokes his head around the edge, "Hello, Severa." Eyes up, he keeps thinking to himself, focus on her face, not the… nope, not even going to name them.
"I, uh, do you have a moment?"
"Of course!" He replies without thinking about it, "What did you need?" The door opens more, but he keeps his lower half hidden.
"I… wanted to apologize for that a few days ago." She says in such a low tone that he almost missed it completely, "It's just, my mother is literally perfect in every way, she could try something she never done before, and instantly be great at it. While I have to train my ass off to get the same results." She let herself in and walks into the main room, he closes the door and follows.
"Not everything comes to me that easily." He says as he takes a seat in his most used chair, which allows him the reprieve of sinking into the cushion. He resists the urge to cross his legs, lest he make himself look suspicious. It would help if his own thighs weren't gently rubbing on his length.
Severa takes a seat next, before looking away for a moment with her legs… no! Focus! "So yea, that's it, really."
"You aren't mad at me, right?" He leans forward slightly, which he instantly regrets.
She glances at him, "No, of course not, dummy." She then adds under her breath, "I'm not used to people being so nice to me. They usually avoid me." She takes a breath, "Would you like to do… something later? Just you and me?"
Oh, that wording definitely did not help him. "Like… a date?"
"I-I didn't say that! I just meant," Her face flushes and she seems unable to 'amend' her statement.
"How about dinner, then?" He offers, "Uh, just not that one restaurant again."
She flashes him a smile, before it turns right back into a frown, "Alright, meet me at my place, then." With that, she gets up. "I'll see you then."
He also gets up, once again without thinking, "Sure thing," He pauses at her expression… oh.
Severa immediately looks away, her face instantly red, "What is wrong with you?!" He was going to try and explain, but it would probably be a bad idea to let her know why his member is stiff, "...pervert." She mutters. "Men, thinking more about getting into a woman's pants rather then what they actually want."
"I couldn't help it…" Yet another action without thinking it out. Gods, focus! "It was just bad timing, that's all. Funny, right? It just sorta got there and then you actually came here and…"
His words were cut short with a slap. "You were… gods. How do you view me?" Her face is still flushed an intense red, but he can't tell why now… it's probably more from anger right now.
"Gods, I just ruined it… alright, Severa. I would like to think of you much more than just a friend." He looks away, "Go ahead, call me a pervert, I get that you probably don't want to be…"
"How long did it take you to figure that out?!" Her frown is there, but it is lacking a lot of the bite from earlier, "I swear, you're the densest guy ever, I tried being really obvious, but nothing ever seemed to stick."
He tilts his head, "You… oh."
"Yea, 'oh'. There, now it's clear as day, isn't it." She looks away once more, "I'll see you tonight, then."
"You bet!" He exclaims as she walks out. A huge smile forms, now, that leaves one very agitated thing to tend to… After his door closes and he makes sure it's locked, he goes back to the spot Severa sat in. "Gods, that was so embarrassing, but now that I have a moment…" He undoes the tightened string and reaches down once more, before leaning back. "Haah, gods… Severa." He moans out as he finds a tempo. He shamelessly bucks his hips as he imagines her. What she'll smell like, her flush, how she'll sound…
He climaxes as he imagines her legs, what they'll feel like. He heaves a breath, before cleaning himself off.
Morgan was trying her best, she really was. However, despite Miss Tiki's advice, she found it hard to simply shrug off people's requests for help. Her father always found time to help, and she strived for the same. Chrom too, despite his princely duties, also managed to help each and every person that he was able to. Did they ever have it this hard? Her grades have slipped from the perfect 100's to averaging at 90. She simply couldn't just not sleep as little as she was. A few times she tried to gently deflect the impending 'mind showing me how to do this' with a 'I'm actually really busy', but then that person would basically guilt her into doing it, 'it won't take long'. Which is why, today during break, her head is all but glued to the table, she is hoping to fade from the world for just a few extra minutes of rest. It's a bad situation when the area around her is noisy, but she's too tired to let it bother her.
However, that doesn't mean she can simply ignore the person sitting just a bit too close to her, who is obviously waiting for her to notice him. "Yes?" She finally gives in… then he doesn't even respond. "Come on, what do you want?"
"...huh?" The man's clothes consist of that safety garb that people use at night, with the reflective tape. On top of that, there are a number of lights peppered across it… not to mention the pans hanging from his person. "You can… see me?"
"...I don't have time for this." She drops her head back onto the table, and that same second, he was already gone. Maybe she's just so tired that she is hallucinating? It seems like the most probable answer.
"Ah, Morgan. Just the person Gregor looks for."
...Even Miss Tiki's warning wasn't enough to keep him away? "Busy." She mutters into the table.
"It take just tiny moment."
"The last time you said that, I spent over an hour with you, before getting roped into helping one of your friends. Pass." It hurt her to sound so aggressive, but she is so tired.
For a moment, she thought he left, considering how he made no other sound. "You simply make excuse."
She rounds her head on him, "You wouldn't even need help if you stopped skimping on your studies to flex your muscles! Gods only know how someone like you is even still here. What's your average? Mid C? At best?"
He furrows his brows, "Little girl never declined help before, why now?"
She would have responded, had another person not tapped the man on his shoulder, "You know, when someone says 'no' a reasonable human would acknowledge that." It's… Morgan. "Stop pestering her, she said no."
"This between me and girl." Gregor turned back to her… only for the small framed boy to yank him backwards hard enough to cause him to stumble.
"My father found more time to study than you did, 'boy', and the only one better than him in sports is the Walhart." Other Morgan is now standing between her and Gregor.
"This not concern you!"
Gregor attempts to push him out of the way, but another pair of hands pulls him back, "You aren't worth his time, nor mine." Lon'qu steps in, "Morgan is my rival, I won't let some subpar athlete compete with him. He is offering you a mercy, I suggest you take it."
All the while, Morgan's eyes dart from other Morgan, to Lon'qu, to Gregor. Were those two really standing up for her? "Hey, you alright?" Other Morgan turns to her.
"...Yea." She hesitantly replies, "Tired, but okay." He smiles as Lon'qu successfully manages to send the clearly stronger looking man away. "Um, thank you."
"Not a problem!"
The other man stays silent, in addition to being several more inches further, "And you too, mister Lon'qu."
She takes a single step forwards… "Keep your distance!" Morgan startles at the sudden outburst.
"He's has had a terrible experience when he was young. It's nothing against you, Morgan." Other Morgan supplies.
"Oh, sorry mister Lon'qu." She takes her step back. "Wait, I thought you two were…"
Other Morgan chuckles, "We're rivals, not enemies. I hold him in high regards, we've found time to talk."
"Few bonds are stronger than ones forged on the field." Lon'qu adds. "I respect Morgan, he's the best the Grimleal Dragons have to offer."
"And he's the best the Regna Wolves have." For a moment the tense air between the two rivals fades… "But I can still kick your ass in most sports."
"Perhaps if I were half-asleep." He counters as a small smile forms.
The two laugh, "I'll see you later, then." Other Morgan waves.
"...You too." A moment passes, "Uh, wait!" She calls out as the two started walking, "I might have… forgotten to follow up with that talk I wanted to have."
"Hm? Oh…" Other Morgan sheepishly smiles, "Me too." He then spares a glance at Lon'qu, "Maybe later, yeah?"
"Hmph." He shrugs it off, before walking away.
"So…" Other Morgan starts.
Why was she suddenly having so much trouble talking? "You're… fit." Oh, if only her father saw her now.
"And you're smart." He doesn't seem much better off. "You came from Ylissean High?"
She nods, "And you came from Grimleal High." A sudden chill passes by her, his high school houses the opposite to Naga… Grima. But, other Morgan doesn't act 'bad'.
"Yep, best school if you're looking for athletics." He proudly states.
"And mine if academics are your goal for high school." It dawns on Morgan on how similar things are, if only for a few differences, maybe… "Is your father's name Robin?"
He gives her a strange look, "The Vaike. My mother's name is Robin Reflet."
"...My father's name is Robin Reflet." The two simply stare at each other for a moment. It's like she's looking at a mirror image of herself, were she a he. "Uh…"
"You worship Naga?" He abruptly asks.
"Not strictly, but yes. Father is far more religious than Mother and me. You?"
"Nah, Naga worship is forbidden in Plegia. 'We' pray for Grimleal." He adds air quotes, "Only Mother is deep into that…" He trails off for a moment, "And Uncle Validar."
"And there's nothing against talking to one who prays to Naga?"
"It's… complicated, but I'm not heavy into worship, so it's all good." He suddenly seems uncomfortable, "Could we not talk about religion? I don't see a point in it. Gods don't exist and if they did, they are rather lazy."
His words say one thing, but his body language is another. No, this is something beyond simply a preference. "Sorry, I should have been more considerate."
"Right… so, were there any prominent athletes in your high school?" Other Morgan suddenly seems far more confident.
She fears something may have happened to him, "A few stand out, but the best one is Mrs. Cordelia, she graduated quite a while ago."
"She's the mother of Severa." He states.
"...I knew she was married, but I didn't know she had a child."
"Blunt, hard-working, really long twin-pigtails, red hair, exquisite leg…" He stops himself as an intense blush forms, "legendary work ethic."
Oh, so he likes her. "I think I've seen her."
"She's in Say'ri's and Yen'fay's class."
"Oh…" Now that he mentions it… "Have you ever read any of Henry's works? He graduated from Grimleal High."
"Who?" He asks in such an oblivious manner that it makes her want to face palm. How does he not know of Grimleal's best scholar?! "Oh wait, that guy with the creepy laugh."
...Yeah, 'that guy'. "I wouldn't know about his laugh. I only know him through his books."
"Actually, now that you mention it, I think there was some math book with his name on it."
"...He is proficient in Science."
"Oh." He shrugs it off.
"HEY!" Other Morgan jumps in place as someone calls him out, "Where have you been!?"
A woman with red hair… "Hello, Miss Severa." Morgan smiles.
"Why are you talking to her?" She practically demands out of other Morgan, "I thought you didn't like her?"
"We're just cha…"
"I'm asking him." Oh wow, blunt? More like rude. "Well?"
Yet, he shrugs it off, too, like he's used to this, "Just chatting. It's really weird how much we have in common and…"
Morgan actually did face palm, he could have worded that much better. "So you do like her!?" She is understandably angry now.
"What? No, I meant… uh." Other Morgan scratches his head.
"We both have a parent named Robin Reflet, both of our names is Morgan Reflet, we're both prodigies in…"
"Oh sure, flaunt that part around to, why don't you?" This time, other Morgan face palmed.
"So, you're Mrs. Cordelia's daughter?"
"Shh!" Other Morgan shushes her.
Yet, before she could ask, "Of course that's the only way anyone knows about me." Oh wow, she has a lot of little 'triggers'. "We're leaving, and you owe me for this." She shoots a look at other Morgan. Other Morgan mouths 'thanks a lot', as he follows Severa.
...That could have gone much better.