hellllll yeah I'm posting this at work bc I didn't realize that I had forgotten to post this here. so yeah apparently pyrocynical saw this shit and slazo read it on pyros channel so yeah that was fucking crazy XD

Shifting in her bed, she felt around for a familiar body. She sleepily reached a hand behind her. But nothing was there. Slowly Morty sat up and rubbed her eyes. She turned to the side to find that Rick was gone. She expected that though.

'Oh god.' She grabbed the sides of her head.

Rick and her had kissed last night. She appreciated the events in a blushing daze. It wasn't a dream or a trick or some weird simulation or anything. He had really done it.

The corners of her mouth turned upwards.

It was so sudden, she didn't expect it, didn't even get a chance to stop his inebriated actions. Not that she wanted it to stop. Quite the opposite. She was disappointed when he gave into his stupor while he was on top of her.

It was maybe two or three minutes but it felt like it lasted longer. It was too good to be true, and as hard as it was for the teen to come to terms with it, it happened.

Her stomach began feeling weird and some of the same thoughts from last night popped up in her head.

'Why did he do that?' What was the gain? Sure Rick was a hell of a lot kinder when he was drunk but that? Rick kissed Morty on the forehead twice in the past, the brunette held onto those memories dearly.

It wasn't a kiss of platonism or from the other side of the spectrum, lust. It never got steamy or turned Morty on, because she wasn't prepared for it.

But it was amazing. His dry lips on her. How tightly he held her against himself. It really felt like he told her the truth when he said he missed her.

But the fact of the matter was he was drunk when he did it. Rarely was Rick fond of Morty when he was fully sober. It was like two people shared the same body, taking their turns fronting. As much as drunk Rick dotes on her, it never makes up for how rude sober Rick is.

That's what made her longing for him even more confusing. You can't be in love with just half of a personality. Yes, she loved the kiss, let it be clear that's an understatement, but a minute part of her told her it was dangerous to go any further down this path with him, for he would only hurt her more. Even though in all likelihood the intimacy was due to her Grandpas deliriousness.

The girl looked at her clock, not having gone off yet. It was 6:59 am.

She realized she was free to go to school today now that she was collarless.

'He was super drunk last night, it didn't mean anything.' She attempted to convince herself and got out of the bed.

The alarm went off for a split second before Morty was able to stop it.

Morticia pulled out the drawers of her dresser to put on her usual day clothes.

'But it was so deep.' She pulled on her yellow t-shirt.

She knew seeing him was going to be awkward. How does one go about talking to your grandparent about showing up in your bedroom in the middle of the night and making out with you? Morty groaned, she yanked up her pants and decided that she wouldn't bring it up directly and let the scientist kickoff that conversation.

In the kitchen, the girl was relieved to see that Rick wasn't there. She ate in a rush, wanting to go back upstairs and fix her hair into a braid and maybe put some makeup on. She was going to see Jessica today and needed to look her best, but with her parents and sister there it made it hard to excuse herself so quickly from the table.

According to the Smiths, excluding Morty, they had came down hard on Rick earlier that morning and set him straight. None of them went into much detail but the teen could imagine that it was similar and as one-sided as the interrogation that transpired a week ago before he ditched.

After about twenty minutes she made her way to the stairs. She passed by the garage with smaller step and listened. Catching clinks and clatters, she decided not to engage the man despite her curiosity and need for closure. There were more important things to be done.

She closed the bathroom door and kneeled down to open the cabinet under the sink. The brunette grabbed a colorful bag that read 'Summer' and poured its contents out on the counter. She was stunned. There were so many tubes and container. Morty knew what some of the stuff was, but for the most part, she had no names for it. She picked up a small bottle that was the same tone as her skin. Its label indicated it was foundation.

Hesitantly, she squirted the cream on her finger tip. Gazing at herself in the mirror, she dabbed the makeup on a pimple on the side of her nose. Almost magically the annoyance was invisible. Her eyes widened and she wasted no time squirting out more foundation and rubbing it all over her face.

Her skin was clear, or at least that's what the facade of the makeup portrayed.

'Jessica probably never needs to use foundation' She frowned a bit. 'Not with that skin.' Morty shook her head.

"Okay... w-what's next?" She muttered. A flat circular container caught her attention. Blush. With a brush, she dusted a rosé tint onto her cheeks and nose.

She glanced once more at her reflection. It was discomforting how different the blush made her look. She couldn't decide if she liked it or not yet, but she continued to the final stage; lip gloss.

She thought about trying lipstick but the over saturated colors intimidated her. Lucky for Morticia, Summer had a barely used tube of light pink gloss. After dragging the brush tip across her mouth a few times and rubbing her lips together.

For the last time she looked at her face in the mirror. She wasn't sure if she liked it. She definitely appeared more feminine but it didn't fit her in her mind. She sighed, hoping this would help her get in good with Jessica. She resigned and told herself it was fine as she braided her hair messily and adorned her pink headband.

Leaving the bathroom she went into her room and grabbed her backpack along with all of the ignored schoolwork. It was 7:30 and the bus came at 7:35. Running out the front door, she failed to notice the garage door was open. However she did hear her Grandfather call out for her.

"Mor-EUGH-ty!" The girl turned around. She flushed.

"Oh, h-hi Rick." Morty stayed in place, eyes down, sweaty fingers tangled together.

"I've been waiting for you Morty!" He shouted happily.

"Why?" She tilted her head.

"I'm t-taking you on a gr-great, I'm taking you on a great adventure." He walked towards her.

'He had said that.' She bit the inside of her cheek.

"U-Uh I don't know R-R-Rick, I've uh missed a lot of sc-school..." The girl looked off to the side and rubbed her arm.

"Morty, wh-what have I told you about school, not a pl-pl-place for smart people." He grabbed by her wrist relatively gently for him and pulled her to the ship. Morty broke his grasp. "Rick, n-no. I'm serious, I need to catch the b-bus." She began turning when the elder pressed on.

"Oh come-come on! You're t-telling me you'd r-rather be reading fuckin' A Tale of Two Separate Peaces by I-don't-fucking-kn-URP-ow-or-care-because-their-super-DEAD than do something that's worth wr-writing?"

He made a good point, but today was for her. "Not right now Rick..." She stepped away feeling slightly guilty for turning down her grandpa when he was in such a good mood.

"Oh my goooood. C'mon Mortyyy." He groaned,"You even look really nice today, I th-thought you got all dolled up for yours truly." His tone turned sweet, trying to bribe her with compliments.

'Woooow. He's really laying it on thick.' She thought to try and distract herself from the bubble reappearing in her bosom. It threatened to stop her. 'No, Jessica is waiting for me probably. I have my own life.'

"I-It's not for you. It's for Jessica!" Morticia called, not looking back.

"Morty..."

Oh God, he was begging. He sounded sincerely desperate, it was killing her. She faced him. The mans eyes were wide with hope, his hands put together.

He almost had her. Morty knew it, but she didn't want the cloud of what happened last night looming over her while Rick casually tried to make small talk.

"P-Please..." it was almost a whine. "Tisha."

He had her.

She tsk'd and exhaled,"...Okay, where are we going?" Morty guessed Jessica was going to have to take a raincheck. As she shuffled passed the scientist he grabbed the backpack from her shoulder and held it up in the air.

"YEAAAA BOI THERE SHE IS! R-RICK AND MORTY FOR-EUGH-EVER." Rick whooped and threw the bag in the saucer.

"Rick! Be careful with that!" She snapped and ran inside the vehicle after her belongings. Rick followed close behind.

He slammed the door and fell into the drivers seat. Morty clicked her seatbelt on.

The engine turned over and they were in the air in matter of seconds.

Rick fiddled with the radio trying to settle for a station that fit his mood. Morty slightly pouted to herself as she looked nonchalantly out the window. She let her slight temper cool down but it was quickly replaced by an awkward tenseness that Rick was oblivious to.

"Rick, y-y-you never answered me. Where are we g-going?"

"Th-That's the the fun part of this adventure, Morty. You get EUGH to decide."

She turned "... I-I get to decide?" Morty stuttered, a small grin hiding in the tone that Rick picked up on.

"Youuu heard m-me." He slurred . "Lay it on me, where'd'ja wanna go?"

"Uhhh" She grabbed her chin. "Oh gosh there's not many p-places I know." She glanced around the ship searching metaphorically for an answer.

"Well, do y-y-y-URP-you want to relax or something chill like that or-" he snickered a little. "-are you ready to get down and dirty?"

"What?" It was barely a wheeze. Morticia felt the memory of the previous evening squeeze her lungs. Her fingers dug deep into the seat, turning her knuckles white.

"Oh, y-you know what I'm talkin' about Morty."

The blood drained from the teens face and headed straight towards her crotch.

"D-d-do I?"

Rick set his eyes lazily on his granddaughter.

"What's that's s-supposed to mean?"

"Uh." Morticia gulped. "I mean..."

"I can see it in yo-URP-ur face... you doooo."

"N-no!" She flushed.

"How about Hackgroy's b-b-battle realm? You love that place! Is that down-n-dirty enough for you?"

"Oh my god that's what you mean!" Morty couldn't stop herself from exclaiming quietly with relief.

"What the f-f-fuck did you think I me-" Rick cut himself off and cocked his unibrow. "You're gross."

"Am not!" She fiddled with the end of her braid. It seemed he really didn't have any memory from last night or if he did, he wasn't letting anyone know. She tried to change the subject quickly, "Besides, I-I don't like Hackgroy's, you do."

"What?! I thought you h-had a blast last time!"

"You made me go on the opposite team and beheaded my leader in front of me then told me I-I was next."

"Haha! You're damn right I did, the only reason I spared you was because you pissed yourself. It was EUGH hilarious." He slapped his leg.

Morticia just rolled her eyes and shook her head.

A period of silence passed.

"So..." Rick started more soberly. "You got dressed up today for Jessica? Did you two have a date or something stupid like that?" He prodded her with his elbow.

"Jeez Rick don't sound so jealous. No, it's not like that. I-I just was really looking forward to seeing her." She looked down to her hands.

"Because you like EUGH her?"

"Yeah... She's so smart and nice and I really like her freckles, she's so beautiful." The teen said almost dreamily.

"Huh."

Morty looked out of the side of her eye. Rick looked... disheartened? Only slightly. If you didn't know him well you wouldn't have been able to tell.

"Rick? A-are you okay?" Was he going to bring it up? How he really feels? She was literally on the edge of her seat.

"What?" He snapped out of it. "Yeah, haha. I was just remembering... your grandmother." He was lying obviously.

"Didn't t-take you as the romantic type." The brunette joked awkwardly.

"I'm not." The leather of the steering wheel squeaked as he squeezed it. He sighed. "I know where we could go."

"Where?"

"I'd never thought I'd say this."

"Where?" He had piqued her interest.

"The worst place in the multiverse. Sapphorodite."

"Are you serious?!" Morticia's voice cracked loudly. "The center made by women for women who love women? They have the best junk ever!"

"Oh my god are you like totally stoked to go shopping at the mall?" Rick said in a monotone valley girl voice.

"You said you would never go there with me." Morty piped down.

Rick smiled, he was typing in the coordinates into his GPS,"Well I-I-I changed my mind. Maybe we'll get your makeup done better or buy you actual clothes. I figured it could be a short trip and you c-could still see Jessica later today. You have algebra in the afternoon right?"

"Rick, you're taking me to get a makeover!" Her voice slowly crescendoed as the sentence went on.

The scientist took a quick swig from his flask at this and hit the gas. "Don't make me regret this."

"I don't k-k-know Rick, isn't it a little too much?" Morty couldn't stop looking at herself in the car mirror.

"You're too much." Rick had sobered up quite a bit at this point however he found himself in a good mood for a majority of the adventure. "But you look great." He let his eyes rest on her for a few seconds.

She actually didn't look too much different from before the visit. But the look gave off a more confident vibe and was more professionally done. Her cheeks were rosier and her lips were neatly lined in a light pink lip paint, fitted with a dramatic smoky eye polished off with simple eyeliner and mascara.

Morticias' clothes weren't too fancy either. A modest blue skirt that cut off right above her knees. Tucked into it, A yellow top with no sleeves and a high neckline. Finally, her hair was tied into the same lose braid it had been in that morning with a pink hairband topping it off.

Not much different from before. But definitely different from how she usually looked.

His granddaughter noticed the stare.

"Y-You alright Rick?" She broke her gaze from herself.

"Y-yeah." He grunted a bit flustered looking back at the endless vacuum in front of him.

Morty may not have been the brightest tool in the coloring box but she knows when she's caught someone staring. And he had been staring all day, she only noticed it so early because of last night she checked his behavior very closely to see if he'd remembered anything or was actually interested in her.

The topic had been gripping her and she had wanted to bring it up so many times but it never felt right. However, as they neared their own arm of the galaxy their private time together ticked down. It seemed that this was as 'right' as it was going to be.

"Uhh, h-hey Rick..." She piped up. Well here goes nothing. "Do you r-remember last night?"

"Yeah, I remember getting home, from my , uh, break, And taking off your collar. I was pretty sloshed. Hehe." He laughed nonchalantly to himself.

"Yeah..." Morty trailed off not knowing how to bring up the next part. She looked the other way and scratched her heard. "R-Rick..."

"What?" He sounded a bit worried, making him reach for his flask. "W-What is it?"

Morty sighed out. "We... You kissed me l-last night." She couldn't believe she was really saying this. "Like on the lips. F-for a long time."

The old man almost comically choked on his drink.

Morty let herself continue. "It ended up with you passing out on top of me."

He was trying to speak but kept coughing. He put a hand to his face and dragged it down.

"Oh god Morty." Was the first thing he got out. "Oh my *cough* God. Shit."

"Rick are you okay?" The teen went to pat his back but he jerked away.

"Morty. I need you to forget about that." His tone changed. He was serious.

"But Rick-" she started.

"No 'but Rick'. I'm serious. I was stupid drunk. I'm probably going to erase that memory anyway and put it in the archive or b-better yet, just destroy it." He said with almost no stuttering.

"R-Rick! No!" She said quickly.

"It w-was a mistake Morticia, I need you to not see me that way." He floored the ship. "W-w-we're going home."

"Can't we t-talk about this?" She whined.

"Nothing to talk about." He said gruffly.

"Rick stop the ship."

He ignored her.

She growled, unbuckling her seatbelt and grabbed the steering wheel. "Rick stop the ship!"

He swerved and hit the brakes, Morty flew out of her seat and hit the dashboard. He unbuckled and hovered over her. "Fine! I-It's stopped! A-A-Are you fucking psycho Morty?!"

She stood up and took a few steps to stabilize herself. "Okay. C-Calm down. We can discuss this."

He grabbed the front of her top and yanked up, stitches popping in the arm opening. "Yeah, I think that possibility ended when you started manhandling the wheel of my ship."

"I-I-I'm s-sorry Rick." She grabbed the offending hand. "But p-please hear me out."

He shoved her back and let go of her shirt. "You know what? Shoot."

She stumbled back slightly. "Y-You liked it. I liked it! Maybe we-"

"No. Don't complete that thought." He closed his eyes and put his hand up. "You're a hormonal teenager and don't k-know what's good for you."

"I know you're good for me."
She whispered.

"You're just horny Morticia." He sighed. "I know it's confusing. I shouldn't h-h-have done what I did."

Morticia stepped closer. Rick slumped back in his chair. He felt her crawl into his lap. He didn't fight her, but also didn't expect her to be so forward.

She ran a hand through his hair. Her body was shaking with fear of her actions being rejected.

"I already make you stressed enough. The thing you need now the most is a normal teenage experience." He ran a thumb across her cheek.

"Since when have you c-cared about normal?" With that she closed the distance between them and pushed her tongue in his mouth with novice ability.

She felt him harden under her. He kissed back. Putting both of his hands on her hips, he ground himself up against her crotch.

The brunette hummed into his mouth. There was so much passion in Ricks movements, he almost seemed needy.

Suddenly, as if filled with a second wave of lust, he put his hands under her ass and stood up, laying her down on the dashboard.

The kiss intensified. The scientist rutted into her and she pushed back. She swore that she had him.

The younger one pulled away first for breath. A strand of saliva connected them. They both panted and stared at eachothers flushed faces. Both Rick and Mortys' mouths were smeared with lipstick.

Silence.

The teen tried to go in for another kiss but Rick stood up suddenly and sighed. He looked defeated.

"What?" Morty sat up slightly and pulled her legs up to her chest.

He grabbed her hand and pulled towards himself. "We're going home to erase the past 24 hours. Get off"

Morty's mouth dropped in dismay. "I c-can't believe it."

"Well you better." He grunted as he sat down, buckling back up.

"No." She hopped down. "No. You are not erasing my memory."

"Wanna bet?" He eased his foot onto the gas so Morty wouldn't trip.

"Y-You're not some sort of memory keeper. I get to choose what I want to forget. And I want to choose to r-remember how much of a selfish manipulating asshole you are." She sat in her seat and crossed her arms.

"Oh my god you're so dramatic."

"You know what? Yeah, yeah I am. And you're a creep. I bet you do things like th-th-this to me all the time and just fucking erase it when you're done." She sniffled slightly.

"Morty... you know I wouldn't do that." Rick put his ship in hyperspace.

"I don't care." Her voice broke a little bit more.

Before either of them knew it, they were entering Earths atmosphere.

"Take me to school." Rick looked over at the girl, her face red and wet.

"We have to go home-" he started.

"Take me to school." She punctuated the sentence by striking the console.

"Okay! Sh-sheesh."

Within minutes she found herself behind the Highschool in the parking lot.

She unbuckled the seaf belt, picking up her backpack and opened door. "Punk ass bitch." She whispered as she stepped outside.

"You little-" with that Rick already had his foot to the gas. The ship lurched forward, leaving Morticia sprawled out on the ground with scrapes on her knees and a hole in her skirt.

She stood up and found the ship was gone.

Tears ran freely down her face as she strode towards the entrance of the school. Morty wiped under her eyes to clean up the smeared mascara.

She pushed the door open and stopped with surprise.

It was Jessica.

"Morty, are you okay?" She asked.

The girl couldn't stop herself from breaking down into sobs.

so ya when is someone gonna do fanart of this fanfic? XD jkjk