Morgan pulled into Greg's driveway and shut off the car. She looked left and then right over each shoulder, but she didn't see Nick's car, or any cars she recognized. "Great," she thought without enthusiasm, "I'm the first one here." She debated with herself how long she could stay in her car without Greg noticing through his front window. As much as she wanted to go in and see Greg, she was tired of the elephant in the room.
She and Greg had become so much closer lately, but it only translated into a close friendship. Inside Morgan was extremely frustrated. Whenever she was around Greg, her body practically cried out in frustration. There were only so many breakfasts, movie nights and new bars to check out with him. It seemed like they had friend zoned each other. Sometimes she was sure Greg had feelings for her, other times, he acted like a good friend and nothing more. Now, it seemed like it was too late for either one to say anything. So they just hung out together, trying to ignore whatever was or should be going on between the two of them. It had been happening more and more lately. Morgan sighed. At night she had lain awake, trying to come up with the right words to ask Greg if he saw her in more than a platonic light. During the day, she couldn't make herself say the words. Working together made things so much more awkward. She knew that soon she couldn't take it any more and would start declining invites to go out with him, causing an irreparable rift in their friendship, leading to an awkward and uncomfortable work environment.
All of this had started a few months ago. Greg and Morgan had been called to investigate a suspicious death of an elderly man. He had been found face down in his living room, a single wound to his head. It seemed like the old man had simply fallen, hitting his head on a nearby coffee table on the way down. He had then succumbed to to his injuries. But there had been a rash of robberies in the area recently. Homicide had to be ruled out to ensure the robber was not escalating.
At the scene, Officer Mitchell greeted them with the only details he was able to provide. "Deceased Male; Robert Andrews, 77 years old. He has no kids, has never been married and the only next of kin we could find was a telephone number to his place of employment. We're working on getting in touch with someone now."
"Who found him?" Asked Greg.
"He got his prescription pills delivered to his house every two weeks. The pharmacy delivery man said that Mr. Andrews always answered the door and they had a nice little chat for about ten minutes. The deliveryman went to drop off the pills as usual this morning. He knew something wasn't right and asked for police to perform a welfare check." Officer Mitchell looked at Morgan with sad eyes. "I don't know if we are dealing with a recluse or someone who was ill and just didn't get out much. I'll keep looking for more information." He wandered off back to his patrol car as Greg and Morgan entered the house.
The duo said hello to David, who was just finishing up with the body. After the preliminar and perimeter examination, the two met back in the living room to hear what Officer Mitchell had discovered about Mr. Andrews.
"Mr Andrews was a corporate banker who had retired about a year ago. According to the administrative assistant who called me back, he was basically married to his work" Officer Mitchell looked around. "Judging from the amount of Economic and Banking magazines around the house, it seems like he was still working. The secretary said he still came in on occasion to say hello to everyone."
With that news, Greg and Morgan continued to process the scene. In the end, finding nothing to indicate a crime had taken place. The evidence pointed to the man tripping over one of his slippers and hitting his head on the coffee table when he fell.
As Greg and Morgan loaded the evidence in the Denali, they were both lost in their own thoughts. The ride back to headquarters stared out quietly. Morgan broke the silence first.
"That poor man," she mused quietly. "There are no friends or family to grieve him, just some people from work. He gave his entire life to his company."
"You know," said Greg quietly. "Sometimes I feel I'm heading in that direction. Do you know how much overtime I've pulled in lately, just because they asked? I had nothing else to do. It's more pleasant than rattling around by myself in my house. I am beginning to see how this guy maybe didn't set out to be a workaholic. The lonelier you get, the more you work and before you know it. life's over."
"I've been thinking about getting a cat." Replied Morgan, looking at Greg. "It would be nice to have someone greet me at home. I only moved here a few years ago. I came here at an age where people my age are having kids and are not looking to make new friends or don't have the time to put into a friendship right now." She paused, looking over at Greg. " What happened to your friends? I've heard you were quite the party animal in your younger years." She gave Greg a flirty smirk.
Greg sighed. Lately, he had been thinking a lot about his friends. "I think it was a combination of a few things. Most of my friends grew up, got married and had babies. They're family men and go on vacations with their wives and kids now. No more backpacking trips to exotic locations with me. Also, after a run of really, really bad luck with woman, it kind of made me a little more hesitant to get out there. My judgement has been slipping as of late. I had that date with a woman I thought was a teacher and she ended up being a serial killer. Then I had something nice with Alison and she was killed coming back to see me." Greg kept his eyes on the road, trying not to let Morgan see the vulnerability lurking beneath the surface.
Morgan felt bad for bringing up those memories. Greg was a great guy who didn't deserve what had happened to him. It wasn't his fault he was targeted by that woman. As for Alison, while it had only been a fling, it had the potential to become more. The"what if" must be haunting him.
Morgan picked at the hem of her t-shirt as she spoke. "Well, what can we do so that we don't end up like Mr. Andrew? I'd love to get out more, but it is just as lonely going to the movies alone as it is staying at home. After you've seen the movie, there's still nobody with you to talk to about the movie or ask you if you liked it."
Greg looked over at Morgan, nodding his head. This is your chance to offer to take Morgan out, away from work. He thought to himself. Go for it. Greg took a deep breath and said, "So both of us just rattle around in our own houses, afraid to go out solo. Lets try to get out together sometime. It doesn't have to be anything big. Just try to get out of our houses and do something social." He tried not to hold his breath, waiting for a response.
"There is this new brunch restaurant that opened up a little while ago." Morgan mused. "I really want to try it out. I 'd suggested it once when a few of us went out after shift a couple of weeks ago, but I got outvoted for the diner. Do you want to go there today after shift?" She had butterflies in her stomach as she said it. It's one thing to vaguely suggest something and it's another thing to actually follow through. Did Greg want to follow through with spending more time with her?
Wow, spending time with Morgan was as easy as that? Greg thought inwardly. "Sure." He replied easily. "I can eat anywhere."
And that's how it started. Morgan and Greg would go out for the occasional breakfast after shift. They'd even taken in a movie once. Finn and Nick accompanied the two of them to a new Barbecue restaurant on a Saturday night and even Sara joined the two of them at Greg's one night for a forensics documentary. But, mostly, it was the two of them. The duo would go out for breakfast once a week while also making plans to see each other once on the weekend. Greg was very happy with their arrangement. Heck, he was just happy to get to spend time with Morgan. In theory, he'd like it to be more. However, her father, the Sheriff of Las Vegas may not be as agreeable. While Ecklie had mellowed somewhat in his later years, he was still a foreboding man. Another issue was that he never quite knew where he stood with the beautiful CSI. Sure they'd flirted, and sometimes he though that she was telling him that she wanted more. But without being sure, he just couldn't make himself to make any sort of romantic overture. So he was happy to be her companion and maybe something would happen between the two. However, if his late night thoughts were any indication of his real desires, he really, really wanted something more with her.
Back in the driveway of Greg's house,Morgan sighed again, glancing over to the passenger side of the car. The cheesecake she'd made to celebrate Nick's move to San Diego was starting to show signs of getting warm. She'd spent the better part of the morning working on it, including decorating it with dollops of chocolate ganache and chocolate chips. "It's just Greg." She said aloud as she made a motion to grab her cheesecake.
She walked slowly to the door and gave a quick rap on the door. Greg answered the door almost immediately after she knocked. He took in the sight of her casually dressed in a low cut red tank top, the sexiness offset by a pair of black Bermuda shorts and flat black sandals. She looked amazing, but she looked fabulous no matter what she wore. He greeted her with a smile that made her weak in the knees. She gave him a weak smile back.
"I brought the cheesecake."She said feebly, raising her arms, showing him the cheesecake.
"Wow, Morgan. That looks really great. Did you make this yourself?" Greg raised his eyebrows as he opened the door to invite her in.
"Yeah." She said, modestly. "I enjoy baking, but baking for one is not that fun."
"Well, I have to confess, I didn't do much by hand for Nick's going away party. I worked late this morning after shift, finishing up some paperwork. So basically just bought everything pre-made." He took the cheesecake from her and motioned for her to follow him into the kitchen.
"You should have texted me, I would have helped you." Morgan said sincerely.
"Thanks, but I just bought it all." Said Greg, moving towards the fridge. "Do you want a beer?"
"I'd love one, thanks." Morgan started to feel more at ease again as she leaned against Greg's kitchen island.
Greg popped the cap off and handed it to Morgan. He came over and leaned against the island beside her. "It's going to be a tough night, I think. We're all going to find it hard to say goodbye to Nick." He stared straight ahead at the stove.
Moran reached her hand to Greg's upper arm and gave his bicep a quick rub. "It will be especially tough for you and Sara."
He nodded and smiled down at Morgan.
*******
Outside of Greg's modern one story house, Nick had just arrived. Sara and Finn had pulled up seconds later in Sara's Prius. The three piled out of the car, eager to start having some fun.
"Looks like Morgan is the first one here." Said Nick gesturing to Morgan's sporty blue sports car.
"Did she just get here, or has she been here all day?" Asked Finn, wiggling her eyebrows. "I still suspect there's something going on between the two of them."
"Nah, there's nothing going on between the two of them." Nick turned to face the two girls. "Greg would have at least mentioned he was dating someone. I was needling him a bit last week about getting back in the dating scene and he just brushed me off."
"Well, I know for sure that they've gone to see at least one movie by themselves." Sara volunteered. "Morgan mentioned that she'd seen this one movie with a friend." Sara raised her hands to do air quotes around 'with a friend.' I didn't get a chance to push it, but the look on her face made me think that it was more than a friend. Then later that night, Greg mentioned he'd seen the same movie 'with a friend'.
Finn raised her eyebrows at Sara's revelation. "I also overheard the two of them making breakfast plans after shift. Just the two of them." She emphasized the word two as she put her hands on her hips. "They're not flirting nearly as much anymore. I think they've been dating for a while now. They are just comfortable around each other."
"Okay you two." Said Nick, putting his hands on his hips. "We're all CSI's here. We should be able to find some evidence over the course of the evening that settles this."
"You have your 'I have an idea' face on." Smiled Sara. "What is your idea?"
"I'll bet you ladies 20 bucks each that there's nothing going on. If any of the three of us find evidence that Morgan and Greg are more than friends. I'll pay both of you twenty dollars. But if by the end of the night, if you two ladies don't come up with some concrete evidence, I'm forty dollars richer." Nick raised his eyebrows expectantly.
"Deal" Said Finn instantly. She held out her hand to shake Nick's. Sara laughed and shook Nick's hand as well.
"I'll look around the bathroom and see if I can find any distinctly female items there." Sara turned to Finn as the three started to make their way up the driveway.
"I'll ask some nosy questions. I'm good at that." Volunteered Finn. Nick walked a few paces in front of the ladies and placed his hand on the hood of Morgan's car.
"Engine's still warm ladies. Morgan hasn't been here long." Nick gave the two ladies an 'I told you so' look. "I think I'll be forty dollars richer for my drive to San Diego."
The party was in full swing. Doc Robbins, Russell, Hodges, and Henry had all been able to make the party. It was always a good time when the co-workers socialized outside of the office. Having been working together for so long, it felt almost like a family gathering. Typical of any gathering, multiple conversations about both the interesting and mundane were floating throughout the house.
Sara and Finn were inside, sitting on Greg's black leather couch comparing notes.
"I've been in the bathroom and took a good look around. There is nothing at all to indicate a female's touch. Not even any fancy soap." Sara shook her head. "But I know Greg has an en suite bathroom and that's where stuff would be if I had to guess. I also peeked down the hallway, but all of the doors were shut. So I didn't see any ladies clothes or stuff."
"I've seen no evidence of any of Morgan's influence around here either." She glanced around Greg's tastefully decorated apartment. The taupe walls had framed photographs of Old Las Vegas hotels and casinos. There were two large display cases flanking the large screen television facing the couch. The cases were filled with rare Las Vegas memorabilia and other mob collectibles that Greg had acquired over the years.
Just then Morgan walked over to sit with them. "I'm coming in for some girl talk." she said, sitting in the armchair next to Sara. "They guys are outside barbecuing and talking classic cars."
Finn smiled at the blond. "So, I haven't worked with you much lately. Anything new with you?"
Morgan knew Finn could be a bit of a gossip, so she carefully worded her answer away from what she knew Finn was really asking."I've actually started training for a half marathon." She said. While it was the truth, she also knew that it wasn't what Finn wanted to hear.
"I meant are you seeing anyone lately? I could have sworn I heard you making plans over the phone for a hot breakfast date a week ago." Finn leaned forward.
No wonder Finn gave Hodges a run for the Office Gossip title. Nothing sneaks past her thought Morgan. "Oh, that was just Greg. He made me a bet at a crime scene and he lost. He had to buy me breakfast." Morgan hedged. Sometimes the CSI's made silly bets at crime scenes, but would Finn buy it?
"How often have you two been going for breakfast lately? I'm not getting any invites. Is there something going on between the two of you?" Finn pushed.
Sarah gave a small chuckle. Finn was never one to tiptoe around a subject.
Morgan's eyes widened. "No. Maybe it just seems that way."
"Why aren't you dating him? He's a great guy?"
Morgan's mouth opened and closed in shock. She really didn't know how to reply to Finn's latest question. She rapidly searched for something to say. She looked at Sara's open face. She thought that Sara's history with Grissom may provide a sympathetic alibi.
"Dating someone you work with isn't the best idea. What I heard, it didn't work out between you and Grissom. I'd just hate for things to become awkward at work." In her heart, Morgan knew, sooner or later hers and Greg's interactions at work would become awkward if the current stalemate didn't change.
"You can't blame our divorce on working together." Said Sara. "In fact, maybe if we were both in the same city for longer periods of time, we wouldn't have gotten divorced. But life goes on."
Meanwhile at the barbecue, Nick was similarly interrogating Greg. He noticed Greg watching Morgan as she wandered into the house. "Like what you see?" He asked, raising his eyebrows at Greg.
Greg turned his attention back to the burgers on the barbecue. "Did you know that one of the first things she ever said to me was, 'Is Nick single'?" Greg knew where Nick was going and tried to deflect the conversation.
Nick laughed, "Come on, man. I'm leaving tomorrow morning. At least fill me in if you two are dating before I go."
Greg flipped the burgers buying himself some time. "There's nothing going on between us, and nothing has ever happened." He shrugged his shoulders. "I'd resigned myself to that fact a long time ago."
"Ah, that's tough man." Nick patted Greg on the back. "Have you ever asked her out on an actual date though?"
"Nah, I don't want it to get all weird. " Greg took a swig of his beer and turned to face Nick. "Plus the whole Sheriff's daughter thing is a bit intimidating."
Nick laughed again as he drained the last of his beer from the bottle. "Man, fifteen years ago, you would have been all over her- regardless of who her dad was. I'm going in to get another beer. Do you want me to bring you one?"
"I'm good for now." Replied Greg.
Once inside Nick found the three girls conversing about lost loves. "Hey Ladies, anyone need a cold one while I"m here?" He asked as he walked to the refrigerator.
"I'm good, but I am going to go to the washroom for a second. Excuse me." Morgan got up and walked to the bathroom. She was still feeling a little unsettled from her talk with the ladies. It was an uncomfortable enough situation for herself, but if people started playing matchmaker at work, it could get really bad.
"I'll have one!" Nodded Finn enthusiastically. She was never one to turn down alcohol. Nick watched Morgan work her way to the washroom and made a beeline for her vacant seat.
"Okay ladies, you each owe me 20 dollars. I even asked Greg directly. Nothing is going on. Did you find any evidence to contradict me?"
"I'm not quite convinced yet." Said Finn. "If the are dating in secret, they're not going to do something stupid to give it away. I still need some time. Anyway, here comes Morgan back."
The three turned to face Morgan, in time to see her sneak a peek at Greg at the Barbecue as she walked back to the couch.
It was late evening and most of the party guests had made their way home. The remaining CSI's weren't ready to call it a night yet. Greg, Morgan, Sarah, Finn and Nick sat outside on Greg's patio enjoying the warm desert night and one last drink with Nick. They had dragged the chairs in a circle on the wooden deck,
As per usual, the conversation turned towards old cases, good times and even better stories. Morgan and Finn hadn't been hired yet and both delighted in the antics of their colleagues in their younger years.
Whenever the CSI's would get together drinking, the group loved telling embarrassing stories. One of the favouite stories was Greg wearing a showgirls headdress, dancing manically in the hallway. "I hear this story often." Laughed Morgan, "I just wish there was a video of it."
"I'm not!" Replied Greg laughing along. "There were a lot of things I did in the DNA lab that I'm glad there is no record of."
"Just thank your lucky stars that Ecklie didn't choose that minute to come walking down the hall. Your career as a CSI would have never even gotten off the ground." Nick winked at Morgan. "You dad used to be a real hard ass on us. He was not particularly fond of Greg with the wild hair, rock music and just generally being a young punk."
Morgan sat up in her chair, leaning towards Nick and Greg. "I was a bit of a wild child myself. Greg and I would have probably got along just great."
Sitting across from Morgan, Sara chimed in. "You know what? I'll bet, Sheriff or not, Greg would have totally asked you out if he'd come across you back then. He was a bit of a womanizer back in the day."
"I was not!" exclaimed Greg, holding his hand up in self defense. Sarah and Nick said nothing, just looked at him.
"Okay, fine, I liked the ladies." Greg smiled and took a sip of beer.
"Would you have gone out with a wild Greg back in the day?" Asked Finn, sensing she could wrangle a little bit of Morgan's personal feelings out of her.
"You know, I was a teenager, had daddy issues and my parents were getting divorced. I would have gone for Bad Boy Greg in a heartbeat, even if was just to piss my dad off." Morgan looked over at Greg, giving him a sexy smile.
Greg returned the smile before remembering that there were three other people on the patio with Morgan.
"Yeah, bad boy Greg has been MIA for a long time now. Whatever happened to him?" inquired Nick.
"Well, I knew I had to get my act together if I wanted to stay in the field, and I guess I just grew up. It's hard to find time to date lots of ladies when you're working six or seven days a week." Greg answered, shrugging his shoulders.
"I couldn't agree more." Said Nick. "It's hard to hold a relationship down when you work in law enforcement, especially the night shift."
"Wait a minute," Said Sara, jumping into the conversation. "This is coming from someone who always seems to be dating two people at one time."
"I can find ladies to date, I just can't find one to keep. Maybe I'll have more luck in San Diego." Shrugged Nick. "Finn seems to be doing quite well for herself." He countered.
"I do just fine." Said Finn haughtily. "What about you, Morgan? I haven't seen Yeager sniffing around you lately. Did that fizzle out?"
Greg's ears perked up. Morgan had actually gone out on a date with Yeager from day shift? She certainly hadn't mentioned it to Greg. He looked over at Morgan who had just taken a swig of beer when asked the question. She coughed into the bottle, and sputtered a bit before answering.
"Yeager is not my cup of tea, never has been. He did not ask me out and I did not go on any dates with him." Really, Yeager? Thought Morgan. No wonder Greg wouldn't go near her if he thought she was dating Yeager/ While Yeager turned out to be a half decent partner when she had been forced to work with him, it was nothing near as fun as when she worked with Greg. "Besides, I really don't want to be known for dating my way through the male CSIs in our office. That really doesn't make for a strong work oriented impression." Morgan grinned to herself as she snuck a peek at the one CSI she'd be willing to break her rule for. Greg was watching her, face unreadable. Shoot, she hoped he didn't interpret what she said as a reason she wasn't dating him. "I mean you can't help who you fall in love with, but dating multiple people in your own office building is just weird. I know that some people are scared off by my dad but he just wants me to be happy and give him a grandchild." Morgan realized she was starting to babble and stopped talking suddenly.
"Well, there you go Greg!" Exclaimed Nick, jumping on the opportunity to have a little fun with the younger CSI before he left. He gestured towards Morgan. "Start dating Morgan. You can make sure Eclkie gets that grandchild and you'd be a cinch for the Assistant Lab Director Position." He wagged his eyes at Greg. Ears turning slightly red, Greg laughed along, but truthfully it would be a wonderful scenario.
Finn, who had been drinking more than the rest piped up. "I always wondered why the two of you never got together. You would be great together. Come on, tell us the truth, have you two ever hooked up?"
Without looking at each other both shook their heads.
"Kissed?" shouted Finn, punctuating the air with her pointed finger.
"Gone out on a real date?" she finished up, slinking back in her chair a little as Greg and Morgan shook their heads again. "Boo." she said, pretending to sulk. "I guess it is time to pay Nick." She and Sara both reached for their wallets.
"What are you doing? Why are you giving Nick money?" Asked Morgan, sitting straighter in her chair. She looked at Sara who was a designated driver and still sober. She knew she wasn't getting a straight answer out of a visibly drunk Finn.
"We thought you and Greg were secretly dating. Nick didn't think so. So we made a bet. Apparently we lost." Sara shrugged her shoulders as Nick walked over to gleefully take a twenty dollar bill from her outstretched hand.
Shortly after the revelation about the bet, Nick announced he really had to go if he was going to be on the road early the next day. The five of them slowly made their way through the house, into the front yard, It was then, the tears started to fall. Sara, first and then Morgan followed. When they all reached the car, everyone took turns giving Nick one last hug. Sara and Greg held on especially tightly to Nick. The three had been close for over fifteen years and they felt like they were a family was breaking apart. While Morgan didn't know Nick for as long, he'd worked with her and helped her become a better CSI. He was a good guy and things were going to be different without Nick there.
Greg, Morgan and Nick watched as Sara loaded a drunk Finn into her car and waved one last goodbye. One more tear threatened to leak from her eyes. Nick waved until the car was out of sight and then turned back to his friends. "Thanks for everything, man." He said, giving Greg one last hug. Then he turned to Morgan to hug her too. "Take care of Greg for me. He's a great guy." whispered Nick into her ear, as he gave her a rather hard squeeze. "Oh and thanks for that chocolate cheesecake. It was fabulous." He let her go and then stepped into the night, walking towards his car. He smiled at the two as he got in. Morgan felt a lump in her throat as she watched him drive away. She turned to look up at Greg, who was watching the car drive down the street. He looked so lost, it almost broke Morgan's heart. She itched to reach out and comfort him, but all she could do was put her hand on his back.
Surprised, Greg looked down at Morgan who was giving him a sad smile. Her green eyes glistened with unshed tears.
"I'd better go too" she said softly,"But first I need to get my cheesecake pan."
"Right" he said briskly, grateful for the interruption. They walked back inside and Greg retrieved the pan for her. "Are you sure you don't need any help cleaning up?" She asked, suddenly aware that if she got into her car now, she'd start weeping.
"Thanks anyway, but I just have to throw away a few things and Sara already collected the beer bottles." He looked around the interior of the house. He felt awkward again. He did not want Morgan to leave. He was sick of people leaving him.
Morgan nodded and gave a little sniffle as she made a motion to reach for the door handle. He walked over to her and gave her a side hug. "We'll be okay." he said reassuringly. He leaned over a bit farther to rest his chin on top of her head. He felt like bawling himself. Nick was like an older brother to him. "But how much longer until you leave me?" She blurted. "I mean, in this field of work-"
Greg cut her off, "Morgan, I'm not going anywhere." He now felt an overwhelming urge to be even closer to her. He moved his free hand around her waist, meeting his other hand at the base of her back. He wasn't thinking about how wonderful it felt to be holding this beautiful woman in his arms. He wanted to reassure her that she meant more to him than he had ever let on in the past. He would go anywhere with her. No words came out though. Morgan shifted slightly, allowing herself to sink into Greg's warm embrace. She put both of her hands on Greg's chest. That little movement caused the mood between them to change. Morgan could feel Greg's heartbeat quicken under her hand. Electricity coursed between the two of them. Greg leaned a little closer to her, his lips near her ear. Morgan closed her eyes as the butterflies danced in her stomach. "Morgan, I want to be with you." He whispered into her ear. "For a very long time, I've wanted that. I don't want to go anywhere without you."
Morgan moved her hands up Greg's chest, moving them to the base of his neck. There was no mistaking what he thought now. She met Greg's gaze. She could see the desire in his eyes, but could tell he was worried about her reaction. The anticipation was too much for her to handle any longer. She rose up to give him a soft kiss on the lips. He kissed her back, softly at first. As her lips parted,she deepened the kiss, amazed at her body's passionate response. Greg slowly moved one hand to Morgan's hip, marveling how wonderful it felt to finally give into what he was feeling. Morgan arched into him, as she kissed her way up Greg's neck towards his ear.
Greg let out a shaky sigh as Morgan nibbled his ear lobe. "Greg" she breathed into his ear. "I've never seen your bedroom before."
His eyebrows shot up in surprise. He was not expecting her to say that. He looked down at her bright green eyes, glimmering in the light. He could see a little smirk forming on her luscious mouth.
He couldn't help but grin back. "Are you sure?" he said. He'd yearned for Morgan for years, but he wanted to be sure this wasn't a spontaneous comfort need and he'd be something she'd regret in the morning.
Morgan looked Greg in the eye and grinned. "The last three times we 'hung out together'" she said, doing air quotes with one hand, other arm stilll wrapped around his neck. "I have worn my sexiest lingerie set in the hopes that you would be seeing it. Does that answer your question?"
"You mean I've had the chance to do this earlier and I didn't?" Greg was wide eyed at Morgan's revelation.
"Yes," she giggled. "Would you like to make up for lost time now?"
Greg grinned at the gleam in her eyes. He reached down to put his arms around her waist as she jumped up and wrapped her legs around him. Their lips met in a passionate kiss as Greg slowly moved from the foyer to the bedroom. He was having trouble concentrating as Morgan whispered her desires into his ear.
After what seemed like an eternity, Greg entered the bedroom, carefully depositing Morgan on the cleanly made king size bed. None of it registered with Morgan as she backed into the middle of the bed and Greg crawled forward to meet her in a passionate kiss.
She sighed as Greg laid on top of her, trailing kisses down her neck. She arched into him, feeling his arousal. Reaching for the hem of his t-shirt, she pulled it up and off. Greg did the same with her tank top. The rest of their clothing followed just as quickly.