I was used to Morty missing a couple of days of school. Since we started dating I would pick up the work he missed and drop it off at his house. But when he missed an entire week, I took on his workload in addition to mine so he wouldn't fall behind. And the week after that, and the week after that.

On one hand, the extra work meant that I could direct energy towards something other than losing my mind with worry. But on the other hand, I was barely eating or getting enough sleep to function. I fell asleep on the bus going home and had to walk five miles home from the bus lot. All my extracurriculars had to take a back seat. I didn't see my friends much if at all.

But I was doing it for Morty and it was all worth it because he was worth everything.

My dad was starting to notice how much the extra work was taking out of me and tried to talk me out of it.

"Cariña," he said, after walking in on me in the dining room at 2 a.m. "You've been doing the work of two people. You need to sleep"

"I'm almost done," I said. "Besides, I don't mind."

He closed the textbook shut. "Well, I do mind. This isn't fair to you."

"Dad, Morty is so close to graduating on time, it would just break his heart if he didn't. It's not his fault his grandpa carts him around the multiverse."

My dad scoffed. "Sounds like your gringo lacks a spine."

"Papá… ahora no, por favor."

He sighed, rubbing a hand over his weary face, saying, "Nosotros hablaremos despues," before leaving me to my work.

There was an upcoming three-day weekend, and I planned on catching up on my sleep by dozing through all of it. And I would have if I didn't get awoken by the familiar sound of my window being opened.

I sat up groggily and felt around for the stake under my pillow until I saw who it was who entered my room.

"Morty?"

It was Morty. He was banged up and worse for wear; his clothes were torn and look singed and his hair was a mess, but it was him and he was alive. He only sat on my bed for half a second before I tackled him into a tight hug. "Morty! Oh my God! I'm so glad you're okay."

Morty pulled away without hugging me. His tired eyes were cast down to something he was holding that I didn't see before. It was a strange blue flower, almost neon in coloring, with a weird disc floret that almost looked like an eye.

"I-I got this for you," he said, his voice a raspy whisper. "Rick says it's worthless but I thought it'd make you happy. It sprays rainbow pollen if you squeeze the stem, but don't get it in your eyes, it's a paralyzing agent."

I gingerly took the potted flower and placed it on my nightstand. "Morty, the flower is beautiful, but you've been gone for so long. I was so worried…"

Morty lost all the composure he had. His eyes teared up and he sobbed into his hands.

My heart broke at the sound. "Morty, I'm sorry. I'm not mad at you. I'm just happy you're—"

He cut off the next words by stealing a kiss. It was deep and bruising as his lips moved against mine passionately. His tongue delved into my mouth to taste me as he grabbed my head to pull me into him. I kissed him back almost as eagerly. My kiss felt awkward, as much as I was happy to have him here with me I was just as confused.

I had to pull away to catch my breath. I looked him in the face, his expression a weird mix of darkness and wanting that scared and excited me.

"Morty," I said, swallowing the golf ball in my throat, "what happened?"

He shifted away from me to stare at his feet. "I-I don't know if I can talk about it. It-it started off as a normal Rick and Morty adventure. But so it spun off the rails so fast. I almost died like-like so many times facing some seriously fucked up shit and I— I had to…"

His whole body shook; the tears in his eyes threatened to spill again. I hugged him, pulling him close to me, and this time he hugged me back, his arms tight around my middle, making me feel so safe and secure. My own tears finally spilled. God, I missed him so much.

I searched in silence for something to say. I couldn't tell him it'd be okay, especially if I had no clue what went down. "You're here, Morty," I said after a while. "You're here safe with me. And I'm here for you if you want to talk about it. I'll listen."

He brushed a tear from my face. "Thank you, but I don't think I can talk about it now. Right now the only thing I want is you."

"Then have me, Morty."

That sentence was pretty much the "go ahead and ravage me" signal because he barely waited a second before pouncing on me. Morty kissed me, sliding his tongue against mine and he yanked my sleep shirt over my head. My hands clumsily went for the buttons of his jeans. I sunk my hand past his boxers to fist his cock, making him moan and jerk at my touch. Wetness pooled in my panties at just the sight and sound of him.

I gasped when Morty pushed me on my back. He was never exactly passive but the sudden aggressive act left me stunned. I stared up at him speechless as he ripped off his shirt, then hovered over me. He pushed my panties aside and rubbed furiously rubbed at my clit until I was wet enough for him to pump two fingers in.

My breath turned to quick pants as he fucked me with his hand. He expertly found my g-spot and rubbed against it so good. Morty captured one of my nipples in his mouth; he nibbled and sucked and swirled his tongue against my bud.

"T-te amo, Morty," I begged. "I— Ah! I need more— more than just your fingers, please."

Morty pulled his fingers out of me and shuffled back to tear his pants and boxers off. I watched him and licked my lips as his cock sprang to attention. Any other time I'd want to savor our time together; take my time tasting him and enjoy taking him all the way in my mouth. But he was just as impatient to take me as I was.

He hovered over me and I trembled in anticipation. Morty surprised me by grabbing my ankles and flinging my legs over his shoulder. He leaned forward so our faces were less than a foot away.

"Fucking Christ. Were you always so flexible?"

He didn't wait for an answer, not that I could've given him one without bumbling over my words. He guided his tip to my entrance and entered my with sensual rolls of his hips, filling me up in the only way he could. I sighed in ecstasy.

Morty planted his hands on either side of me and just fucked me, slow and deep and hard. He drag his dick out so only his tip was inside of me just to plunge it back all the way to the hilt. His cock reached places in me I could never get to with my fingers or toys.

My eyes rolled back and screwed shut as I lost myself in the bliss of Morty making love to me. The burn of my legs being bent a touch too far and the stretch of his cock was dwarf in the sea of pleasure. I reached down between our bodies to rub at my clit.

His soft little moans and grunts were right in my ear. The lewd, wet slapping sounds we made as Morty drove into me again and again were sublime. Even the smell of sex in the air fogged up my mind to the point where the only thought in my head was MortyMortyMortyMortyMorty. I was drowning in Morty. And I never wanted to come back for air.

A particularly hard thrust had my eyes fluttering open. Morty was staring down at me, eyes blown open in lust and adoration. His eyes were so tender my heart melted.

I reached up to cup his cheek. "Morty~ I— Ahh… ah!"

"You're mine, right?" He asked past his pants and groans. "I-I mean you're with me. You-you-you-you're not gonna leave?"

I didn't know where that came from or why he asked that, but I nodded rapidly. That orgasmic coil tighten in my stomach and I didn't trust myself to speak without moaning loud enough to wake the neighborhood.

"Say it," he begged. "Please."

"Hah! I-I-I'm yours, papí! All— mmmph!— all yours, Morty. I don't want anyone else, I-I-I— fuck, I'm cumming~"

All at once, I unraveled around him with a full-body shudder. He pressed my legs farther as his lips met mine. I moaned into his mouth as I came. I was floating on a cloud of euphoria as he sped up his thrust. Morty pounded into my oversensitive cunt as he milked himself inside me.

He stilled his hip and we panted together in exhaustion. Morty brushed my hair out of my face, kissed my forehead, and rolled off to spoon me.

We lay together for a few minutes, cuddling and catching our breath. He felt so warm and perfect flushed against my back like that. I never wanted him to leave.

"Morty…" I breathed. "I… I… want you to have dinner with my family."

He stiffened, but only for a moment before settling again. "Not-not exactly what I thought you'd say, but yeah definitely." He kissed my shoulder. "I-I-I guess I should go soon…"

"Noooo." I pulled his arm around my waist. "I never want you to go."

Morty stiffened then relaxed behind me, holding me tighter. "O-o-okay."

Already I was regretting asking Morty to come to dinner.

There we were, all five of us sitting around the table in awkward silence. My oldest brother, Mateo, was too busy to have dinner with us. On his way out of the house, he passed Morty a roll of money muttering, "for your grandpa."

My dad eyed them curiously. "What's that for?"

"M-m-medicine!" Morty said, very convincingly. "My poor old grandpa can't afford his heart pills."

"Isn't your mother a surgeon?"

"A horse surgeon. I-I don't think she can operate on a human, those skills don't really translate."

"That's not what I… whatever. Mortimer, I'll get right to it. What do you plan to do with my daughter?"

I choked on my water. "Dad!"

"What? That's a fair question."

Tomas and my youngest older brother, Diego, (who, for the first time, looked up from his phone) laughed. "I think I know what he plans to do with her," Tomas said.

"Shut up, Tomas!" I shouted. "¡Siempre haces esto mismo!"

"¡No avergüences a tu hermana!" Dad yelled at Tomas.

"¡Ellos tuvieron sexo en la casa ayer!" Tomas argued. "It's so obvious but no one says anything!"

"W-w-what's obvious?" Morty asked.

"It's obvious Tomas is a shit-stirrer," Diego muttered.

"Language!" Dad yelled again. "Your sister's boyfriend is gonna think we're a bunch of loud-mouth Mexican stereotypes!"

"I-I-I don't think that," Morty said. "You have a lovely home. Why did I say that?"

I needed to get a handle on this situation. "Dad! Did you know that Morty has been to space? Tell them, Morty."

"Oh! R-right." He tapped the table nervously in thought. "Well, it's very… dark? A-and spacious. There are snakes there, too, sometimes, surprisingly. I know Luisa likes that."

"I guess you could call it 'snakecious'."

No one laughed.

Morty rubbed the back of his head. "I mean… I wouldn't. But you do you."

"Back to my original question," my dad pressed.

"Daaaad…" I whined.

Morty placed a hand on mine. "Luisa, it's fine. Well, sir, Mr. Hernández. Your daughter is a beautiful, amazing, and kindhearted, woman, and I intend to treat her with kindness, love, and respect.

I smiled, warm all over. "Awww, Morty."

My dad didn't see, impressed. "Is it respectful to leave for weeks on end for your silly little 'adventures' and leave my daughter to do all your school work?"

Morty whipped his head towards me. "You did what?"

My jaw tightened. "Yeah, but it was no big deal, Dad."

"You didn't sleep for three days!" Dad retorted.

"Luisa," Morty said. "Y-you didn't need to do that."

"I wanted to!" I didn't mean to yell at him, but I was tired of them questioning my choices.

"Is the dick really that good?" Tomas murmured, like no one could hear his snide remark.

"Shut up, Tomas!" Dad, Morty, and I shouted.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Morty asked.

"There's nothing to tell!"

"I've got something to tell," Dad said, fully riled up. "She was so exhausted that she ate napkins without blinking. She was hearing voices! At one point she thought she saw the face of God!"

I cringed as he pulled up the video proof on Diego's YouTube channel to shove into Morty's face.

"Psycho sister," I read the title of the video. "Part three?! The FUCK Diego?"

"Luisa, I-I-I'm so sorry. You shouldn't have to be responsible for me like that. What about your grades? I don't want to mess with your chances of getting into a good college."

"You deserve to graduate on time with our class. I haven't been neglecting my studies, I've just been doing your work in addition to mine. In my own free time! Maybe it wore me out, but I don't regret it. I know you'd do the same for me."

"I don't deserve you."

"Morty—"

Before I could tell him not to say things like that, my dad said, "Damn straight, you don't. My daughter is too kind and generous… But any man able to admit that knows his place and if Luisa decides that that place is by her side, then I can learn to live with that."

"Oh, um…" Morty looked at me as if I could explain my dad's sudden turnaround. "T-thank you?"

The rest of the dinner was only half as terrible and awkward as it was before. Dad, at least, was more civil with Morty, even if Tomas kept saying snide comments under his breath and Diego offered fuck all to the conversation. After dinner, I rushed Morty out the door before dad offered us dessert.

"Morty, I'm so sorry. My family's nuts."

"That was nothing. You already know my family. But Luisa." He grasped my hand in the warmth of his. "I-I-I need to tell you something."

"What is it, baby?"

"I l-l-l…" he swallowed thickly "Like milkshakes."

My shoulders slumped. Not what I thought or wanted him to say. "Huh?"

"I'd like to get one," he said, his voice oddly flat. "With you."

"S-sure, I'll get my jacket."

"Not now. Later."

"Oh. Okay."

We stood there for what felt like hours looking everywhere, but at each other. I cleared my throat to say something before Morty blurted, "Alright, text you later, bye!" and sped down the road to his house.

I sighed and sat on the porch, watching him go.