Song: Crush

Artist: Jennifer Paige

Characters: Nick Stokes/Morgan Brody

It's raisin' my adrenalin', you're bangin' on a heart of tin

Please don't make too much of it, baby

Of The Heart

Outside the cool evening air swirled around Morgan and the strong smell of alcohol assaulted her senses as she stood uncomfortably, leaning against the wall and fighting the urge inside of her to just run away. She didn't really like social events, let alone the ones her dad was in charge of. Nights like that meant hours of introducing herself to people she had never seen before, congratulating her on her father's newest achievement.

She glanced back inside and saw clusters of people, their conversations nothing more than a low rumble from where she stood. She should be inside participating but the thought of putting on a smile and forcing herself to be around people all night was the last thing she felt like doing. Sighing she opened up her purse and retrieved a beaten up pack of cigarettes, shaking one into her hand and trapping it between her lips. After a few steady drags she felt her muscles relax and she closed her eyes.

"I didn't know you smoked." The voice seemed to come out of nowhere and Morgan silently cursed herself for jumping. She turned her head slightly, the cigarette still between her lips, and sent a glare in Nick's direction. He was dressed nice in a classic tux, leaning against the wall like she was and watching her with interest.

"I don't," she finally said, not bothering to meet his eye. Nick smirked and took the cigarette, taking a drag himself. He coughed a few times before handing it back to her with a look of distaste.

"I knew there was a reason I never liked those," he said. Morgan smiled, dropping the butt to the ground and scraping it with her heel. After a few more moments of silence she spoke.

"Having as much fun as I am?" she asked, sarcasm dripping from her words. Nick's only response was a shrug.

"We could be having fun if you'd come inside," he said, flicking his gaze to the dance floor currently filled with guests, some more coordinated than others. For a moment she thought he was joking but the look on his face told her he was completely serious and she groaned as she followed him inside, unwilling to hurt his feelings.

She never really liked dancing but it was something she was fairly good at. Years of dance lessons as a child had taught her the moves to most dances and as the Latin beat began flowing through the speakers she shot Nick a sly grin before one of his hands gripped her waist and the other tangled with hers.

He led them, taking a step forward into her body and Morgan was surprised when the sudden contact sent a jolt through her. Nick's breath hit her cheek, the smell of whiskey lingering around her. They continued across the floor, before he twirled her across the room and then bringing her body crashing back into his. He was enjoying this, she could tell by the look in his eyes and the way he caressed her body with gentle hands.

"No one ever said you could dance," she said with a smile, turning in his arms and causing her hair to brush across his face. Nick shrugged, his face tinged red.

"No one asked," he told her. Morgan rolled her eyes and ignored his gasp as she wrapped a long leg around his waist, slowly dragging it back down with a look of lust in her eyes. With a smile Nick leaned forward, his lips brushing her ear and sending chills down her spine.

"You're a mighty fine dancer yourself," he purred. "Maybe I should take a few lessons."

With laugh Morgan backed up a few steps, putting some distance between them. If he wanted her he was going to work for it.

"I don't know cowboy, I think you'll have to buy me dinner first."

For blueberry24. Sorry if it's not too good, it's been a long day but I really wanted to post!