yo ma peeps I have nothing much to say except hello and thanks to the lovely people who reviewed 3 ^.^ this is random so...yeah.

I don't own the night world or it's characters

and jez and her unbelievably sexy soulmate are 16 and 17 (haha I put 27 first but no XD)

Wrong Place Wrong Time

"Jez," Morgead moaned breathlessly.

Jez's lips continued to move roughly over his own. She moaned quietly and Morgead felt her eyelashes flutter against his cheek. He dug his fingers harder into her hips and pulled her harder against him.

Suddenly, Jez's hands were firmly on his shoulders, twisting him and pushing him onto his back on the futon. Without breaking apart from each other's lips, Jez climbed on top of Morgead and slid a hand across his waist – right under his shirt.

Morgead moaned louder, and Jez took her other hand and grabbed a hold of one of Morgead's and lifted it from her waist. Slowly, she ran it up her side so that is rested on top of her bra.

Morgead's breath shuddered, and he pulled his lips away from Jez to keep from passing out. While Morgead heaved deep, labouring breaths, Jez began kissing his neck lightly and fingering silky hair at the nape of his neck, skimming her other hand over Morgead's steely abs.

Morgead bit back a guttural sound. It was agony like this. To have her, but not to have her.

He felt sharp teeth skim his neck, and Morgead's pulse quickened further, thumping against Jez's mouth on his neck. Morgead gripped the very top of Jez's thigh and thrust his hand under her bra strap, pushing it roughly down her shoulder, successfully dislodging her bra.

As quick as a snake striking, Jez had him by the shirt collar and was jerking him back into a sitting position. She knelt above him with her knees on either side of Morgead's waist, kissing him fervently once again.

With a husky gasp, Jez's lips parted from Morgead's, and he began tickling her collar bone with his lips as she leant against him.

Slowly, she eased back down to his lap, trailing her fingers down his neck and chest. Her nimble fingers lingered at the hem of his shirt, stroking the sensitive skin underneath it.

Morgead was nuzzling her neck when he felt her toying with his belt buckle. His breathing lurched and he froze.

Morgead was hot all over, and he felt Jez's skin burning on his own when she gently undid his buckle and tugged on his jeans.

"Morgead."

Morgead's eyes snapped open. Immediately, he realized that he was sweaty and panting, and Jez was sitting across the couch staring at him with a bored expression. The Men in Black movie they'd been watching was still playing on the TV, and Pierce and Val were both still sitting on the floor in front of the couch.

Morgead swallowed and glanced down, casually easing the throw pillow that was clutched at his mid-section down a bit farther. The movement didn't go unnoticed by Pierce, who watched him with a nearly identical expression as Jez did. Val did nothing but snore beside him.

Clearing his throat, Morgead croaked, "What?"

Jez cocked an eyebrow, sniffing, "Cranky," and popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth. "You were practically hyperventilating so we thought we'd wake you up."

From the floor, Pierce intoned, "Exciting dream?" and gave Morgead a pointed look.

Morgead grunted and turned away from both of them, burying his flaming face in the forgiving softness of his worn futon.

"Oh, come on, Morgead," Jez purred and crawled closer to him coyly.

Morgead couldn't look at her – he couldn't stop thinking about kissing her; touching her. His heavenly dream had felt so real.

"We listened to like, fifteen minutes of you panting and moaning under your breath," Jez leaned over him and tried to look at his face. "I think we deserve to know what you were dreaming about."

Pierce hummed in agreement.

Jez was getting too close to Morgead – he was still steamy from his dream and he knew she'd notice if she kept inching closer.

"I don't think it matters all that much…" he mumbled, pushing himself farther way from her.

"Aww, come on, Morgy."

"I don't ask about your dreams, Jezebel."

Morgead scuttled over the arm rest of the futon and strode into his room, pillow and all. He hoped it wasn't obvious.

Shutting the door firmly behind him, Morgead collapsed against it. He heard Jez and Pierce – and Val's snoring – on the other side still.

"What a butt," Jez grunted. "What d'you think his problem is?"

"Livid dream?"

"Yeah, well what about?"

"Who knows what Morgead dreams about," Pierce said in a tone that made Morgead think that he knew exactly what he dreamed about.

"Yeah, whatever."

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