Unseen Scenes — Book One, Chapter Fifteen (Morgan) (Patreon)

The living room is a buzz of tension and worry, so much so that Morgan can feel it pulsating against her skin. And not in a fun way.

Turning away from the others, she starts to pace around the room, very much like a caged wild cat. 

“If all you can offer is walking, then do something useful,” Agent [Surname] snaps. “Go and let my child know what the Agency technicians learned from the lab results.”

Morgan tilts her head to look at the bedroom door…and bites at her lower lip. “Gladly.”

She doesn’t bother to knock before entering.

The Detective, who also seemed to be knotted with tension, swings around to face her. "There's a door for a reason, you know,” they exclaim. "And something called knocking."

The protest only fires Morgan’s resolve further as she saunters a step further inside. "And what would you be hiding that I would ever care about?"

"Well…I could have been getting undressed!" Their hands fly into the air, annoyance staining each word in a rather enticing way that pulls a smirk from Morgan.

Her eyes slink over the Detective, taking in each inch with the same focus as staring at a masterpiece in an art gallery. It’s the slow, purposeful focus someone so tempting needs. 

"In which case, I'd have been damn glad not to have knocked,” she retorts.

They offer a roll of their eyes in return. "Is there something you need?"

"Agent [Surname] wanted you to know that the guys at the lab might be able to find out what Murphy wants from those slides found at the hospital." she states the words but the intent of them is not her concern, only who stands in front of her and just what distraction they might be willing to offer. "We could use that time for other things…."

"Excuse me?" Their lips purse and Morgan has to rub at her throat just to avoid storming over there to see what they taste like.

To expel some of the want, she flops down into a nearby chair, more than happy to be surrounded by the scent of the Detective that now surrounds her. "I mean, Agent [Surname]'s gonna be a while. So, you wanna take me up on that offer?"

There’s a small moment of quiet as the Detective mulls over the offer. One that Morgan hopes is too difficult to resist. She tries to make it more enticing by crossing her legs and parting her lips.

"You really think I'm going to make it that easy for you?" they finally reply, gliding forward to stand confidently in front of Morgan’s legs.

She tries to contain the growl that wants to leave her at the Detective’s move. They certainly know how to play the game…A game they’ll both win at.

Desire, fuelled by the encouraging flames of the Detective, radiates through her in a way Morgan’s not felt before. It’s a need. A hunger. But one she’s not sure can be satiated so easily with one night.

She can only hope the Detective is up for the challenge.

"I'm all for playing, Detective," she murmurs, barely able to make a full sentence with the heat that roils through her at their closeness. But it’s not close enough.

Standing up, she slides her hands over their chest and keeps them there, the touch spurring that want even deeper until Morgan has to press against them just to calm it. "But if we're going do this, let's do it, yeah?"

Morgan can feel the Detective’s response through her body, through her fingertips, through every nerve ending…and she’s both surprised and uncertain to find the want for them is not anywhere near as intense as it is for Morgan.

An occurrence that’s never happened to her before.

A sudden chime echoes through the apartment, and Morgan quickly withdraws her hands, sliding a smirk into place to cover the strange sensation.

Thankfully, the odd thought passes by the time she’s stood.

"Maybe next time," she whispers, hoping the thoughts will be as distracting to them as they are to her.

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Morgan's PoV during this scene, and a little insight into how she was feeling…

(Choice chosen by a randomiser, and 'they/them' pronouns to make it easier).

Hope you enjoyed it! :D