The Breakfast Club

[B e t h y <3]

"Oh, I want to hear this." Morgan said, smiling, "Do tell." She finally started to let Asher lead, at least, for the most part. "COme on, move your hips. They do it in Spain. And I refuse to have a partner who doesn't go all out."

 

[KERFUFFLE]

So, am I not loved enough anymore to get messages?

"I believe it's something along the lines of, 'I wish I could speak French instead of English. It's easier to seduce people with a beautiful language," Asher replied with a soft chuckle, "I told you I'd get there. But I'm not sure I agree with you. I don't think you'd need French to seduce somebody. I mean, you speak Spanish, anyway, but even then.." He trailed off then, looking away from her momentarily and seeming to think better of it. Eventually, he just said, "Je pense que tu pourrais me séduire sans dire beaucoup." When she told him to move his hips, he pulled a face and told her, "You should have known better than to pick me for a partner, in that case." In spite of his words, he tried for her, and thankfully for the both of them, after a bit of instruction, he seemed like a natural, sparing them both the drunk-family-member-at-a-wedding-trying-to-dance syndrome.

 

[B e t h y <3]

OhmygoshItotallydidn'teventhinkaboutitmybadi'mohsosorryIloveyou.

Morgan smirked. "Yes, that was something along the lines. And you said something about thinking and seduction. What was it?" She grinned happily, dancing closer and closer to Asher, loving every second of it. THis was much more fun than being at work. So much more fun than the drunk-relative dancing. So much better than Riley telling her not to dance.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

It's okay! I think it's cause my message was, like, gigantic at the time and all. I love you, too :3

Asher hesitated, contemplating whether he should tell her what he'd said or not. "Good so far. And I think, maybe, when you've worked it all out for yourself, I might be ready to see if what I said really is true," he said eventually, trying to be as enigmatic as possible, because he liked to tease her on occasion. He was always surprised by how much he could really enjoy himself just doing the simple things with Morgan; he'd never thought he'd really enjoy the company of another person, but he relished being close to her, seeing her smile because she was having fun with him, too. There were always parts of his mind telling him it was all wrong, that it wasn't how his life was supposed to be, but it wasn't enough to freak him out anymore, because the rest of his mind told him how lucky he was.

 

[B e t h y <3]

"Tell me." Morgan said, wanting to know the exact words. Because she wasn't going to allow Asher to just tease her. That's not how things worked. She continued dancing, not letting anything but Asher fill her mind. She kissed him lightly on the lips and murmured, "If you know what's good, you'll tell me, in English, what you said in French."

 

[KERFUFFLE]

"Hmm, I don't know about that," Asher replied with a small smirk, trying to play it cool while still dancing with her. But she was incredibly convincing, though he hated to admit it, much more so than he would probably ever be. Her kiss nearly weakened him enough that it just slipped out of his mouth, but he bit it back again- momentarily, however, because she had won him over. "Oh, you're good," he murmured in reply, "What I said was.." He paused for a moment, before continuing, summoning the courage, "I said, 'I think you could seduce me without saying much at all,' since I was being perfectly honest, thinking you wouldn't find out for a while."

 

[B e t h y <3]

Morgan chuckled a little bit and said, "Why, thank you. So I've been told." She stepped closer to Asher, not dancing anymore. She stood on her tiptoes and kissed him softly, determinded to win this little game.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

"I'm not surprised in the least," Asher replied, wrapping both of his arms around her now that they'd stopped dancing. He kissed her back with a gentle intensity, deciding it was probably best if he just enjoyed the moment- he didn't really think he had a chance in hell of winning any game against Morgan, and while it was dismaying he also found it incredibly attractive.

 

[B e t h y <3]

Morgan's hand's ran up Asher's chest and around his neck, her kisses getting more and more intense. "You know," she whispered between kisses, "for never kissing anyone, you're pretty d`mn good at it..." she wanted to let him think he was winning, when in all reality she was the one who was ahead.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

"Whatever," Asher murmured, a soft chuckle also escaping his lips, because he was fully aware he wasn't winning anything as far as she was really concerned. He kept kissing her, sometimes letting her pick up the pace, while at other times, increasing the intensity himself. He took a few steps forward until her back was pressed up against the back wall of the studio, and he leaned into it a bit more, only really half aware that this was what he was doing at the time.

 

[B e t h y <3]

They're so effing horny. Haha.

Morgan smirked a little, enjoying all of this. She started to get light headed, though, and she put her hand on Asher's chest, lightly shoving him back. Morgan slid down the wall and took a couple of deep breaths. This was weird for her. Usually, she could do this for hours on end without it affecting her ability to obtain oxygen at all.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Oh, totally. Phahaha.

Asher stumbled back a pace or so and took a few deep breaths to, firstly, get some oxygen back into his lungs, and secondly to try and regain his composure. He didn't really realise that he would enjoy something like that as much as he did, but afterwards, when he actually started to think straight again he began to wonder what Morgan thought of it all- did she actually like it? Was she just being particularly patient with him even though he was terrible at everything? He put a hand to his chest and ran the other back through his hair and tried not to think about that too much, because it took away from the fact that he'd enjoyed it.

 

[B e t h y <3]

Morgan had finally regained her composure, and after running her hand through her hair, she stood up, walking back over to Asher. Almost as if she could read his mind, she assured him, "I just couldn't breathe. It wasn't anything you did. Well, technically it was. But it was becasue you drive me insane. In the good way."

 

[KERFUFFLE]

After a moment or two, Asher smiled a bit bashfully at that. "Truthfully?" he asked, his tone slightly incredulous, "I just thought maybe I did it all wrong; I mean, I wouldn't have been surprised or anything.." He felt himself beginning to ramble, which after a moment like that was not at all what he wanted to do. He drove her insane. Was that really possible, that he made her feel at least half of how he felt when she kissed him?

 

[B e t h y <3]

Awh &lt;3

Morgan nodded. "You're definitly doing it right. Usually, I get really bored kissing guys, because I'd seen it all. But making out with you is just...fun." She smiled and shrugged, stretching her arms and yawning. "We should call Kyle now. I'm exhausted." She stood up and put her phone to her ear.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

&lt;3

Asher smiled apprehensively, and said, "Well, that's... Great, I guess." His smile widened involuntarily while she was talking to Kyle on the phone. He couldn't help it, just thinking that he might actually be alright at at least something about being a boyfriend. He waited for Morgan to finish, picking up the pieces of paper with his drawings on from the side of the room.

 

[B e t h y <3]

Morgan hung up the phone and said, "He's on his way." Not that it really mattered. She gathered up her bag and waited for Asher to finish picking up his drawings, taking them from his hands again. She browsed through them, smiling softly. Being drawn like this was a huge compliment to Morgan.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

Asher watched her look through his drawings with an unreadable expression. He then looked up, smiling gently all of the sudden, and he said to her, "If you want, you can have them. You know, if you wake up one day and you just feel like crap- it happens to all of us-, you can look at them and think 'this is how beautiful I am, and how Asher thinks of me every single day,' and maybe it'll make you feel a little less unhappy."

 

[B e t h y <3]

"I would love to keep them." Morgan said, smiling at Asher, and then the drawings. She took Asher's hand and led him out to the lobby, where she sat on a couch and gazed out the window.

 

[KERFUFFLE]

"Then they're all yours." He sat next to her on the couch while they waited for Kyle, and he began reflecting over all of the crazy things that had happened that day. Morgan had warned him things would be a handful, but he could never have really imagined anything as extreme as the day's events. He figured most guys would have run straight out the door, and maybe they had more sense than he did after all, but he'd always felt compelled at every moment to stick with it, though he had no idea what it was that caused him to do so. The truth was, after a monotonous life of endless planning and structure, it was somehow nice to break free from that. He then said to her, just because he'd remembered, "I guess it's kind of late. So, maybe when Kyle gets here, I'll just head home the other way, to make it easier for you guys. I mean, you said you were pretty tired anyway."