The Breakfast Club

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Morgan sat in the car and listened to Asher intently. Her hand carressed his cheek and she kissed him lightly before saying, "Hopefully, I'll be able to say it eventually. But for now, maybe we should just go put your night vision to use? It might make your bruises feel better..." She kissed him again, this time for slightly longer.

 
"Take your time. Whenever you're ready," Asher murmured, kissing her in return. Her suggestion caught him off guard, but it surprised him that, for the first time, he thought he could possibly agree to it. "I think maybe we should," he whispered, and when she kissed him again, he was a little more passionate than before. He pulled away and said, "Wait, before I get totally the wrong end of the stick here.. Does that mean I'm taking you home with me?"

 
"Okay," was all Asher said, holding her to the kiss probably a little longer than she'd intended, before putting his seatbelt back on and starting the car back up. Well, he supposed that if there was an opportune moment, it would be this one; he remembered that Sam was staying over at a friend's house because they were having a party or something for someone's birthday, and his parents were going to see his grandparents a while away. He drove back home, things he never thought he'd be thinking about plaguing his mind, and let them both into the empty house. As he shut the door, it perhaps dawned on him what was really happening, and he suddenly felt a little helpless and incredibly nervous. He looked to her, as if seeking some kind of... He didn't know what. Encouragement, perhaps?

 
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How convenient...

Morgan looked up at Asher, her eyes scanning him, debating on what to do first. She knew that whatever she did, it would drive him crazy. She played with his jacket sleeves for a moment, tugging the jacket off of him while kissing his neck. She alternated between sucking and kissing, listening for his reaction.

 
Eh, I know.. We'll just say from now on he's home alone a lot, to balance it out.. Besides, if anyone was around, this totally couldn't happen xD

Asher, in the meantime, tried to push all the negativity out of his head, while he wrapped his arms around her, slipping one hand just slightly underneath the hem of her shirt for the time being. Certainly, her kissing him this way distracted him from how nervous he was feeling, and he couldn't help but groan a little in reaction to it when she found a particularly sensitive spot on his skin, tightening his hold around her.

 
Yes, well I just find it quite amusing. xD

Morgan pulled back and led Asher over to the couch. She sat on him, her legs straddling him. She kissed him gently, yet intensely as her hands wandered his chest and face.

 
Yeah, well... I know. It is. xD

Asher just let her pull him wherever; he was like putty in her hands right then. He kissed her in return with more intensity than was normal for him; probably more intensely than he knew he was capable. His hands wandered a bit further underneath her shirt, almost of their own accord really, and he held her closer. He stopped abruptly, however, just suddenly, pulling away and gazing up at her. He opened his mouth to speak, but the words wouldn't come for a while. He eventually said to her, "Morgan, I... I'm really nervous. I don't know what I'm doing while you know exactly what you're doing... And I'm worried it won't be how it should be, a-and that's not how I want it to be." He was beginning to ramble, his nerves getting the better of him.

 
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Morgan smiled sweetly. "Just go with your gut, babe. Usually it's the right thing to do." She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, "I promise, you were going in the right direction..." She, of course, was talking about his wandering hands. She kissed him again. "It's going to take you actually doing something to get better at it, you know..."

 
Morgan had a point, but then, she usually did. Her words weren't quite enough to completely relinquish his nerves- though nothing possibly could-, but they were enough to ease him into a greater sense of confidence about it. So, he said no more of it from that point on. He kissed her again, first on the lips, followed by wherever else his aforementioned gut took him, her jawline, and her neck, while his hands continued to wander until eventually he just took her shirt off altogether, tossing it somewhere across the room.

 
Morgan's back arched as Asher's hands touched her eveywhere. By that time, his shirt was off as well. Morgan wasn't exactly sure when, but at some point she'd thrown his alongside hers. Morgan stood up, backing up until they were up against a wall, still intensely going at it. The strap of her bra started to slide, but Morgan just shimmied it down further.

 
Asher pushed up against her, against the wall, as closely as he could, his lips finding all kinds of other places to go now that she had more skin on show to kiss. "Let me help you with that," he murmured when her underwear started going of its own accord, almost purring it in her eat, in fact, and with surprising swiftness for someone totally unfamiliar with girls' underwear, took off her bra, tossing it away in yet another completely unknown direction.

 
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Morgan's pulse quickened, her hands getting lower and lower on Asher's chest. When he whispered in her ear, her face turned almost as red as her hair. Soon, she was unbottoning the jeans, slowly pulling them down. She hadn't felt like this while doing things like this ever. Something about being with Asher made it better than being with random people.

 
Asher soon followed suit, slowly taking off her jeans and letting them fall to the floor. He then picked her up in his arms, letting her legs wrap around his waist, so that he could keep kissing her while he tried to blindly find his way to his bedroom. Yes, he kept bumping into things as he made his way there, and no doubt a few things got knocked over, but he didn't even notice. He never imagined a single thought or person could occupy the entirety of his mind for any length of time, but he realised then that he couldn't think of anything else but Morgan, and how he loved her, and how incredible he was feeling.

 
Suddenly, Morgan realized she wasn't supposed to have sex while pregnant. She let go of Asher, going back into the living room to find all of her clothes. She was silent, not wanting to say anything. The moment had been perfect. Morgan just didn't want to harm the lives inside of her.

 
You're a mean, mean person. Asher stared after Morgan as she pulled away and left his room without warning, feeling completely perplexed and disorientated. A moment later, he stepped out and went downstairs, watching her as she picked up her clothes. Of course. Morgan had two children to worry about. The moment had passed and, suddenly, he felt embarrassed above all else to be standing in front of her with nothing on, so he quickly and wordlessly pulled on what he could find.

 
So I've been told. (;Morgan Looked back at Asher. "Sorry- I just can't lose a life in my hands again. If it makes you feel better, that was probably the best almost-sex I've ever had." Morgan said with a charming smile, kissing him on the cheek.

 
Asher nodded and said, "I know, I understand. And I couldn't live with being a part of that, either." He didn't know how what she'd told him made him feel, if he was being perfectly honest. Of course he was glad that he'd not f'cked it all up and that in fact she'd really enjoyed it. But he couldn't help but begin to wonder if 'almost' was all they could ever be. After all, she was having babies- wouldn't things be completely different for them after that? He didn't know much about kids, but he did know that when you had them, you had to grow up pretty fast. It made him think that he was wrong to have allowed himself love her, to be in so deep that he'd be heartbroken if things changed for the worse, which he hated to have it even cross his mind, because only a second ago he'd never felt so happy about the way he felt for her.

 
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Asher snapped out of his thoughts, and then, if it makes sense, thought about the thought's he'd just had a minute ago. Reflecting on that made him realise that sometimes he needed to forget about all the 'what-ifs', because life wasn't always that complicated after all. He tilted his head to the side slightly and suddenly smiled at her as he asked, "I don't know. Will you just.. slap me, around the face, or something?" He chuckled and elaborated on that. "I think far too much into everything. The truth is, that was amazing. What I can't say is if it was the best almost-sex I've ever had, because it's the only almost-sex I've ever had, but it was probably the most amazing thing I've ever experienced. And I'm glad you..." he went slightly pink in the cheeks, "..enjoyed it, and that you thought I was kind of okay at it." He smiled and gave her a quick kiss. "I think you gave me way more than I deserve anyway. Would you.. like to stay for a little while? If' you're not too busy, that is."

 
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