Sept 26, XUB3, Late evening

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 7:38 pm

Lame. Connor Marshall you are fucking lame. Morgan's unusual use of a curse word seemed fitting in the moment and she turned disgusted eyes to Connor.

You should trust me.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 7:40 pm

Connor quirked an eyebrow at her rebuke, then just nodded with a tight frown. Then, wordlessly, he stood up and walked for the door.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 7:43 pm

Morgan's heart lurched and sought out Winston, seeing he was okay she rushed after Connor.

Don't walk away from me. I would say he's just a friend but he's not even that - some stoner looking for a high. Thats all!

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 7:46 pm

Connor stopped, letting her catch up to him, turning and catching her eyes. "I do trust you," he said quietly. "But that doesn't mean I have to like what I saw. And I don't trust him," he added, gesturing toward Winston.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 7:53 pm

Morgan burst into tears, upset that Connor was being so harsh with her, she spun on her heels and ran towards her room.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 7:55 pm

Oh bloody hell... "Morgan, stop," he said, his voice firm but no longer harsh as he started after her.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 7:59 pm

Pulled up short by his words Morgan kept her back to him, her arms wrapping around her middle as she bit her lip to keep more tears from falling.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 8:02 pm

Connor, thankfully, caught up to her when she obediently stopped. "Come here, love," he said quietly, his voice much softer now. "No need for that, love, come here." He held out his arms, drawing her into them from behind.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 8:05 pm

Morgan let him draw her close and she relaxed slightly at his touch, feeling safe with him despite the fact he was mad at her. Tears began to fall again with the feeling and she couldn't look at him.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 8:07 pm

"Come now, love, none of that," he whispered. "How would you feel? Me, laughing it up, holding hands with some girl you don't know?" he pointed out, wrapping an arm around her to smooth her hair down.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 8:11 pm

"I wasn't holding his hand..." Morgan said softly.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 8:15 pm

"'S what it looked like, Love," Connor said, shrugging. Then, he turned her around to face him, not wanting to talk to the back of her head.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 8:17 pm

"You know me... I can't stand the thought of anyone touching me that way except you." Morgan buried her face in Connor's chest crying.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 8:25 pm

"Shhhh... easy, Love," he whispered. "It's all right. Just relax." He hesitated, then kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry."

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 9:54 pm

I can tell when you are lying. Morgan wrapped her arms around his waist, her head on his shoulder.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 9:55 pm

Then you know that I'm telling the truth right now, he thought back. Which was, after all, true.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:06 pm

So why the reluctant apology?

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:07 pm

Connor sighed. You know that's not easy for me to say. Have you ever heard me say it to anyone other than you?

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:07 pm

Do you ever talk to anyone other than me?

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:11 pm

'Course I do, he answered. Not as much as you do, but I do.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:18 pm

Other than Brett?

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:19 pm

Don't have much choice. Lots of people that you have to talk to each day.

This is a little beside the point, though, Love. I'm sorry. I really am.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:43 pm

I'm devoted too you 110%, beyond a shadow of a doubt. I was even telling Rachel about how great you were..

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:54 pm

I love you, Morgan. I just... I worry, he admitted, even his thoughts quiet now.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 10:57 pm

It took us forever to figure this out.. do you think I am going to mess with that? SOme random hothead is unlikely to even get me interested in him especially with you for comparison.. Morgan lifted her face and pressed a kiss upon Connor's lips.

I love You.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed May 27, 2009 11:02 pm

"No, I don't, I just..." Connor triedto say it out loud, but fell silent again. ...worry that you don't need me anymore.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed May 27, 2009 11:09 pm

"Of course I need you, how can you even say that.. you keep me safe and whole. I don't even know how I would keep things together on a regular basis without you too guide me." Morgan squeezed Connor.

You are the strongest part of me, Sir. Except perhaps for the Hate.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:29 am

And you're the reason I make myself strong, love, he thought back, squeezing her hands in his. "I love you, Morgan," he whispered.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:32 am

You have always been strong. I won't hear you say otherwise. I bet with your first breath you told them all where to go. Morgan teased him gently her small form tucking itself up against him some more.

"I love you more, Connor Marshall."

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:46 am

Connor enfolded her in his arms, smirking slightly. "You'd better," he teased, kissing the top of her head.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:47 am

"Or what? I have yet to see any Connor ire happening that I can't get around somehow..."

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 6:49 am

"That's because I love you more," he chuckled. She could feel the familiar tingly pressure of a force field appearing around her ankle under her jeans. "Beside... you know you won't get away from me," he added, winking down at her.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:09 am

"That would involve me wanting to get away from you and I can't see a single reason too with so much unexplored potential right here before me." The cuff around her ankle didn't bother her, the pressure almost erotic in that it reminded her of Connor's claim upon her.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:22 am

"That's because there isn't a reason, love. I'm supposed to be with you. Just the way the world works."

"And somehow, it always seems that the more we explore the potential, the more seems to crop up," he added, sliding his hand firmly onto her back.

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:24 am

Morgan arched her back without thought and her eyes closed of their own volition, she purred softly into his chest.

I can't say that I am disappointed in these... explorations.. though more frequent jaunts wouldn't hurt at all.

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:26 am

His fingers slid easily through her hair, pressing her close against him. Mmm... so true. Of course, I suppose that with that being the case, there's no time like the present, is there?

by **Morgan Evans** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:35 am

Morgan nodded her agreement, her eyes still closed as his touch kept her barely there, an anchor to the ground or the wind blowing her out into the sky? She couldn't decide and didn't care long enough to contemplate it.

Lead on..

by **Winston Sharpe** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 4:06 pm

His "trip" finished, Winston found himself alone, and for some reason shirtless, at the bar. He looked around for Morgan as he walked back to the dance-floor to fetch his clothing, though she was nowhere to be seen. With a sigh and a shrug he returned to Maq, ordered another drink and wondered about his "vision".

by **Connor Marshall** » Wed Jun 03, 2009 10:07 pm

Connor smiled down at her, then squeezed her hand, leading her out of the XUB. Of course, love.

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