Possessing Morgan:
A Matter of Conviction
by Aurelia
Part 11
Chapter 11
Sensual heat.
Morgan’s body was aflame with arousal as the small blonde touched her. “Morgan.” The counselor’s voice dropped to a whisper, dripping with desire.
A low moan escaped the redhead when Andrea found her. Her body, no longer her own, became the plaything of her lover. Every dip and curve was discovered and investigated, drawing one more agonized moan from her. When her body could stand the heat no longer she burst into flame, burning brightly as her body was swept away on a tide of ecstasy.
* * *
Morgan awoke covered in sweat, her heart pounding in her heaving chest. That woman was slowly driving her insane. Green eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, her mind slowly sinking into the quagmire that was her subconscious. She lifted her hand to her head, scrubbing her face in frustration. “Ohhhh… fuuuccckkkk…” The words came out as a woeful moan, echoing her pain. What was she going to do? Was there anything she could do? Was this all inevitable?
A knock at the door sent her into a spin. “Shit!” She looked at the time. “Oh crap!” Andrea was here and she was still in her underwear or, more to the point, what she called her pajamas. She scrambled out of bed as quickly as her broken arm would allow, looking momentarily in the mirror. She was a mess, standing there with disheveled hair, sheet-wrinkled face, a tank top that advertised her aroused state and her ever-present boxer shorts.
The knock grew louder. “Coming!” Frantically, she looked around for her robe. Who was she kidding? She never used her robe. Dashing to the closet, she rummaged around for it.
“Hellooooo? Morgan? Wake up!” The tall detective barely heard the words with her head buried in the closet.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m coming!” She yelled impatiently. “Keep your shirt on!” A fleeting image of the counselor without a shirt crossed her mind. “Oh crap. Stop it Morgan,” she muttered, one good hand flicking through her small arsenal of clothes. Of course, the robe was the last item on the rack. The clothes hanger didn’t want to give up its prize, steadfastly sticking to the material. “I fucking don’t believe this…” Could anything more go wrong?
“You are in so much trouble here.” The counselor’s voice held a hint of annoyance.
She was so close to just closing the door and going back to bed. Screw Andrea. Oh God, c’mon Morgan. Stop this crap. Her only hope was that she could work this feeling out of her system. Giving up on the robe, she went to the door and opened it.
“Hi, I thought you were ignoring me…” Andrea’s words died in her throat. In the doorway stood the woman who had fueled her dreams. Her eyes traveled over the available skin, stopping momentarily on her chest, to finally reach her face. Morgan’s freckle-dusted skin darkened and she knew what her own face was showing. Andrea’s heart skipped a beat in her chest at the sight of the tall woman standing there in barely anything at all.
Andrea closed her eyes and breathed deeply, only opening them when she heard a quiet chuckle. “What’s so funny?” Her voice sounded strange.
“You.” Here Morgan thought she would be the one embarrassed but it seemed the shoe was on the other foot. “Come in. I usually don’t stand in the hallway in my underwear.”
Andrea stepped into the apartment waiting for Morgan to close the door. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
“Not at all.” But the counselor was not convinced. Sighing, she retrieved her robe with the clothes hanger dangling off of it. “I had a slight problem.”
“Use it that much, huh?”
“Yeah, well. I don’t normally have visitors, let alone at…”
“Nine.”
“…nine in the morning. Why are you here so early?”
“Early? You and I are usually at work by this time, Detective.”
“Not on the weekends.”
“What a waste of a weekend.”
“I’ve got nothing to do. Why not sleep it away?”
“Well not this weekend you don’t. Now get dressed, we have things to do and places to go.”
“No people to see?”
“I can arrange that if you want. I thought a more intimate pairing would be better, but hey, whatever floats your boat. If you want more people to watch, I don’t mind.” Cheekily, the small woman grinned at the look of astonishment on the redhead’s face. It constantly amazed her how easily she could get to this woman. “Now put a move on, get dressed. Can I help myself to a cup of coffee?”
“Sure. I think you know where everything is.” Morgan wandered off towards her bedroom shaking her head. She fell for it again.
* * *
Andrea sat at the kitchen table, coffee in hand, listening to the running shower in the other room and the enigma standing in it. It was as if the woman had two totally different sides. First there was the cop. Rough and tough and very professional from what she had been able to ascertain from her fellow workers. Then there was the woman, fighting an attraction that she felt she didn’t deserve. By her reaction to some of Andrea’s teasing, it was almost as if Morgan was the naïve one in this relationship, unsure and nearly painfully shy. An image of gently rolling surf hitting the shore planted itself in Andrea’s brain, drawing a parallel with Morgan’s attention to her. The redhead would make a bit of progress then withdraw, later approaching again and backing off, like the ebb and flow of the ocean. The small blonde only wished that she had more grip because the woman, like the sand, would just slip through her fingers and she would have to wait for her return.
What was she doing? What was she going to do? Andrea had not made a conscious decision to pursue Morgan, but wasn’t that exactly what she was doing? Her instincts seemed to be driving her actions, pushing her to move forward. Is this what she wanted? Yes? No?
There were too many questions without answers. Andrea now knew how Morgan felt. When she was in Morgan’s presence it all seemed so clear, but sitting here contemplating her actions she was not so sure. Maybe she should be. All this banter was really cruel if she had no intention of following through. Of course this meant being brutally honest about her life. Did she want to spend her life with Joel? Realistically she knew it was for her family and not herself, so that solved one question. She could be content with having a husband and raising a family, after all that was what she had been brought up to believe, but would she be happy?
Dark eyes drifted towards the bedroom. If she was going to be this honest with herself, the answer was right in front of her. All she had to do was accept the truth of it.
At that moment Morgan stepped out of the bedroom, dressed in tight fitting jeans and T-shirt. Andrea knew Joel, or any other man for that matter, never looked that damn good in Levis and T-shirt. She was not able to take her eyes off the woman as she approached. She had her answer.
“So…” Morgan didn’t know where to look. She was being scrutinized intently.
“So…,” Andrea’s voiced the word softly. “Let’s get this washing done, okay? Then I can get what I want.”
“You want something?”
“Oh yeah. I’m itching to discover Central Park with you.”
“Do you think that’s really wise? Someone might see us together.” The words slipped out before she could stop herself.
“Are you worried about that? Are you ashamed to be seen with me?”
“Awww, hell, no. I didn’t mean it that way.” Hurt dark eyes looked at her and she ached inside. “No, of course I'm not. It’s just…. Oh, why did I say anything at all?” Morgan just kept putting that size 8 1/2 of hers right into her mouth.
“Then what are you getting at? Hey, I’m not gonna jump into your lap or hold your hand. Okay? I’ve even brought my camera, see?” She reached into her bag and extracted a small digital camera. “Look, I enjoy your company, nothing more.”
“I was just concerned about work, that’s all. Things can get even more uncomfortable than they are already.” The tall woman paused. “Nothing more?”
“Not today anyway. I will behave myself… honestly.” Morgan eyed her skeptically. “It’s a beautiful day out there. A nice walk in the park with you would be just fine.”
Fine. If she was being candid Morgan had to agree. It would be fine. She really did enjoy Andrea’s company. It was just the whole sexual attraction thing that had a habit of getting in the way of the companionship part. But she was being a wet blanket on Andrea’s plans for the day. Why couldn’t she just accept the day for what it was?
“Let me find a bag for the laundry.” Morgan turned back to the bedroom, a tiny smile touching her lips at the whispered moan that escaped the counselor’s lips. Her jeans were pretty tight and she suspected that the small woman liked what she saw. A little ego stroking was going a long way today.
* * *
The laundry took the best part of the morning, the ageing machinery making any sort of conversation impossible. Morgan watched the small woman sitting cross-legged on top of the bench, believing she knew exactly what was going through the counselor’s mind. Not a word had passed Andrea’s lips, but at that precise moment Morgan was ashamed of where she lived.
They were bound to stay put while the clothes were drying. Walk away and she would come back to an empty dryer. She learned that lesson the hard way. So she quietly sank into a depression, her content life now not good enough, at least, she believed, for the counselor.
* * *
Morgan never thought she would be so happy to be out in the fresh air, well, as fresh as New York City air could be, and going for a long walk. When she grabbed her handcuffs and removed her gun from her duty holster and loaded them into her off-duty holster pack, she earned a raised eyebrow from her companion, but she was not sorry for doing so. When she stepped out that door she was always on call.
It took a little convincing though to get Andrea to leave her purse behind, trying to impress on her the risks of purse snatching in the park. It was nearly a national pastime there. So, armed with her camera and her wallet tucked into her jeans pocket, Andrea walked beside the tall detective, her mind sifting through a myriad of thoughts, some about herself, some about the detective... well, most about the detective.
“Let’s take the subway. You want the New York experience? Well, that should cure your curiosity.” Morgan grabbed her hand, which surprised Andrea, and dragged her towards the nearest station. It took her a minute to realize that it was to guide only and not a sign of affection. Silly, but somehow that made her a little sad.
Morgan was right. She never wanted to ride the subway ever again, unless she had to. Still she had never been on such a complicated transport system and it amazed her that they actually arrived at where they wanted to go.
“Okay. I’m cured.” She mumbled as they exited the subway, stepping back into shadow and light and towering buildings. The concrete jungle. What an apt expression that was. The skyscrapers and narrow streets acted as the canopy that they, as human ants, scurried around in. She would like to think of herself as a cosmopolitan woman but sometimes, like now, this aspect of New York was daunting. It was big, crowded, noisy and full of life.
Morgan guided Andrea towards Central Park, stopping every so often to look in shop windows. The tall woman feigned interest as Andrea pointed at this and that, but clothes never really meant a lot to her except to cover her nakedness. Why buy a lot of fancy clothes? She never went anywhere or saw anyone. It was all pointless. Be comfortable, that was her motto.
* * *
By the time they reached the park it was just at lunch time. “You still want the full New York experience?” Morgan looked down at the small woman.
“Sure. Give it to me.”
It was such a leading statement and she bit her tongue not to make some smart aleck comment. “This way.” Morgan veered left and headed off down a side path towards a vendor’s cart parked a hundred feet away. “Two please, with the works.” The detective held up two fingers as she placed her order before that same hand disappeared into her front pocket to retrieve her wallet. She juggled the money, extracting a couple of bills after nearly dropping the thing, replacing the wallet clumsily in her back pocket. “Damnit!” she muttered, turning her head to Andrea, “Why did I ever let you talk me into wearing this sling?”
“Because you needed it. Now stop complaining and gimme my hotdog!” Andrea bypassed the redhead and went straight to the vendor, taking both hotdogs from him while Morgan settled everything back in place.
Morgan took the food, eyeing it warily. “This is going to be tricky.”
“Hey! You bought it, not me. Don’t go blaming this catastrophe on me.” Andrea spotted a park bench not far away and she motioned with her head. “Let’s go sit down and eat this before we drop everything.”
The counselor waited for Morgan to settle before handing over the convoluted mess that was her hotdog. “Do I want to ask what is on this thing?”
“Everything!” Morgan announced proudly. “You can’t have a hotdog without everything. It would be like having fries without ketchup!” She laughed at the horrified expression of Andrea.
The eating started out fine but as the hotdog got shorter and shorter Morgan started to lose control of it with her one hand. She impatiently waited while Andrea finished hers then had to suffer the indignity of being hand fed by the counselor. Her fierce independent streak was taking a beating today.
After she had been cleaned up like a two-year old, Morgan escorted Andrea around Central Park, sticking mainly to the Great Lawn and the lakes, strolling around and feeding the ducks. “Can I ask you something?” Morgan just knew this was the question she had been waiting for since this morning.
“Sure.” What could she say? No, mind your own business?
“Why do you live where you do?” There it was, in living color. The tall woman’s hesitation made Andrea think better of being inquisitive. ”Never mind, it’s none of my business.”
But Morgan knew she couldn’t leave it there. The woman had to know it wasn’t because she didn’t care, well partly. “Do you know how hard it is to get accommodations in this city?”
“I suppose I’m going to find out soon.”
“Yes, you will. But that aside, it’s cheap, it’s rent controlled and it’s not very far from work.”
“I know that a sergeant’s salary is not that bad. Couldn’t you afford something better?”
“Are you saying my place is a dump?” Morgan sounded offended.
“No! No, not at all… well, maybe a little. Please don’t be angry. I just don't see you living there like that.”
“Yeah, it is a dump but I keep it clean. The crime isn’t too bad in that area, the junkies are luckily a bit further away, so it’s a pretty good family neighborhood. Besides, it’s only me. I don’t need anything fancy.”
“So what do you do with the rest of your money?” A raised eyebrow made her mentally step back. “Sorry, none of my business again.”
“How about if I ask you what you do with your money, huh?”
“Point taken.” Andrea was duly chastised for being so bold. “So where are we going?”
“I’m saving it.”
“Pardon me?”
“I’m saving it. Some time down the road I want a place of my own… mine.”
“That’s pretty expensive here.”
“Not here. Out in the country, preferably along the coast somewhere.”
“And you would leave all this?”
“Not now, no. But if there came a time where the department and I no longer saw eye to eye anymore, then I would leave the force. Find a place to fish, to explore, maybe get a hobby or two. For now, I save. Why waste money on a place that houses only me?”
“That’s pretty frugal, my friend.”
“Ahhh, it doesn’t worry me. I live for the job, not the home. There’s no one in my life.”
“What about family.”
Morgan’s voice hardened. “I have no family.”
“You were any only child?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Did they die or something?”
“Or something. Can we change the subject please?” Morgan’s blood pressure was rising with the conversation.
“Okkayyy.” Andrea could see the agitation and wondered what had caused such a reaction. “How about we go up here?” She pointed to one of the quieter paths that circled the rim of the park.
“Fine.” The tall detective held a tight reign on her anger, knowing that the counselor didn’t deserve to be the object of her ire. She was just making conversation that’s all. “What about you? Tell me your deep dark secrets.”
“Me? I have no secrets. What you see is what you get.” Andrea appeared unconcerned by the foray into her personal life.
“So your dad is Jefferson Worthington, huh?”
“Yeah, so?”
“That’s a lot of money.”
“It wasn’t always like that. Mom and Dad both came from middle class families. You know… like you.” She looked directly into Morgan’s eyes, driving home her point. “We weren’t born into money. Well, I was but not my parents.”
“That’s quite an empire he has built in his lifetime. Very impressive.”
“Eh. Whatever.” Andrea watched the ground as they strolled under the trees, walking in the dappled sunlight. “Why is it that people are so interested in our money?”
“Because we don’t have it.”
“Well, it’s not an issue with me.”
“That’s because you never had to go without.” There was a tinge of edginess to that statement and Andrea suspected it was a sore point. By the sounds of it, Morgan had nothing to worry about her financial future. She was taking care of that quite well herself.
“And you won’t either. Stop worrying about money, alright? You have a very sensible financial plan and you seem very committed to it.”
“I have to be.” Morgan sounded bitter, alerting Andrea to the fact that there was a story to be told, just not quite yet. “You have any brothers or sisters?”
“I have a bro…” Her attention was drawn to a man in an overcoat. From what she could see he had no pants on, his bare legs sticking out a pair of high tops.
Morgan turned her head to see what had distracted the small woman. “Oh, good Lord…”
She barely got the words out before the coat opened and they were faced with a naked man. Andrea couldn’t help herself. “That’s a small threat, it being summer and all. It must be a nightmare to find it in winter.” She giggled at his forlorn expression. He had hoped for a better reaction. To add insult to injury, she brought up her camera to her face and took a photo for posterity.
Morgan, on the other hand, was pissed. “Put the damned thing away, will you?” Her hand immediately went to her badge, drawing it out and waving it in his face. “Hey pal, you picked the wrong woman!”
One look at the glint of metal and he was off, running down the gentle incline towards the Great Lawn and hopefully escape. He kept looking over his shoulder to see where the detective was, not seeing an elderly lady step into his path. Both hit the asphalt with a thud, the elderly lady landing awkwardly. The flasher scrambled up off the ground, wrapping his coat around himself in a rather belated gesture of attempting to cover his indignity. He spotted the old lady’s bag and grabbed it as he continued his escape.
“Get back here, you lousy pervert!” Morgan yelled, ripping her arm from her sling as she took off after her naked runner. “Good God.” She stopped to help the old woman up, asking her if she was alright. But the woman didn’t answer, a dazed and confused look on her face making the redhead wondered if she had hit her head on the pavement.
Within moments Andrea was behind her, pushing her to continue the chase. “I’ll take care of this. You go get him!”
For a second their eyes met before Morgan ran down the hill, stretching out her long legs to try to gain some distance on the man, whose open coat was flapping in the breeze. She could easily follow him. All she had to do was to follow the raucous laughter as he streaked by. A loud bang drew her attention, changing her direction back onto the path they had just come down.
Rounding the curve she saw him. The vendor’s cart that they had eaten their lunch at was overturned, the hotdog man swearing in some Baltic language at the man in the overcoat who was lying face down on the cement. He tried to rise but a large foot planted itself in his back, shoving him back to the ground and drawing an agonized grunt from him. “Stay put,” she muttered menacingly. For good measure she applied her weight over the foot, pushing his genitals into the asphalt.
Morgan couldn’t help but smile as the man’s discomfort, taking her time calling the arrest in. She waited several moments relishing his pain before lifting him to his feet. “You move one muscle and I’ll shoot the thing off. You got me?” The sound of dripping water made her cringe and she looked over her shoulder at the vendor while the perp lost his battle with his bladder.
She shifted the pathetic man further away from the cart. “Do the damned coat up, will you?” He frantically reached for the buttons, his hands shaking like leaves in the wind. He was terrified that the woman was going to emasculate him.
“Arms behind your back.” As he complied, Morgan pulled out her handcuffs, struggling to attach them with one hand. “You have the right to remain silent…” Mechanically she Mirandized him, not even waiting for an answer to the questions.
A uniformed officer arrived on horseback, looking down at the perp and the detective. Before things got too confusing, she drew out her badge, waving it in the air at the officer. “This gentleman was airing his grievances to the public, Officer. It seemed no one was interested.” She smiled, hearing the chuckles at the perp’s expense. “In the course of his apprehension, he also snatched a bag from a sweet little old lady. I have read him his rights so he is all yours.”
As the officer exchanged her handcuffs for his own, she extracted her business card and handed it over. “I have to go back to see how the lady is doing. I’ll bring her back down here and we can get this paperwork moving.”
Morgan helped the vendor tip up his cart, albeit with one hand, but her assistance was appreciated. She jogged back up the path towards Andrea, stopping short when she spotted the small woman waving her hands frantically in front of the old woman. Thinking there was some disagreement she picked up speed, arriving within moments.
“Is everything okay here?” She didn’t understand.
“Fine. She’s just telling me about her son in Florida.”
“She was?”
“She was signing.”
“Signing? What are you talking about?”
“She’s deaf, Morgan. She’s using sign language.”
“And you read Sign?”
“Sure.”
“I didn’t know you were bi-lingual.”
“Of course.”
“And you do it like a pro.”
“I’m going to go with professional here, otherwise I should be insulted. Yeah, I grew up with sign.” She left the rest hanging, knowing very well that it would drive Morgan crazy. Patiently, she waited for the question.
“God. Alright! Alright! You know I’ve got to ask.” Green eyes narrowed in annoyance. “Who in your family is deaf?”
“My brother.”
“And you’re gonna leave it at that?”
“Yep. Nothing more to say. He’s deaf and I know sign language. Isn’t that enough?”
“Not nearly enough.”
“Well, you have your secrets, Detective, and I have mine. I’ve got to have some mystery.”
“And you expect me to be an open book.”
“Yes. Your point?” Morgan snorted. Women…
“Here you go, ma’am.” She automatically spoke to the old lady, instantly forgetting she couldn’t hear a word.
“’ank yoo.” It was a strange accent, born from not being able to hear the words she was uttering. An aged hand rested on top of her own, patting gently in thanks.
Morgan looked into those gentle eyes and smiled. “You’re welcome,” she muttered, watching the face crease as the old woman grinned.
Andrea stood by and watched the interaction, unable to stop a smile of her own surfacing. She had glimpsed the policewoman in action, both the tough cop and the caring public servant, and she was proud that she knew her. What they had said about the woman was true.
Continued in Part 12
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