Possessing Morgan:
A Matter of Conviction
by Aurelia
Part 28
See Part 1 for Disclaimers
Chapter 28
Nothing… nothing had hurt as much as this. Driven through her heart like a red-hot poker, Andrea’s betrayal had left a gaping hole in her, her soul cast adrift and wandering aimlessly and alone. Her logical mind was screaming at her I told you so, but at this point she didn’t want to listen. She wanted to feel nothing, for someone to take away this pain and leave her alone to just exist, nothing more.
Morgan had barely made it home before the tears began to fall. As the door closed to the outside world she slid down the wood, landing clumsily on the floor because of one good leg, letting the tears and the pain come. She desperately wanted them to be over so she could dismiss this as one more harsh lesson life had to offer her. Despite her best intentions she knew that this particular lesson would not be forgotten so easily.
The darkness of her apartment so fitted her mood that she didn’t even bother searching for a light, content to just sit against the door and mourn for what might have been. What had gone wrong? Had she so underestimated Andrea’s intentions? She thought not but she saw the truth with her own eyes. Joel had answered the door of Andrea’s apartment in a towel. IN A TOWEL! Then, to rub her face in it, he draped his arm over the small woman’s shoulder.
Why do I torture myself like this? Because you deserve it, you fool! You weak-minded, love-starved fool! Where had all her resolve gone not to get involved? She knew why; because she didn’t want to live her life alone any more. Her promise to herself all those years ago had kept her in good stead, but it was now time to step out of the shadows and rejoin the human race. She was so, so tired of being alone.
There was a knock at the door and she could feel the small blonde through the wood.
What the hell happened? Morgan had come to her with that card in her hand. It was the sign, she just knew it. Then, just as abruptly, she left, leaving Andrea scratching her head as to what had just happened.
Andrea had left Joel at her apartment, wishing him a good trip home. Something had gone wrong and she sensed if she didn’t fix in up now it would never be fixed. Armed with the dropped card, Andrea found herself on Morgan’s doorstep. She knew where the woman was. The door did not vibrate when she knocked on it, the rap sounding dull and solid like something was leaning against it. Morgan.
“Morgan, honey, open the door.”
“Go away.” Andrea was shocked to hear the hoarseness in that voice, the despair, the anguish.
“Come on, we can’t have this conversation in front of your neighbors. Open up and let’s talk.”
“There’s nothing to talk about.”
“There most certainly is. I want to know why you are upset.”
Could this woman be so cold as to not even realize what she had done? No, Morgan knew Andrea better than that, or so she thought. “It seems you have made your decision and I’m gonna have to live with that.”
“Made my decision? What the hell are you talking about, woman!” Andrea was more confused that ever. “Open this damned door or I’ll keep pounding until every neighbor on this floor is out here to watch.”
Morgan was really not up for a confrontation, but she was not up for explanations to the other residents either. Struggling to her feet, she numbly reached for the door handle. She hesitated while her hand passed over her face, wiping away the tears.
“Good God, Morgan! Look at you!” Andrea pushed past the redhead, shifting the conversation away from prying eyes. She continued further into the apartment until she reached Morgan’s bedroom, switching on the glaring overhead light. She could sense the tall detective behind her and she grabbed her hand, leading her to the edge of the mattress. “Now, sit.” Waiting for the woman to do as she asked, Andrea looked around for the bedside lamp and switched it on before flicking off the overhead light and bathing the room in a muted orange glow.
By the look in those hurt green eyes infinite care was going to be needed to get over whatever indiscretion she had been accused of. She lowered herself to her knees in front of the seated woman, looking up at her beseechingly. “Honey, what have I done? Please tell me.”
Why was she making me say it? It was like plunging the dagger in and twisting it around, continuing her agony. “You know what you did. Why do you want me to suffer more?”
“Honey…”
“Don’t call me ‘honey’. I’m not your ‘honey’.”
“Yes you are, Morgan. You’re my one and only. Are you still fighting this? Cause I’m not going to give you up. You’re the one that I want.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Will you please make sense!”
“If you wanted Joel, you didn’t have to flaunt him in my face.”
“Joel? What’s Joel got to do with this?”
Morgan sighed deeply. “Joel? You remember him? The one standing next to you in a towel? The one with his arm draped over you.”
Ohhh… “You don’t have to be jealous… Mo.” Andrea watched Morgan’s eyes narrow at the use of the diminutive.
“I am NOT jealous!”
“Yes, you are… and I’m very flattered… but there is no reason to be. He was in town for a couple of days and I offered to put him up. He stayed on the sofa, my little jealous redhead, and nothing happened. He was just having a shower when you knocked. I suppose he was just getting in one final parting shot since you effectively stole me from under his nose.”
Dull emerald eyes brightened with the news. “Uhh?”
“And now… my love… I believe this is yours.” Andrea presented the card, and all that it implied. “It looks like it’s my turn to jimmy the lock.” The small blonde rose from her haunches, placing her hands on Morgan’s thighs and slowly running her fingers up the brushed material. “So…”
Doe eyes the shade of molten honey watched her closely, alternating between her own chocolate eyes and watching her fingers slowly rising up those thighs. Andrea stood, her legs brushing Morgan’s knees, allowing her hands to leave the seated woman and rise to her blouse. Momentarily, those eyes widened as she realized what Andrea was about to do. “This is your last chance to run…”
Morgan was stunned. Her crumbling world had done a fast rewind and was intact again. Thinking back, she really hadn’t given Andrea a chance to explain, consciously missing the annoyed look on the counselor when that arm had draped over her shoulder. The signs had been there but she hadn’t seen it, content to believe the worst on superficial evidence.
So, here she was. A sacrificial lamb to the little blonde lioness in front of her stalking her, and she would willingly go, scattering to the four winds all her doubts, questions and suspicions. This was their time and she would grab the chance with both hands… well with one good hand and a bum wrist.
Avid eyes agonizingly watched as the counselor began to strip, each button taking an eternity to reveal a tiny patch of pale flesh. Morgan’s hands twitched, even her sore one, eager to just rip the offending material off her. It was nearly painful watching the slow track of those hands, but it was a sweet, sweet torture.
Andrea couldn’t help but smile at Morgan’s reaction, knowing very well that the woman was barely holding onto her self-control with all the strength in her body. This slow strip was sheer agony for them both, but she was not going to be rushed. Andrea considered this payback for all the denial Morgan had imposed on them both, leaving her frustrated and wanting.
“Now…” Andrea dropped her voice, allowing that Southern drawl to fill her words. “…sugar, are you my honey now? Hmmm?” She continued to undo buttons and shift material, allowing the silk to slide sensuously down her skin. A small gasp escaped her as every nerve ending in her body screamed for more and her mind filled with erotic images of the woman in front of her. Now she would be able to finally answer the question that had been haunting her since she had known Morgan.
“Y’all like what you see, Detective?” As she talked, grass green eyes, darkened to tawny orbs in the low light, darkened even further as the redhead’s excitement grew. Oh yeah, she liked what she saw, eager to the point of frustration to see more.
“You know I do, you vixen.” Morgan’s own voice had dropped to a deep growl. “And if you take much longer, I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
A low, throaty laugh escaped Andrea’s lips, taunting Morgan with its sensuality. Finally, the blonde was down to her underwear. These were decidedly different from those worn that first night in the counselor’s hotel room. These were virgin white, but there was nothing virgin about them. The wisps of lace were minute and left very little to the imagination. Pink nipples played hide and seek behind the lacy covering while the underpants were nothing more than a G-string. How could she wear that thing? Morgan thought for a moment about wearing such an item of clothing, internally wincing at the eternal discomfort the woman had put up with to look good for her.
Andrea lifted her leg to the bed, making eye contact with Morgan. “C’mon honey. You can help me.” Morgan’s eyes shifted to the stockings and the clasps of the garter belt. As much as the thought of the counselor in nothing but a garter belt and stockings was calling to her, she wanted nothing but skin between the two of them, for Andrea to be as naked and vulnerable as she would be.
There was almost a reverence in the act of removing the stockings, slowly and lovingly sliding them down soft skin and defined muscle. Morgan was in Heaven, she knew it, where only moments before she had been in Hell. What a difference a few words made to her life. Talk about agony and ecstasy.
She pulled Andrea to her, wrapping long arms around the narrow waist and bringing her lips in contact with the flawless skin inches from her face. For the moment she was content to just feel, drawing her cheek over the concave of Andrea’s stomach, her hands spread across a naked back. Unconsciously those same hands lowered, finally holding that piece of the young woman’s anatomy that had so enchanted her in the sports store. Long fingers kneaded solid muscle and tender flesh, one cheek in each hand, and she steadfastly ignored the nagging pain in her arm for the sake of the experience.
Small, strong fingers found their way into Morgan’s hair, fanning fiery tendrils out in wild disarray. “I like your hair this way.” The accent flowed over her, seeping into the cracks in her psyche and calming her soul.
“Yeah?” she mumbled into the pliant flesh. Morgan looked up the short body, her sight following the line of terrain over ribs, breasts and neck, to finally settle on that angelic face whose eyes shone in the dim light.
“It suits you.”
“If I had known, I would have cut it sooner.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You are a stubborn woman, Morgan O’Callaghan. I would have had to cut it in your sleep.” A quiet chuckle escaped both women.
“Yeah, probably.”
“Thank you.”
“For what?” Had Morgan forgotten something?
“For being there when I needed you. For saving me in more ways than one. For loving me…”
Morgan swallowed hard. Love.
Andrea saw her hesitate, so she moved the conversation away from the L word. Perhaps she wasn’t ready for such a commitment. She tipped the detective’s head up, lowering her head the rest of the way to make contact, savoring those luscious lips one more time. This was when Andrea felt the rightness of her decision, that Morgan belonged in a place inside her that was hers and hers alone.
Lips and tongues touched and tasted, re-learning all those secrets that had been glimpsed in stolen moments. Andrea felt the two strong hands move, gently massaging her ass before moving to the thin straps of the G-string. Her heart skipped a beat at Morgan’s step towards having her naked. She wanted this, she really did, but her naiveté in this particular arena sent her pulse into a wild hammering against her ribcage, forcing her breathing up a notch in anticipation, and perhaps with a touch of fear.
“What?” The redhead sensed her apprehension.
“It’s nothing.”
“If… if you don’t want to do this…” Morgan could feel disappointment spike through her, her paranoia surfacing and whispering to her. You knew this wasn’t going to happen. You’re not good enough for her.
Andrea answered as only she could. Placing her hands over orange-dusted fingers she helped guide Morgan’s hands down her legs, stepping delicately out of the underwear. She could feel that heated stare slide down her body, scorching a path down to the center of her and residing there long enough to satisfy idle curiosity but not long enough to be rudely staring. Soft lips again brushed her skin, barely touching her in passing, but expressing a tenderness that could not be spoken, at least not yet. Andrea knew what was in Morgan’s heart, even if the taller woman didn’t, and she would just love her until she was ready.
The blonde allowed Morgan to wander, to acquaint herself with her body and to find all those hills, valleys, dips and curves that she herself would soon discover on the tall detective. Andrea was hard pressed to stand still, closing her eyes to the delicate sensations of strong hands gently exploring her. So immersed in her own pleasure Andrea hadn’t realized that her bra and garter belt were now missing, lying carelessly on the floor next to her discarded underpants.
Deep brown orbs looked down into dark green, their excitement passing between them as if it were a solid entity. The small woman’s eyes dropped as a wandering hand rose to claim her breast, inquisitive fingers circling a protruding nipple. She looked back down to Morgan, a sly smile crossing her lips as those fingers closed in on their target, teasing her mercilessly until her head tilted back and a low moan was torn from her lips. “Oh God, Morgan. What you do to me…” The slow caress became a solid pinch, sending a twinge of pleasure coursing through the blonde’s body to her center and causing her to buck in the detective’s grasp. “Please…”
“Please, what…” Morgan’s voice fell to a low rumble, the intonation leaving Andrea in no doubt that she was going to be loved in the worst possible way, exactly what she was in the mood for. Her eyes dropped to watch the tall redhead’s lips rise to meet her tortured nipple, laving it gently before latching onto it. Her mouth opened in a silent cry, every nerve ending in her body screaming for release.
“Please, honey, put me out of my misery.”
“Not yet.”
“Please, Morgan, you’re killing me here!”
Emboldened by her desire Morgan expressed her inner thoughts. “You don’t want me to love you?” Soft pink lips brushed the abused nipple. “To touch you?” One long finger touched her pale curls. “To kiss you?” He lips moved to her other breast, teasing the second nipple. “To... taste you?” That same finger slid down along her before disappearing into Morgan’s mouth.
Beguiling eyes taunted her to deny her inner desires. Of course, she wanted it all. Patience, Andrea, patience. Sparks of fire flew from orbs nearly black with arousal. “Then get on with it.”
“Tsk tsk, Andrea Worthington. You must learn some patience. All good things come to those who wait.”
But she was not prepared to wait. Shoving Morgan back to land clumsily on the bed she immediately grasped the buttons and zipper of her pants, attacking the taller woman with a vengeance. She was tired of all this teasing. Clothes flew in a flurry as the counselor made short work of the material, drawing a chuckle from her lover.
“So, I see you’re impatient after all.”
“You have said ‘no’ from the moment we met, Morgan O’Callaghan. Finally, all the barriers why we couldn’t be together have been removed and yet you still say ‘no’. No more…” she voice softened, “…my love. I must have you now.”
“As you wish, my lady.” Now as naked as the counselor, Morgan pulled Andrea down to the bed, rolling over on top of her and sliding her body against the soft skin below her, allowing them both to feel breasts against breasts, stomach against stomach and hip against hip, finally indulging her wish made not so long ago. “What is your heart’s desire, Andrea?”
“My heart’s desire? I thought I was looking at that.”
“Heh. How do you want me to love you?”
“Just by being you, Morgan. You have already given me everything I want, so this is just the icing on the cake. Show me, my love. Show me how to love you.” A gentle smile crossed Morgan’s lips at such sweet words, her dimples emerging in response to the love uttered. Their lips once again met, almost chaste in that single touch, taking a moment just for a simple affirmation of their commitment to one another. Morgan pulled back to study the counselor, allowing her thumbs to brush over high cheekbones and to touch her beauty mark momentarily.
Before Morgan could speak four words floated in the air. “You are so beautiful.” How had Andrea voiced just what had been going through her own head?
“No, I’m not.”
“Oh, yes you are. You are absolutely gorgeous.”
“Oh, come on. I’m tall, skinny and covered in freckles.”
An impish smile crossed Andrea’s face as her own hands reached up to touch the freckled face. “Yes, you are,” she whispered. “Like I said… beautiful.”
“Me?” Morgan had always thought of herself as the gawky teenager from all those years ago – a tall, thin, freckle-faced kid with a mass of frizzy orange hair.
“Yes, you.” Andrea pulled the face that haunted her dreams down towards her, brushing her lips against the incredibly soft skin. “Love me…” the words came out on a sigh, the plea in them reaching inside Morgan and wrapping around her heart. “Love me…”
Short, firm fingers explored the broad back they were resting on, feeling solid muscle bunch and flex as Morgan proceeded to answer Andrea’s plea. A warm, wet tongue investigated a nearby earlobe, Morgan’s hot breath sending goosebumps over Andrea’s sensitized skin. That same tongue wandered aimlessly down the swan-like neck awaiting her touch, taking up residence in the hollow at the base of her neck.
Andrea was awash with sensation, her body responding to Morgan in the basest of ways. It was like coming home. As Morgan gently nipped and tasted her skin Andrea tried to think of a more eloquent sentiment but she was lost for words. She had found her home, residing inside the woman above her. It was as simple as that. A gentle smile touched her lips as the truth settled within her.
The redhead felt the tiny muscles shift in Andrea, lifting her head to see the secretive smile touch her face. “What?”
“Oh, nothing.”
“No. Come on. What’s that smile for?”
“Just something… mushy. You wouldn’t like it.”
“No? Try me.”
A short, delicate finger came up to brush Morgan’s face, slowly sliding down her long, planed cheek. “I was just thinking how right this is, you loving me. I have found my home…” her hand lowered to rest over the detective’s heart, “… in here.” Andrea watched a blush start to rise up her partner’s face. “Told you it was mushy.”
“Yes, you did. Silly me.” Twin dimples winked at the counselor as a slow grin widened across the tall woman’s face. Lovingly, Andrea reached up and hooked her hand around Morgan’s neck, pulling her gently down towards expectant lips.
They touched, slowly and thoroughly exploring soft flesh with moist tongues. There was no rush or demand, only selfless giving to the other’s humble entreaty. Several minutes passed with nothing more than a whispered sigh or a muffled moan, content to just enjoy the intimacy of holding each other. Andrea’s heart ached with the tenderness Morgan showed her, and she was unable to stop the words slipping past her lips, “I love you.” She felt the woman tense and she held her breath for the reaction.
“I… I…” Her words were halted by a finger on her lips.
“Shhh. I’m not expecting an answer. I just felt a need to say it, that’s all.”
“But…”
“No, it will come, Morgan, when you’re ready.”
“When?”
“When, Morgan. It’s only a matter of time.”
“You seem awfully sure of yourself there, young lady.”
Dark brown pools bored into her. “I am.” Those two words were said with utter conviction, two words that rang like a pure-pitch bell in the silence of the night that resonated in her heart. This small blonde was making a claim for her soul and she was unable to stop her.
Morgan’s emotions had taken a battering recently so she let her body speak for her, worshipping every piece of skin she could find. Breathless moans and quiet whimpers spoke as clearly as a Shakespearean sonnet. Her pain was long forgotten as she reveled in the woman that was Andrea Worthington.
Andrea felt herself slipping once more into that pool of pure pleasure as Morgan weaved her magic. Gentle exploration was soon replaced by passionate encouragement as the tall woman’s desire climbed. Nothing was sacred as the Morgan led Andrea to her final destination, long fingers touching, exploring and caressing hidden recesses that had only been touched by Joel. Her previous experience of pleasure had been left far behind under the careful guidance of her detective. Nothing would ever be the same.
Morgan shifted herself down the lithe body beneath her, intent on reaching her ultimate goal. Her injuries made the journey difficult but she paid them no heed, intent on her young companion’s pleasure above all else.
Andrea felt herself climbing, her body instinctively reaching for the peak Morgan was showing her. Every touch was exquisite torture designed to break her spirit. Every breath was life in these moments of perfection. She hadn’t known that heaven existed on earth, but the redhead held it in the palm of her hand.
Morgan had never felt such joy as she did watching her little blonde fall apart. Consummation hit the small woman like a tornado, a strangled cry escaping curvaceous pink lips as the detective drew out Andrea’s pleasure. Morgan laid her head on the quivering skin, feeling the rapid rise and fall of her abdomen as Andrea tried to draw in life-giving air.
“Oh God…” Andrea whimpered.
“If you say so. I don’t claim that title though.” She felt the body rumble with the chuckle. “That was… amazing.”
‘But you didn’t…”
“Yes, I did. Through you. Your reaction was just exquisite.” Morgan rested her chin on the soft skin, her darkening eyes watching the young woman’s joy. Her long finger rose to caress a flushed cheek. “Exquisite,” she whispered.
“And you…” Andrea’s voice was hoarse with emotion, barely able to express what she so longed to say. Gently, she guided Morgan onto her back, mindful of her still healing body. “So much pain…” How could one woman suffer so much?
“It was worth it.”
“I’ve never been worth that much before.”
“You are priceless.” A sweet smile crossed the petite woman’s lips. She had said something right for once. She had done good.
Soft lips touched, offering long lingering kisses. How had her spirit survived for so long without this nourishment to her soul? Morgan eagerly lapped up the blonde’s attention, basking in the loving glow of the counselor. Those same lips shifted, anointing her skin with butterfly kisses, discovering her star-dusted skin along its way.
All that had happened between them came down to this, and Andrea held onto it with both hands. Bodies became aroused and souls soared in the heavens as the small woman allowed her spirit free reign to express her love as only she knew how. Instinct and emotion guided her hands, lips and tongue in her discovery of love, expressing all that she was with a passionate reverence. Andrea finally understood what Morgan meant. The redhead’s cries of completion struck at the heart of her, filling her soul with such joy she had never experienced before. “Exquisite…” Andrea repeated. Morgan had said it all.
Morgan had forgotten what this was like. How could she? Love was a life-altering experience. How had her mind had wiped it from her memory? Because she had never experienced it before. She may have thought she had but she hadn’t.
The silence drew around them like a warm blanket and they were loathe to disturb the serenity. Morgan clumsily reached down for a blanket, pulling it over their sated bodies to rest. “Sleep.” The low murmur rumbled from her chest, vibrating through the small hand resting on her chest. “Later.”
And so they rested, snuggled together in the soft nest of a blanket as they slowly drifted off into a contented sleep. Several moments passed before Morgan murmured one final thought. “I love you too.” She was unaware of dark brown eyes glowing with joy as her own pale eyes disappeared under the weight of slumber.
That final barrier had finally disappeared. She was ready to live again.
THE END.
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