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Don’t say a word, just come over and lie here with me
Cause I’m just about to set fire to everything I see
I want you so bad I’ll go back on the things I believe
There I just said it, I’m scared you’ll forget about me
She felt exhausted from all the tears and the emotions that came spilling out of her. This is the most she’d opened up to someone, and she’s glad that in the end it’s Morgan. She felt relieved and lighter, like the weights on her shoulders were lifted and she was free.
“Stay with me tonight, Pop.” She whispers, as she wipes her tears away.
“Just tonight?” She teases her, she was still situated in Morgan’s lap. She kisses the side of her neck, delicately stroking her cheek with her thumb. “You can’t get rid of me anymore. Are you okay with that?”
“I want you. I’ll never let you go, not anymore.” She smiles at her softly, her eyes glistening with affection. Poppy felt the sincerity in her words, if she had tears to spare she might start crying all over again. All she could do is hold Morgan close and whisper all the things she failed to say before.
It had been a long day, now that the adrenaline was leaving her system, she felt the ache and the weariness in her body. Poppy slinks off her lap and lies down in her bed, looking intensely at her. She looked forward to having Poppy by her side. That makes her smile, she can scarcely believe it, this beautiful human being wanted her too.
“What? Why are you smiling?”
She shakes her head. “You’re beautiful.” Her voice was completely honest and full of adoration.
She laughs easily. “Shut up.” She smiles shyly and looks up at her “Do you mean it?”
“Of course.”
“Nobody called me that before, at least not without expecting something for me. People think I’m shallow, they give me empty words they think I want to hear. They call me hot and attractive, expecting me to have sex with them, taking advantage of me, when they sense I’m desperate for warmth. And the sad thing about that is I let them.” She smiles sadly. “That’s why I was cautious of you, Morgan.”
She kneels down in front of her, she felt livid, at all those who hurt her, made her feel broken and used. That’s why she was always lashing out. She wanted to protect her from this cruel world, to just take her and run away. She felt nothing but tenderness and awe for this brave woman bearing her soul to her. How long was it since she fully trusted someone, felt wanted or loved?
She takes her hands and leaves a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist. “You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are. I’m going to show you every day how lucky I am that you chose me.” Her voice was raw, she wanted to get through to her, her voice conveyed how desperate she was for her to know.
Poppy sits up, overwhelmed by the honesty and conviction of her words, and for the first time in a long time, she wanted to believe. She pulls her closer and kisses her, she was never good with words, so she let her actions speak for her. She wanted Morgan to feel how thankful she was and how much she cared for her.
“Pop, I’m going to take a shower. You can go change, just get whatever you want from my dresser, there’s an extra toothbrush in the bathroom.”
She sees her having trouble pulling her shirt up, wincing when it grazes her eye. Poppy steps over to her, helping her out, she relents to her touch. She walks her to the bathroom and helps her into the shower, checking the temperature before letting her in. She startles, when Poppy takes off her clothes and steps in with her. “What are you-” She turns around, self-conscious.
Poppy moves closer, not saying a word and dispenses the shampoo in her hands, lathering Morgan’s hair, she massages it in her scalp. It felt good against her pounding head. “Let me take care of you this time.”
They were in complete silence; the only movement were Poppy’s hands in her hair. She reaches for the body wash and their hands touch. “Stop, Let me.” Poppy says softly, she stands still letting her. She backs them into the spray, washing away all the bad and starting anew.
Here it was and she wasn’t ready for the intimacy, she dreamed of it for so long and now that she felt it, it’s like a shock to her system, Poppy was offering it to her generously. She wondered how many people ever saw this side of her, she felt pity for those who never tried to get to know her, but she’s thankful for the chance to be there for her.
They dry off and get dressed, walking back, hands intertwined. They lay down, after Morgan takes her pain killers, which made her drowsy. Poppy nurses her bruise by pressing an ice pack to her eye, she hisses at the pain and she soothes her with kisses.
“So… who really did it? Do you have a fight club I don’t know about?”
“There is no fight club.” Morgan chuckles, slurring her words.
“Uhuh. Just tell me. I won’t kill them.”
“Really? You’re clenching my shirt tightly. I’ll tell you tomorrow.” She tries so hard to keep her eyes open, she wanted to savor this moment with Poppy. “Will you still be here?” Her eyes felt heavy, the last thing she sees is Poppy smiling and nodding before darkness overtake her.
“Always.” When she senses her steady breathing, she whispers. “I love you, Morgan.” She leaves a lingering kiss, she settles her head in Morgan’s chest and even as she’s sleeping, she pulls her closer, melding their bodies together.
She wakes up in a tangled mess with her sheets and Poppy is nowhere to be found. She heads to the bathroom, feeling dejected. She hears a noise from her kitchen and lots of swearing. She heads over and grins at the sight.
“Motherf-”
“The queen has a filthy mouth.” She makes her presence known, still amused by the scene in front of her.
She turns around and the words die off in her lips. “Morgan! Good Morning, I’m sorry about the mess.” She pads over to her and kisses her. Her heart danced around happily, she liked domesticity. Poppy looked home here and it was a welcome sight.
“Your pancakes are burning.”
“Shit.” She looks for any to be salvaged, she sighs and throws the black mess out, she douses the pan before it can set off the fire alarm. “So much for a hearty breakfast. You distracted me.”
“It was burning well before you noticed me.” She moves closer and lifts her so she could sit in the counter. She locks Morgan in place with her legs, she looks down and kisses Morgan over and over. She shivers when she rests her hands in her waist, under her hoodie.
“I’ll cook for you. Stay there.” She watches as Morgan walks around confidently but somehow manages to get pancake batter in her cheek. “Come here.” She walks closer, curious. She then licks it off her cheek, Morgan gapes at her.
“You’ll get salmonella.”
“Way to ruin the moment.” She rolls her eyes, still smiling.
“You’re not going to distract me, just because you burnt yours.”
“And here I thought I was being subtle.”
When they finish eating together. She was quiet, something was still bothering her.
“What’s wrong? You’re thinking hard.” She was pulled from her thoughts; Morgan was worriedly looking at her, scared that she might be rethinking everything about last night.
“You still haven’t told me who punched you.” She looks her over, eyes glued to her face. “It looks worse than yesterday.” She touches it softly.
“Don’t I look badass?”
“Yes, but don’t change the subject.” She fixes her with a stern look.
Morgan sighs. Sorry Chloe I tried, but Poppy’s more terrifying than you. Before I do, I want you to promise you won’t do anything rash.” She nods.
“It was Chloe.” She turns around and heads for the door, but Morgan catches her arm and pulls her back. “I knew it, you promised Pop.”
“She hurt you. I’m going to kill her.” Morgan just shakes her head. “Let me at least torture Chloe first. I want to see her squirm.”
“After you left, she confronted me, she was furious that I hurt you. She cares a lot about you and was just looking out for you. I don’t blame her, if I was in her position I would’ve done the same.”
“You didn’t deserve it; it was my fault anyway. I shouldn’t have assumed.” She surrenders herself to Morgan’s embrace. “How dare that girl even kiss you.” She leans back and looks her in the eyes. “You didn’t reciprocate the kiss right?”
“I didn’t.” She was amused by the jealousy coming off of her, but she didn’t want to push her luck by teasing her. “You’re the only one for me, you know that right?”
“Remind me?”
Morgan wiggles her eyebrows at her. She couldn’t resist.
“I changed my mind.” She strides to the door and looks back, smirking at Morgan. She bends her finger and motions for her to come closer.
“Oh.” She walks over to her, dazed.
She takes her breath away with a fierce kiss. She trails her hands down her chest, her other hand tangling in her hair. Morgan tilts her head and nips at her neck, making her moan.
Poppy asks her, with a husky voice. “Go on a date with me?”
“Yes.” She agrees readily, still occupied with kissing Poppy.
Poppy suddenly detaches herself and smirks up at her. “Then, pick me up at 6.” She chuckles and exits her dorm, leaving her standing and staring after her.
“Wait!” She was left flustered, but slowly a goofy smile spreads in her lips. “God, what a tease. She’ll be the death of me.”
When the door clicks shut, she whispers; “I love you too, Pop.”