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Morgan groaned into Julia's mouth as she was pushed against the wall of the janitor's closet, wrists tightly bound in Julia's hands. Julia was kissing her, deep and hard, and soon her hands traveled from Morgan's wrists to up her body, under her shirt and around her waist. They nipped at each other's lips, barely broke for breath and fought over who had control, more ferocious with each passing second. Morgan wanted to take over, to be in charge, so she grabbed Julia's hips and flipped them around, now holding Julia to the wall and moving the kiss down to the base of Julia's neck.

It had been two months since their first kiss, and now the two could barely control themselves around each other. They met at the same spot every day at school, at the same time, and did the exact same thing for roughly five minutes: make out in the janitors closet. Only this time Morgan wanted to go further, so much further. She began kissing and biting Julia's neck, hoping to leave a hickey, and felt Julia's hands crawl into her deep red hair. Morgan smiled against Julia's skin, moving up her neck and back to her lips, this time kissing softly, gently. Julia moaned quietly, and Morgan finally pulled back, just enough to glance at her watch. "Two minutes," she breathed.

"Just stay right there." Julia tenderly wrapped her arms around Morgan's neck, burying her face into Morgan's chest. "I wanna tell you something, cowboy," she said quietly.

"Yeah, princess?"

"I think..." she paused, "I think I love you."

Morgan was quiet for about twenty seconds before she buried her face into Julia's hair and said, "I love you, too. I think I have for a while."

"You know I fell for you the first time I laid eyes on you?"

"Who wouldn't?" Julia playfully punched Morgan. "I mean, I fell for you then, too."

Julia smirked and looked up at Morgan, examined her facial features. Her look softened. "Wanna ditch?"

"God, I thought you'd never ask."

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"So, we're alone, right?" Julia asked as Morgan opened the garage door to her house. The smell of oil and power tools filled her lungs, and Julia winced a bit at the scent.

"Completely." Morgan led Julia through the garage and into her small house. It was tiny but clean, homey and endearing in a comfortable sense. A leather couch sat in front of a T.V., a small kitchen nearby, followed by a hallway with three doors; the bathroom and bedrooms. "Follow me, princess."

They entered Morgan's room, decorated with band and movie posters, a few dirty clothes on the floor and a guitar sitting in the corner. Julia looked around for a few moments, as she had never been to Morgan's house before, and approached the shiny blue guitar. "You play?"

"Since I was five."

"Serenade me, then." Julia picked up the guitar and handed it to Morgan, who took it and plopped down on the bed. Julia followed after her.

Morgan began with a small strum of the guitar, checking the strings and pitch and making sure it was in turn, and then she began to strum a simple rhythm, clearing her throat. Her eyes locked on the fingerboard, focused, and she began to sing.

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day

When it's cold outside, I've got the month of May

I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl

"Really, cowboy?" Julia chuckled.

Morgan continued to strum and sang, "Hell yeah, baby," then went back to her song.

I've got so much honey, the bees envy me

I've got a sweeter song than the birds in the trees

Well, I guess you'd say

What can make me feel this way?

My girl, my girl, my girl

Talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl

My girl...

"As cheesy as that was," Julia planted a kiss on Morgan's cheek, "I loved it."

"Well, I love you." Morgan set her guitar down and gently pushed Julia down onto the bed, laying on top of her. She kissed Julia, at first on the forehead, then the cheek, then the mouth, each one softer than the last. Morgan only kissed Julia for a few seconds before resting her head on Julia's chest, just as she heard a few drops of rain begin to fall from outside the window. Soon the pitters and patters grew louder, and Julia and Morgan curled up together as thunder began to grumble outside.

"You're so warm, cowboy," Julia muttered, rubbing her hand up and down Morgan's back.

Morgan was near asleep. "You're beautiful. And soft..." Morgan snuggled closer to Julia. "I think it's nap time."

"Won't your dad come home?" Julia worried.

"Not until tomorrow." Morgan took a deep breath, then sighed. "Let's just stay here until tomorrow."

"Until tomorrow." Julia closed her eyes.