Head in the clouds

Forty One - Morgan

"You're killing me Morgan." Theo leaned against the wall in the tiny dressing room. I looked at him in the mirror halting for a second, mid-way through reapplying my lipstick. He had no idea. I smirked, turning my eyes back and finishing what I was doing, walking over to him slowly. "These straps, are they just for design-"

"No, they hold it up." It's like a shine ran across his eyes and his knees buckled slightly.

"You were wearing the same kind of dress when we met." His arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him quickly. "Longer though. Blue." I was genuinely shocked he remembered that dress.

"It was. Nude and blue."

"Yeah, I remember thinking I wanted to know what was underneath it. Can't say that hasn't changed." I rolled my eyes, slapping the top of his arm playfully. "What?"

"Carry on and you won't get to see what's under this one either."

"Mhm. That's not happening baby." He snaked one hand down to the bottom of the dress, slowly walking his fingers up along my skin. "Someone has to help you change into your show outfit and then back into this after and it sure as fuck isn't going to be anyone else."

"You're right. I should probably take the thing off then." I pushed back from him and his grip just held me tighter. I laughed, fighting him to let me go.

"Let me see."

"Not a chance." He rolled his eyes, quickly turning me around until my back was pressed against his chest, taking a few steps forward until we were in view of the mirror. He wrapped a hand gently around my neck, applying the smallest amount of pressure to the sides as he used a foot to move my legs apart slightly.

"What was that baby?" His hand grabbed between my legs, heat immediately raising to my cheeks. God I'd missed him. "Hm?" I laid my head back slightly as he rubbed the fabric covering me. "Did you tell me no Morgan? Just to tease?" I nodded and closed my eyes as he groaned in my ear. "You are so fucking lucky that I know how long it took you to get ready otherwise I'd be fucking that pretty little mouth until you were crying again." I rolled my hips forward and he chuckled. "Tell me what you want angel."

"Anything Theo."

"Anything?" I nodded, lifting my head up when he pulled at my neck. "Fine, but you can watch me finger your little pussy until you come. Stop looking for a second and I stop and we leave right now. Got it?" I nodded quickly, pulling the front of my dress up. "You're so good at doing as your told when you're horny Morgan." I whimpered as he slipped his fingers into me. This wasn't the first time we were doing something on a time crunch. He surprised me at the studio last week and we had 10 minutes whilst we waited for Ava to come back from getting coffees with Jasper. I must say, soundproof studio rooms were perfect for excessively rough sex in public. I could scream as loud as I wanted and not a single soul would know. It was amazing. I watched as a few drops fell to the floor, whimpering quietly and forcing my knees to stay straight. "You're so wet Morgan." I nodded quickly, rolling my lips together as another finger pushed into me. "And you're going to sit in these wet panties all night aren't you? So, I can fuck you when we get home?" I wanted nothing more right now. Fuck the awards show. Let's go. Right now.

"Theo."

"Shhh. Don't want someone walking in do we?" I shook my head. "Be quiet then." He moved quicker, bringing me to the edge as fast as he could. "What do you want Morgan?"

"I want to come Theo. Please." He nodded, letting me finish. His arm wrapped across my shoulders, helping me stay standing when my knees went weak.

"Open your mouth." He carefully removed his hands from under my dress, turning me around and pressing his fingers into my mouth, eyes filled with lust as I closed my lips around him, whimpering quietly as he chuckled. "God I love you so much."

"MORGAN?" He quickly pulled his hand out of my mouth, smirking at the lipstick over his fingers and walking over to the sink in the corner. The door pushed open slowly. "Are you dressed?"

"Um, yeah." I looked at myself in the mirror, smoothing the dress down quickly, making sure any and all evidence of what just happened was non-existent.

"Time to goooo." Ava was being held back in the door way. Jasper's arms around her waist as he shook his head at Theo. "Are you both ready?"

"Do I look ready?" I motioned at her and she nodded. "Then I'm ready V."

"YAY. LET'S GOO." Ava spun out of Jasper's arms, pulling him out of the doorway and letting it slam, shouting for her to slow down.

"Ready to show everyone baby?" Theo grabbed my hand, spinning me in a circle and wrapping his arms around me, walking slowly towards the exit.

"Nervous."

"It's gonna be fine. Everything. What do we say?"

"You're here."

"I am."

"And if you're here, I'm okay." He nodded, pulling the door open and pressing his chin into my shoulder. I had no doubt that us walking like this was beyond weird but I didn't care. "No interviews."

"Nope. That's what we said. Not tonight. There's enough going on to be worrying about that too."

"You have to smile."

"Baby. I'm with you. I don't think my smile has left in the past 2 weeks. They're going to think you're holding me hostage."

"Debatable."

"That's it." He pulled on our interlocked fingers, spinning me around to face him before picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist. In 3 seconds flat I was giggling and staring into his eyes. "You're worrying again."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes. You are. People are going to chat shit either way Morgan. You said it yourself, you hate not being able to hold my hand in public when you need me. If you're having second thoughts baby, that's fine-"

"I'm not."

"Then why are you worrying?" I sighed. "Words Morgan."

"I don't want it to go wrong. Once it's out there it's out there and when-"

"Try again."

"Theo."

"I'm not going anywhere." I sighed. "Morgan Branning you can sit there and tell yourself I'm going to leave you until you go blue in the face, doesn't make it true. If you want rid of me, you'd have to cheat and you and I both know you wouldn't dream of doing that."

"I wouldn't."

"Right. So, you're stuck with me unfortunately babe and I get the pleasure of being yours. Because you own me as much as I own you." He slowly put my feet down to the floor as we reached the corner before the red carpet entrance. This was purely for photographs before we rushed back to that changing room to change, perform on stage and then change again before the awards ceremony. Chaos. "Got it?"

"Got it." I nodded, taking his hand in mine. "Mine." He smiled softly, leaning forward and kissing me.

"Mine."