The Diary

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       Morty and I made our way to a small house I'd rented out beforehand, to give him the best damn honeymoon of his life.

       As soon as Morty landed the cruiser, having driven it after begging, I hopped out and carried him inside, bridal style. He giggled the whole way, "Rick! Put me down!"

        I moved through the house, pushing past doors until I reached the bedroom, tossing Morty onto the bed and walking back out to grab our luggage. When I'd returned, I found Morty laying back and staring at the ceiling, smiling like an idiot. I set the bags down and smiled, pouncing on him and pulling him into a much-desired kiss. 

        "Morty Sanchez. Has a nice ring to it." I watched as he blushed and covered his face with his hands, squealing and giggling the same way Summer had when we'd left. I laughed with him, pulling his hands away and kissing his forehead. He wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me down towards him. He pressed his lips to mine, molding them to fit between mine and refusing to let go. I chuckled, pressing harder and running my hands along his body.

        When he finally let go, he had stars in his eyes, looking at me in the same way he used to when he was 17. I smiled, "Cute."

       Before I could move, he shifted abruptly, pinning me down. "I'll show you cute." He nipped at my lips and I couldn't help the giddy laughter that erupted. I wrapped my legs around his waist, holding him there and grinning up at him. He pulled back, removing my legs from around him.

       "Please tell me you remembered to bring the bag." Morty winked at me and I found myself flustered before standing and grabbing the item he was referring to. He took it from my hand and kissed my nose before pushing me to lay on to bed again, whispering softly, "I'm daddy."

-x-

        Very quickly, I found my body temperature rising as Morty ground down against me once again. He smirked, having already removed my shirt and jacket, as well as his own. He had the bag open and on the floor while my stomach did flips. I was anxious to see what he had planned. 

       "Up," he demanded. I sat up straight, dying to know what he was planning. He dug in the bag for a moment and I admired the view, taking in his taut stomach and firm body as I'd done before. He was absolutely stunning, the way his hair fell over his face, shielding his playful eyes. 

       I must have been so lost in thought I hadn't noticed his arms snaking around my shoulders, clicking something in place. I jumped slightly, blushing when Morty had laughed at me. I moved my hand up to find a choker placed around my neck, feeling more and more flustered as time pressed on. Morty laughed once again, "Maybe next time you'll pay attention instead of staring off into space, dork." He dug in the bag once again, "Strip and turn." 

       I pouted, stepping out of my socks and shoes first before removing my pants. "All the way." I looked over to find Morty holding something behind his back, grinning. I whined, "But that takes the fun away." Morty chuckled deeply, "Trust me, no it doesn't."

       Sighing, I removed my boxers, stepping out and turning around. Morty moved closer, his footsteps soft and slow. Something cold and metallic was placed around one wrist before the other. "You kinky little shit." I laughed, feeling Morty press on one side and make me turn. "Maybe, but you enjoy it." He pecked my lips before stepping out of his shoes and gripping my shoulders, moving me closer to the bed. "Spin." 

       When I'd rotated once again, he bent me over and kept me there a moment before I felt his lips press to my neck, his breath making me shiver as it brushed over me. He bit lightly before kissing down to my shoulder blade, lightly running his teeth along the prominent bone. I exhaled shakily, the feeling absolutely blissful.