[ sideshowmorty ]
Here you are. Sitting in Morty's room as he goes to grab a few board games and shit like that.
He suggested not playing it in the living room, or Summer and Rick might say "playing board games is like having sex".
You giggle while thinking about the trip to Las Vegas, before Morty shuffles into the room with a handful of board games. You recognize Yahtzee, Trouble, and Twister. Not all are actually considered board games, and you notice that, but don't say anything of it.
"S-s-so, which do you want to play first?" Morty stammers.
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"Umm. . . Twister, I guess," you murmur, looking down as a blush overtakes your cheeks.
"Okay!" Morty beams, quickly setting up the mat and spinner.
You stand up on one side of the mat, opposite from Morty.
"Spin away!" You shout as Morty places the spinner on his bed.
Morty grins and spins it.
(Before I start, I'm too lazy to look up or go find my Twister mat, so I know I'm getting the order in which the colors are messed up. Ahem.)
"Right foot on green."
You step onto the green spot, your socks slipping on it. Morty steps on a circle right next to yours.
Morty flicks the arrow again.
"Left hand on blue."
You rest your right elbow on your right knee, reaching with your left hand to put it on the blue circle closest to the side you started on. Morty reaches for the circle next to one you're almost sitting on.
Another click.
"Left foot on red."
You adjust yourself so you look like you're more like in runner's pose than playing Twister. Morty sets his foot one spot away from the one you're standing on.
"Right hand on yellow."
You put your hands on the same circle.
"Right foot on red."
You adjust.
"Left foot on blue."
You move.
"Right hand on yellow."
You reach over Morty to find one that he hadn't already taken.
"Left hand on yellow."
Again, you reach over him.
Another command.
You adjust.
Another command.
You adjust.
The game keeps going on in this order, as Twister usually does, until you're sprawled over the top of Morty, you trying your best not to weigh him down.
"Left hand on green."
Morty's hand grazes your chest, making you feel uncomfortable immediately, not that it was Morty. Just anyone in general. You honestly usually enjoyed Morty's touch, and you knew he didn't mean it, so you just dropped it.
"Left foot on red."
You stretch your leg underneath Morty's, brushing your shin against his ass.
You chortle as you had felt a need to get him back, seeing his face go red.
It's another command after another until he calls you to put your right hand on yellow.
You try to reach over Morty and him underneath you, the both of you simultaneously laughing. You feel your foot slip and you already see Morty slip before you. So, here you are sprawled all across Morty, the both of you just cracking up.
You feel Morty's chest quickly rise and fall. You stop laughing before him, and you just watch him, giggling occasionally.
You watch Morty's face go red as for the first time, it wasn't him blushing; it was the lack of oxygen.
After a minute of occasional laughter, Morty seems to have calmed down.
"You okay?"
"Y-yeah," Morty stutters.
"I-it wasn't that funny," you chuckle.
"I-I kn-know," Morty agrees with a smile.
You look into his eyes as they sparkle. You can see the emotions in his eyes.
Joy, aaannnnd. . .
You look closer into his eyes with confusion.
Annnnd something else.
You smirk anyway and rest your elbows on his chest gently, careful not to jab him.
He tenderly situates his hands onto your hips, pulling your face closer to his. You plant your knees on the ground on either side of Morty, softly squeezing him from each side.
Morty chuckles as you run your hands up his torso, moving your hands to his warm face. You stretch as far as you can to reach up and kiss him.
You press your lips against his as Morty pushes you down on him and you close your eyes. You feel your cheeks grow hot as you slip your tongue into Morty's mouth, getting a muffled protest from him. As you're about to pull away, he stops and only embraces your touch. You continue, pressing your tongue against his, holding your breath.
You sift your fingers through his hair, making Morty squirm. You giggle as Morty gently tugs on your hair. You feel the sudden need to breathe, but put it off, not wanting to pull away from Morty.
You gradually open your eyes, seeing Morty's eyes partially closed, indicating he likes it.
Your lungs scream for air now, the pain feeling like stabbing. The need for oxygen was just too great, so you pull away, panting. You lay your head on Morty's chest, then look up at him to see him staring up at the ceiling, panting.
You scoot yourself up and position yourself so you're sitting on his chest. You put your hands on your hips, tilting your head slightly.
"Enjoying yourself?" You ask with a giggle.
Morty grins, blushing very deeply,
"A-a little," Morty chuckles, looking up at you.
You tilt your head further curiously.
"O-okay. A lot," Morty admits as though he needed to tell you.
You smirk and lean over to kiss his cheek before getting off. You stand up and look over your shoulder at Morty, who looks a little disappointed.
"What?" You query sincerely.
"N-n-nothing!" Morty shouts quickly before sitting up.
You give him a concerned look, but Morty waves it off. You shrug as Morty goes and finds another board game.
