"M-m-mom! What did you tell them!" Morty snaps, after noticing his mother had drank before they stopped by.
"Heh heh heh..." Beth grumbles. "Y-y-you two just go to Morty's room and do something like always."
"Like what?! Huh?!" Morty hisses, stomping his feet on the floor.
"L-likeeeeee... Er, I'm going to bed... Nggughh..." Beth bumps into the wall, and stumbles to her room. Morty keeps an eye on her in case she actually hurts herself. It's obvious he has dealt with this many times in the past.
"Great. Now my parents know all about Rick's little rumor." You groan.
"Well, now nobody wi-wi-will be surprised when they see us cuddling!" Morty smiles.
It's adorable how he always looks on the bright side.
"You're right," you laugh. "I feel like nobody would be surprised in the first place!"
Morty laughs along with you and the two of you just stand there awkwardly.
"So, whadaya wanna do?" You ask.
"Ummm. . . Whatever you wanna do?"
"Tv?" You suggest.
"Y-yeah!" Morty agrees.
Both of you file into the living and you plop onto the couch. Morty flicks on the tv, flipping through the channels.You sigh as nothing's on.
You crawl into Morty's arms, inviting him to cuddle. He encloses you in his arms, kissing you on your forehead. You giggle and stretch to kiss his neck. Morty lifts you up, struggling to hold you up, so you help him. He then lays down on the couch and lays you on top of him. You rest your head on his chest and situate your hips between his legs just to get him riled up.
You listen to his steady heartbeat, relaxing you. Morty strokes your head, occasionally running his fingers through your hair. You press your hands up against Morty's chest, straightening out his shirt before folding your hands underneath him. He runs his hands down your waist, putting them in the small of your back.
You sigh contently and plant small, quick kisses on his collarbone. Morty wiggles under your weight, but grunts simultaneously with satisfaction. You continue, knowing you've found his weak spot. You gently nibble on his collarbone, getting another groan. Morty starts laughing and flips you over so that he's on top.
You giggle as Morty pushes his knee between your legs. He lifts your shirt up, just below your bra, and plants kisses all the way up your stomach, starting at your navel. You sigh softly as his kisses lead up to your face. He smothers you in a storm of kisses, causing you to laugh hard. You feel his fingers trace down to the waistband of your shorts, him tugging on them eagerly.
You immediately pull back, sitting up as you realize you're sitting on the couch for anyone to see you. You pull your shirt down quickly as the door in the kitchen leading to the garage clicks, your face a deep red. You see Morty's face, redder than ever. You look away as Rick walks into the room, seeing the both of you blushing, he gives you both a strange.
"We-were you two having s-seeuurrp-sex?" He asks, pointing at the two of you with his flask in-hand.
"Shut up, Rick!" Morty screams, looking up at the ceiling.
Rick raises his hands in the air as thigh he's surrendered. As he exits the living room, he whispers in your ear.
"Have fun."
"Qu-quit it, Rick! Y-you're freaking h-her out! Just go!" Morty screeches again, pointing at the nearest exit.
Rick laughs, following Morty's directions into the foyer, chugging from his flask.
You and Morty sit in silence for a while. You see him fidgeting, desperately wanting to say something. He then breathes in deeply.
"I-I'm sorry. I-I didn't know y-you didn't want m-me to do th-that," Morty mumbles.
"No, I-I actually liked it. I-I just don't wanna do it on the couch," you tell him, giving him a look.
Morty returns the same knowing look and he stands up, gesturing to the foyer.
