Morty continues to tickle you, yourself screaming playful protests. Nevertheless, Morty continues until he knows you're serious. Now he knows you're just playing, just as he is.
The door quickly creaks open, catching you and Morty by surprise. Morty jumps up off of you, you pulling your shirt down from when Morty had been kissing you. You look around embarrassed, both of your faces a deep crimson.
Rick looks at the two of you, sitting in broad daylight.
"Seriously? You were having s-seuuurp-sex this early?" He asks, gesturing to the window where light's pouring into the otherwise dark room.
"W-w-we weren't having sex," Morty points out, straightening out his shirt, sitting in his knees.
"Really? Then what were you doing?" Rick pushes, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorway.
"W-we were- I-I-" Morty stammers, puffing his pink cheeks. "We were playing."
"What a sexual way to play, Morty. Yeah, when I played with my daughter when she was a kid I definitely had her shirt pulled over her chest," Rick mumbles, looking at his hands.
"G-gross, Rick," Morty groans.
"Gross? Morty, that was sarcasm! Ever heard of it? Anyway, you're the one sucking on her tits," Rick sighs, adding a slow chuckle.
Morty huffs an irritated sigh and crosses his arms. You sit up, holding yourself up with your elbows which are buried in the comforter on Morty's bed. You straighten out your own garments, accidentally snapping the elastic on your bra a little too loud. Rick shoots you dagger eyes, and you feel yourself shrink under his glare. He looks away, locking his eyes on the laptop.
"So? What were you guys doing?" Rick asks nonchalantly.
"W-w-we were just borrowing it," Morty stammers.
"Uh huh, borrowing. So what? How did that go from watching each other's alternate realities to playing?"
"Shut up, Rick," Morty moans, cupping his hands over his face.
Rick snickers and unplugs his headset, taking it in his hands.
"Why did you wake us up anyway?" You ask tiredly.
"You weren't sleeping," Rick points out, searching for any damage on his headset.
"Well, whatever. But why?"
"I gotta deal with some shit with Morty," Rick explains. "C'mon, ya little turd."
Morty groans and stands up, attracting a follower. As the two of you trudge after Rick, you find yourself nearly tripling on every step. You nod it away and enter the garage.
Rick turns to talk to Morty, shoving you away.
"So, remember how I make your parents and Summer forget about you and your friend having sex? Welllll, it w-was temporary. They remember now," Rick explains.
"Wh-what?" Morty shrieks, screwing up his face.
"Yeah," Rick sighs.
