Swept away

Getting to know her

"Swept away" written by VeGirl 2014 © All Rights Reserved

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The morning after, Morgan woke up with his arms around her. She smelled so nice and he relished having her in his arms. When she moved carefully, so did he and pulled her closer to him. Her bright blue eyes fluttered open and they laid there for a while, just looking at each other.

"I thought I just made everything up," she mumbled quiet.

He smiled. "I thought this was my idea."

Joy sparkled in her eyes. "I'm glad you thought of it." There was a shy smile on her face, hiding the girl from last night who wasn't afraid to get what she wanted.

"Yeah, me too," he smiled and kissed her. They remained in bed a good while, just enjoying to be close again. Her stomach started to rumble, and she looked a bit embarrassed, but Morgan just smiled. "Let's eat."

They got out of bed and Morgan glanced at her while she put pants and a shirt on as he stepped into a pair of jeans and pulled a white t-shirt on.

"Shouldn't you be wearing all black?" she joked and he loved this playful part of her, well actually he loved every part of her. His heart quickened as he thought of some very savoring parts he had just started to explore the night before.

He cleared his throat. "I think you're referring to my twin brother, Vin'. I'm Morgan," he explained, chuckled and slid his arms around her, starting to tickle her.

She squirmed in his arms, with a flirtatious grin. "Yeah, I think I've met him..." she answered sneaky.

"I hope it's not him you're after. Cause he can be dangerous." He tried to sound intimidating, the voice he used for his alter ego.

She laughed and hugged him. "No, it really is Morgan I want." He couldn't tell how amazing those words made him feel. Isa smiled, turned her face toward him and kissed him lightly.

"Good!" he said and needed a distraction before he would rip those clothes off her delightful body again. "I was wondering if you could show me your life. You've seen my... well, only my work." The last had a slightly bitter tone as he comprehended how all he had shown her was his work. "I'm sorry I haven't been able to show you more of mine. Well I work all the time, so you've actually seen the most of it," he added dryly.

She just smiled. "Let's go eat breakfast first. How about some pickled herring?" Her smile turned devious.

The face he gave her in return wasn't one of joy, he had heard about their strange habits of eating raw or spoiled fish and was not keen on trying it.

"I'd rather have some pancakes or bagels..."

"Sorry, that's not Swedish breakfast."

They kept joking and bickering playfully while they got out into the kitchen. Isa boiled some eggs and picked out rye bread, salad, ham and mayonnaise. He looked confused at her when she picked out a big chunk of cheese and some kitchenware he was not familiar with. She rolled her eyes and cut a thin slice of the cheese to demonstrate.

"Cool!" He smiled.

She rolled her eyes again. "Americans seem to think they're on top of everything."

He did his crocked smile. "I like you on top," sliding his arms around her and gave her a breathtaking kiss. She grabbed him by the t-shirt and held him close until she starting to chuckle against his lips.

Suddenly she looked straight into his eyes with a slightly worried look as if she had something vital that hit her. "I just wanna say; even if I have rubber in my nightstand." She started to blush a bit. "I don't sleep around."