Rick Sanchez || Foxy Grandpa || Rick and Morty

Used III

You belched from your beer.

You were currently using Rick's workshop to make something while he was out doing something else with Morty.

It had been about a week since you'd been back over almost daily at the Smith's place and yet things still weren't back to normal. You had refused any invitation to go on an adventure with Rick, which left it up to Morty or Summer.

You were more than fine with it however. You had the radio you had bought playing in the background listening to your favorite music while you worked. A beer - and a few empty - bottle beside you as you put together your little test invention.

Being busy building your little project you heard a portal opened and you glanced up for a split second before you spoke and looked back down at your work.

"Wow, you two look like shit."

You told them as Morty seemed wide eyed and mute for the moment. You took the soldering gun and pressed it to tip of the barrel of the gun.

Hearing the garage door open and close you then heard the music click off you had been listening to while working. You put the gun down and turned to look up at Rick.

"I was listening to -- "

You were cut short of your words as Rick's lips crashed down onto yours in a heated and overly desperate kiss. You grunted being pulled up from the chair and your body laid back against the work table after Rick cleared everything off with his arm, it all went crashing to the floor.

You wanted to be mad. You really, really wanted to be mad. But with not having touched Rick at all in about two weeks your body, and will power, we're slowly caving.

It was then you kissed back. Your fingers threading through his wild hair. You tugged back on it causing Rick to stop kissing you for a moment.

"What are you -- "

"I love you."

He said in a soft but yet strong tone. You blinked slowly looking up at him shocked and dazed from the kiss. You felt his hands grab the sides of your face and his thumb ran over your bottom lip.

"I fucking love you, [Name]."

He told you again seeing you in such a state he needed to repeat it to make sure you heard him. You closed your gaping mouth and just looked up at him.

You hadn't expected to hear that, or for this to happen, the moment he appeared in the garage.

You swallowed the frog in your throat as you gave a breathy sigh through your mouth.

"Rick..."

You said softly only for his lips to come back down onto yours. You moaned feeling him pressing himself to you.

And then you knew you couldn't fight it anymore. No matter how hard you wanted to stay mad at Rick for everything he did to you by loosing your faith in him with Unity, you just weren't the type of person who couldn't constantly hate him.

No matter how used he made you feel.