Chapter Fourteen #2
Morgan swept her up into her arms, throwing her on the bed, as if discarding her, only to place her body on top of hers seconds afterwards, pinning her to the mattress whilst she bit down upon Lee’s neck.
The woman craned her head forwards, closer to Morgan, a whimper escaping her lips.
Lee’s clothes felt like unnecessary friction as her girlfriend placed a hand underneath her cotton T-shirt, her fingers finding a stiff bud to latch onto.
Morgan’s hands, slightly calloused from working out, provided an additional roughness that Lee Holmes had become accustomed to enjoying as her girlfriend explored her chest, using her thumb to stroke her left nipple whilst the rest of her fingers stroked her breast with expert precision.
Instinctively, Lee leaned forward, desperate for more, whilst Morgan instantly responded by retracting her hand for a fraction of a second if only to pull at the hem of Lee’s shirt, pulling it over her head, leaving her top half entirely exposed.
“Fuck,” Morgan said, breathless from kissing, or from staring at the newly exposed skin before her, or perhaps a mixture of both. “You’re so beautiful.”
Lee Holmes never tired of hearing those words and responded to them the only way that she knew how.
Flipping them over so that Morgan was underneath her, she sat upon the proverbial throne of Morgan’s thighs, taking Morgan’s bottom lip between her own as she bit down, evoking a groaning sound from Morgan that made her completely and utterly feral.
“How beautiful exactly?” she asked, releasing Morgan’s lip as she perched herself more comfortably on her girlfriend’s lap, rocking backwards and forwards with a rhythmic pace that drove Morgan completely and utterly wild.
Morgan Finch allowed Lee to roll her hips against her thigh for all of sixty seconds before she placed two firm hands around her waist, pushing her down towards the bed, planting her head on top of the pillow with force.
“I’ll show you,” she whispered, as one hand removed itself from Lee’s waist, travelling further down towards her pajama pants as she untied the bow that was keeping them pressed firm against her skin.
A few seconds later, and the other hand was reaching down now as well to remove the item of clothing from her body entirely.
As her pants trailed further down her legs, Lee’s breathing escalated, lifting herself up slightly from the bed in order to aid Morgan in taking them off.
Laying now in nothing but her underwear after her pants had been discarded to the floor, Lee Holmes leaned forward once again, pressing her mouth against Morgan’s, desperate for contact.
When Morgan pulled away, Lee found herself whimpering once again, aching to feel her girlfriend pressed against her, only for two soft lips to find her chest, Morgan’s tongue trailing soft circles around her hardened nipple.
Reacting to the touch, Lee Holmes placed two hands underneath Morgan’s collared shirt, against her back, pulling her closer, digging her nails into her girlfriend’s skin as Morgan’s teeth grazed over the sensitive area she was skillfully teasing.
As her nails buried themselves into the skin of Morgan’s back claiming it as her own, she heard Morgan wince in pain into her chest, her teeth grazing Lee's nipple in response as she resumed her own exploration of her breasts. The sensation lit a spark inside Lee as she bucked her hips forwards involuntarily. Lee wasn’t sure why her body and her mind had aligned so drastically at that moment, discarding the fear, the confusion, and the pain from the last few days, but she didn’t care.
As the space between her thighs made contact with Morgan's own, Lee acknowledged that at present time, the only thing left was power.
The change she had desired was coursing through her, desperate to come out, and she would happily let it, even if it meant watching the entire world around her burn to the ground.
“Promise me,” Lee whispered, her core becoming slick with desire as the words fell out of her, her eyes focusing on Morgan, cupping one breast in her right hand as she sucked on the other with her mouth, her tongue lapping circles around the bud. “Promise me that you’ll never hurt me.”
Morgan Finch retracted her lips, gazing up at Lee with a dark intensity that could make a black hole jealous.
As a newly formed silence lingered with only heavy breathing between them, Lee worried that she had said too much, only for her concern to be snuffed out seconds later as a hand reached up to stroke her face, tracing Lee's chin with her thumb.
“I would sooner kill every other living soul on this planet than lay a finger on you.”
The words were like bullets, shattering any hesitation Lee had been holding onto, leaving nothing but lust in its wake.
“I want you inside me,” she said, shifting her body underneath Morgan, her hips moving of their own accord once again, closer and closer to Morgan’s own center, seeking release.
Seeking anything that Morgan was willing to provide her.
Before her girlfriend could even react to her request, Lee found herself sliding her hands over soft, yet toned skin. Once placed upon Morgan’s back, now towards the hem of her shirt in order to lift it over her head just as Morgan had done moments earlier with Lee’s own shirt.
Before the act was fulfilled to completion, Morgan Finch leaned over towards the bedside table, extinguishing the lamp that occupied its surface, painting the room in darkness.
With touch being the strongest of their senses now, Lee’s fingers stroked Morgan’s sides, hovering over each individual rib, as her other hand pulled at the bottom of her shirt, pulling it over Morgan’s head until her own top half was equally as exposed as Lee’s.
Needing to feel her own skin against the skin she had newly uncovered, she pulled Morgan’s body towards her own, her hands clenched against her girlfriend’s back as she pressed their flesh together with as much force as she could muster.
Morgan winced in pain as their bodies collided, retracting instantly as she pushed Lee away.
Having spent many intimate moments together with Morgan in the past, Lee Holmes could now easily sense when something was out of the ordinary with her partner.
With Morgan Finch no longer pressed up against her body, Lee reached over towards the bedside table, flicking the light back on with a click, illuminating her deepest fears as she acknowledged the reasoning as to Morgan’s wincing.
Decorating the exposed skin was shades of red, purples and blues, flowing around her ribcage, her stomach, like oil within a puddle.
The bruises were vibrant, and more importantly, fresh.
Morgan’s pupils regained their vibrant green, discarding the look of desire that had been there only seconds before.
Positioning her body into a sitting up position, her eyes focused upon Lee’s, she remained silent, waiting for the lingering quietness to be broken by the only other person in the room.
“What?” Lee said, positioning her own body now as she moved herself towards the headboard, leaning back against it as she crossed her legs. “No explanation? Am I not even worth that?”
Morgan exhaled, placing a hand against her wildly hair, having had it disheveled by Lee in a moment of passion they had shared only seconds prior.
“Of course you are,” she said, looking away for a fraction of a second as she found the right words.
“You have every right to be angry at me right now for not telling you sooner, but I promise you, I was going to tell you right away,” she continued, returning her focus back to Lee, now.
“I just got so caught up in the moment with you just now, and it didn’t seem like the right time.
The moment I wrapped you up in my arms and carried you to bed, I decided then and there that I was going to tell you first thing in the morning instead. I swear.”
“It’s easy for you to say that now when part of the truth is already out in the open,” Lee huffed, reaching over towards the end of the bed in order to retrieve her T-shirt, feeling vulnerable all of a sudden.
“So…what?” she continued, placing the shirt over her head.
“You just told me to get into a taxi with Sienna, not because you wanted me to make sure she was fine, but because you felt like killing somebody and wanted me out of the picture?”
“God, no,” Morgan said, sighing into the duvet as she picked away at its corners with her fingers.
Daring a glance up at Lee, now, she continued.
“That’s not what I was doing at all. Would you believe me if I told you that I didn’t kill anybody tonight?
And I genuinely did want you to make sure Sienna was safe and comfortable.
I didn’t just cast you aside so that I could go and commit murder, Lee. ”
Lee Holmes looked away, not in anger, but because it was becoming increasingly hard to look at the marks that painted Morgan’s body.
Despite the rage that coursed inside her at the situation she still wasn’t entirely aware of, her girlfriend’s safety mattered more to her than anything.
Wrapped up in that thought, her tone softened.
“Baby…I…” she paused, her eyes hovering around the bedroom, anywhere that wasn’t Morgan.
“If you didn’t hurt anyone tonight, how would bruises just magically appear on your body?
You have to understand that it’s incredibly difficult for me to believe such a thing when the evidence is literally decorating your skin right now. ”
She could sense Morgan looking at her, despite not looking back.
Lee could even see splotches of purple and blue in her peripheral vision, which caused a few tears to escape her before she could even try and keep them inside.
“I…” Morgan paused herself, wanting to extend a hand towards Lee in order to comfort her, thinking better of it given the gravity of the situation.
“I didn’t say that I didn’t hurt anybody.
I did, Lee. I did hurt someone. But I promise you that I didn’t kill them, and I had no plans of doing so. I have no plans of doing so.”
“And I’m expected to just believe that? How can I just believe that, Morgan?
I’m trying to understand you. God,” Lee emphasized, wiping tears from her eyes.
“I’m trying so fucking hard. Maybe I’m just an idiot for letting myself get wrapped up in this,” she gestured, waving both of her hands over the bed.
“For letting myself stay wrapped up in you.”
As the words left her mouth, she could see the way they hit Morgan harder than any person ever had, leaving mental bruises alongside her physical ones.
“I understand completely why you would feel that way,” she said, running one hand along her other one, looking down now towards the covers placed haphazardly across the bed.
Lee could hear the shuffling of sheets combined with the sound of Morgan swallowing.
“I know you must look at me now and see a different person than the one you started dating five years ago. There’s this crazy experience sitting between us now that wasn’t there before, but at the same time, look at what we’ve been building together since.
I’m still me, and our memories are still ours.
Every time we create a new experience together it’s like a part of me becomes more at ease with the elephant in the room.
I don’t want to lose this,” Morgan said, diverting her eyes away from the bed and back towards Lee.
“Which is why I can safely promise you, I didn’t kill the person who gave me these bruises. ”
Lee Holmes sat upon the bed, wiping the newly formed tears from her eyes as she pondered the last time in which Morgan had lied to her.
Or at least, the last time that she knew of.
Lee had just recently lost her job and was burning through the last of her savings in order to cover her share of the rent, and utilities.
Morgan had told her that her mother, Diana, had transferred the pair of them some money to cover the costs until she was able to return to work.
Whilst she had been incredibly grateful, it wasn’t in her nature to take without giving back.
As a result, she had ended up calling Diana approximately two weeks after the transfer had taken place, only to be informed that Diana had not the slightest idea what Lee was talking about.
She hadn’t the slightest idea, because no such event had taken place.
Morgan had lied to Lee and was using her own money to cover Lee’s side of the rent.
In order to cover it with her less than ideal salary, she had been taking extra shifts at the construction site in the evening, telling Lee that she was ‘hanging out with friends’.
Morgan had protected her then, and perhaps, in a strange, macabre way, she was protecting her now.
“I believe you,” she said, shifting her body forwards as she placed a hand upon Morgan’s own, noticing the faintest hint of bruising on her knuckles upon doing so.
She wasn’t sure if even she believed her own words, only that she knew at present time, as her girlfriend winced in pain, that she needed protecting, too.