Lets fix this -Dev

[morgan elise park]

It was late afternoon, early evening and Morgan was on her instant messenger. Dev popped up on her screen and he told her that he was trying to cook some pasta that he had seen on tv. Morgan couldn't help but to laugh as he sounded like he was doing it all wrong and failing miserably at it. She offered to come over, help him fix the food and she would also bring over movies so that they can sit and watch movies while they ate. She also said that she wanted to go out to a club tonight and she invited Devin to come along with her. Morgan loved to club and party, and the fact that she hadn't had the time or chance to lately was driving her mad. So she agreed to everything and she logged off her computer and figured she might as well dress for the club before she went to Kirk's. It only sounded logical.

She stood up from her hair and went to her room to find clothes. Morgan wasn't one of those slutty girl who only wanted to show as much skin as they could when going to a club without actually being completely naked. No, Morgan knew how to look good without showing her tits off to the world. She pulled out some of her shredded shorts, put them on, then she pulled on a black tank top with a white and black crop top shirt with birds on it. She looked in the mirror and thought she looked good. Morgan slid on her converses, applied her make up and some red lipstick and then she straightened her hair, keeping her bangs pushed to the side.

When she was ready to go, she grabbed three movies, final destination 2 and three, the only two good ones of those movies and she also grabbed easy a. All the ones she was planning on bringing, she actually liked and they were actually really good movies. She soon left her house and only had to drive a few blocks down the road seeing as how they both lived on the same side of the islands.

Soon enough, she was standing in front of what she thought was Devin's house, knocking on the door. She hoped she had the right house.

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[kirk devin davies]

Ugh. This was not going well at all. Dev had been working on a little project; some pasta he had seen some chef do on TV. The chef made it look wonderfully easy, getting Dev willing to try and cook it too. But apparently, the chef really did know his stuff and Dev knew nothing, as the dish wasn’t turning out too well. Earlier, it looked as if he might pull it off, as he made the spaghetti pasta well enough, following instructions on the packet, though it was a bit soft for his taste. But then he switched off his focus and went to his computer while the pasta was in the pan with some olive oil and bacon. Thankfully the conversation with Morgan wasn’t long, as otherwise the pasta might’ve burned and they had made pretty good plans for the day. She would come over to see if his pasta if it was still fine and if not, try and fix it. Then they’d watch a movie and go out clubbing later that night.

Taking the pasta off the pan and placing into the plate, Dev thought that it looked… good, but he had no idea what it would taste like. Well, he’ll probably leave that to Morgan, once she comes. Oh, he better get dressed, as he was currently just in some shorts and shirt that weren’t really tidy. As he was about to run into his room to grab some clothes, he heard knocking. Shit, that’s probably her now. He debated between making her wait for a bit so he can dress up, or let her into the house, and then run up to change. He chose the second option, because he really didn’t want her to think that this was the wrong house or anything and then leave.

He walked to the front door and steadied himself. He wasn’t looking his best, but oh well. At least he had already showered and he smelled nice. He turned the knob and opened it. Morgan stood there on his porch, already looking ready to go out. “Hi Morgan!” He greeted, smiling warmly, motioning for her to come inside. “Come on in.” Then he gestured to his clothes and said apologetically, “Sorry I’m still a bit messed up.” He laughed, opening the door for her. “So what movies did you bring?” He was expecting that she had Final Destination movies with her, though he didn’t know which ones, because she was talking about watching them in their IM chat earlier.

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[morgan elise park]

Morgan looked around the neighborhood. There were kids running around, riding scooters and bikes and were out in groups. It made Morgan smile because you don't really see children out and about this day and age. Usually now, all kids want to do is stay inside on the computer or the gaming systems and it was causing kids to be prematurely obese. Which in Morgan's eyes, was completely and utterly disgusting. She actually blames the parents for not having their kids get up and out of the house, and also for feeding them nothing but mcdonalds.

Morgan was really thinking that she was standing in front of a door that belonged to the right house. She was about ready to send a text message to Devin and turning around and leaving when she heard rustling coming from inside the house and then she heard the door opening and then she looked back to the door and seen that it was Devin. A week ago, she wouldn't even consider seeing Devin at his house because she thought that he was just feeding her lines. But she decided to cut him some slack, because Morgan wasn't one to just push people away on purpose because of their lifestyle. She stopped asking about girls, if he wanted to tell her, he would. "Hey Dev." She said to him.

As she looked at him, Kirk apologized for looking like a mess. She looked at him and he did look a bit grungy, but descent. "You look fine, a little worn and grungy, but good." She said as she started into his house. "It's not like we are leaving for the club right now." She said with a smile. Once she was in the house, she could smell that he had been cooking, and how it would look and taste, well she would find that out soon. He asked her about the movies and she reached into her shoulder bag, "I have Final destination two and three, and I also brought Easy A." She told him as she handed over the movies to him for him to pick the order that he wanted to watch them in.

"Now, I smell the food, now where is it?" She asked him as she looked around.

[kirk devin davies]

Smiling his thanks as Morgan said that he didn’t look too bad, Dev followed her in the house, closing the door behind him. “Yeah, but you’re already dressed up.” He said, unconsciously looking up because his room, and thus most of his clothes, was at the second floor. “Dressed up nicely too.” He added, thinking that she looked fucking hot in her clothes. Yet still classy. She managed that with such ease, Morgan did. He stopped himself from saying just that though; he didn’t want her to think he was even more of a perv than what she already thought.

Dev could tell that she smelled the food he had been cooking; after all, he can pick up the faint hint of pasta in oil too. “Cool.” He watched the two Final Destination films she brought with her already, and he also watched the first one of course. He wasn’t a big fan of those kinds of films; there was too much blood and guts and barely anything else. As for Easy A, well, he hadn’t watched it yet, but the whole thing sounded totally hilarious. And Emma Stone was a redhead. Dev didn’t keep it a secret that he adored redheads. Just like the one that was in his house right now. “I haven’t watched Easy A yet… Maybe we can watch that first?” He suggested, walking to the kitchen, which was quite a mess with all the wrappers and utensils that hadn’t been put away. “Hot redheads and comedy…” He said cheekily, giving out the other reasons why he wanted to watch that film first. “Food’s over here.” He called her over, pointing to the plate of pasta on the counter.

“Right, could you go on check on this please, while I dress up?” He asked, though he was already walking to the stairs. It was totally impolite to leave a guest to do the work in the kitchens, but she did offer to fix any mess he made in the kitchen over the messenger. “Thanks.” He called as he walked up to his room as quickly as he can. He took off his clothes, leaving him only in his boxers, and then dug around for new ones. He found and put on a pair of distressed jeans and a new shirt. Hmm. Checking himself out in the mirror, he thought that he looked okay. The whole changing thing barely took up two minutes. Then he went back to the first floor, hoping that Morgan didn’t have to do too much to the meal he tried to cook.

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[morgan elise park]

Morgan looked down at herself right now when he said that she was dressed up and dressed up nice. "Nice? I'm wearing shredded shorts, a tee and tank top, oh and don't forget the converses. You can't get anymore casual than this." She said as she looked back up to him. "And I only look like this because I found it pointless to get dressed normally for a few hours and then change again, so I figured I'd skip a step and just wear the club clothes." She said as she looked up at him and watched him close the door. She thought about how he just tried giving her a compliment and she practically shot it down, "Thanks though, by the way." She told him in regards to his compliment he had just noted for her.

When Morgan handed over the movies, she seen the way he looked at the final destination movies, "You're not into these movies are you?" She asked him and then he told her that he had never seen Easy A before, "Here," She said as she took back the final destination movies back from him and set them on the nearest table. "We can just watch that one then." She said to him as she looked at the Easy A movie. Morgan listened to him as he made claims about red heads and them being cute. "I'm starting to think that you have a thing for girls with hair that's red." She said to him as she played with a piece of her own hair.

Morgan followed him to his kitchen when he pointed out where the food was. When she came into the kitchen, she could smell the oil very well. "Did you drench it or something?" Morgan asked him as she walked over to the plate of noodles. He then told her that he was going to go change and then she nodded at him and then looked back to the plate. Morgan used her fingers and picked up two noodles and fished them into her mouth. "Ew! Fuck this is horrible." She said aloud. Morgan then thought to herself, water. She went, filled up a bowl of water and then dumped the noodles into it. She watched as the oil rose to the surface. She then put the noodles in for three minutes.

By the time the microwaved beeped, Devin was back downstairs. "Well that was disgusting." She said to him as she took the noodles out, dug around for a strainer and then one she found one, she dumped the noodles into the strainer that was sitting in the sink to let the excess water and oil get out. She shook it a few times and then pulled up another noodle and tasted it. "I can still taste the oil, but it's not as bad as it was." She told him. Morgan went to his fridge and then pulled out some butter and then went to find some garlic. She put both in the noodles and then stirred it up, mixing it all together and then put them back on a plate. "Here, try it now." She said and was sure that they were good now, the butter and garlic would mask the taste oil taste. She really didn't have to do much.

[kirk devin davies]

“Mhm. Nice.” To Dev, it was, even though Morgan was going on about how casual it was. Truthfully, Dev liked casual. He only smiled when she did say “thanks”. “Not really, no.” He admitted, though he didn’t say why. No need for her to think that he was a wus, which he wasn’t. Then she said that they could go watch Easy A, and that she was beginning to think he had a thing for redheads, which made him grin. “Oh, you’ve figured that out just now?” He winked, watching as she played with a strand of her own hair. Lovely. “I think I’ve made it obvious.” After all, it was easy to guess from the way he looked at her.

“Fuck. Knew it.” Dev said when Morgan told him that the pasta sucked. He shrugged; he hadn’t been expecting any miracles with that attempt. “The TV chef made it look so easy.” He explained, smiling at his own stupidity. Cooking wasn’t easy, he found out. “Never going to try that again.” Well, at least he had tried it once, and for cooking, that was enough. It looked like he didn’t have some super secret talent in that field. Ah well. Looks like he’ll be having take outs or instant ramen all throughout his life. Probably wouldn’t be too healthy…

“Oh good.” He was relieved that Morgan had managed to salvage the noodles; he really didn’t want to see anything wasted. And he really did go overboard with the oil. “Stupid ‘extra virgin’ tag.” He had to admit that the label on the bottle had goaded him into putting more than what was really needed. Why was it called ‘extra virgin’ anyway? It wasn’t like people fucked olive oil… right? `Course they didn’t.

Oops. Another reason why he shouldn’t cook. He couldn’t follow instructions, like recipes, to save his life, without some other person holding his hand through the entire process. His head was always thinking of new things to do, and sometimes, he just couldn’t resist adding on a few more ingredients than what the recipe called for. “Okay.” He went to the plate. He saw that the pasta did look better; it wasn’t shiny and slick with oil or anything anymore. “Here goes.” He said as he fingered a couple of strands and put it in his mouth. Because he hadn’t tasted it before, he didn’t know what to expect, but it was okay. Garlic and butter, though the pasta was even a tad softer now because of the oil removal operation.
“It’s good.” He nodded approvingly, moving around the kitchen to grab two more plates and forks. “Thanks.” He repeated as he split the pasta into the two plates. That much he can do properly. “So? Off to the TV?”

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[morgan elise park]

Morgan looked over at Devin when he said that he knew it tasted bad, that he was never going to try cooking from the television again. She couldn't help but laugh at him, "It just takes practice, and you also have to be the judge of how much ingredients goes into your food." She began, "Like Paula Dean likes to use a shit load of tools, and others, butter. I guess you got an oil fanatic." She explained to him. She looked back at the table and the things sitting out on the table and she began to put away some of the things that she had to take out in order to make the noodles better. She put away the oil, the garlic and butter and she rinsed out the bowel she used and dried it and had also put that away.

Morgan watched as he fished some noodles into his mouth and she smiled a little bit when he told her that it tasted good. "I'm glad. Looks like you're not going to starve tonight." She said to him in a sarcastic tone of voice as she pushed his arm a little bit with hers. She laughed when he made the comment about the olive oil, "Well I think it's more than pure now." She said. Morgan couldn't help herself on that one, she thought it was funny.

Morgan watched as Devin split up the noodles into two plates, she looked at it and then took the plate from him that was hers. "Thanks." She said to him as she remembered where the forks were from when she was digging for stuff and she pulled them out and handed him a fork and placed the second one on her own plate. She looked at him as he looked at her and asked about the going to the tv, "Yea lets go." She said to him as she went to follow him to his living room. Once they were there, she sat down on his couch, making herself comfortable. She kicked off her shoes and sat cross legged on his couch and set her plate on them as she forked a bite into her mouth as she waited for him to put the movie in. "So Dev, why don't you like those other movies?" She asked him when he was putting the movie in. She then took another bite.

[kirk devin davies]

“Right, right.” Honestly, Dev knew he’d never be able to cook well, and even though Morgan was trying to encourage, or at least shift the blame from his own lack of skills to the chefs weird oil fetish, he was still discouraged. “Practice, and great acting skills.” He said dryly, remembering how the chef managed to make it seem like what he was eating was so great. “Well, I could always just call you when something goes wrong when I try and cook again.” He laughed, but he was suggestive, and it was if he really had plans of doing this all over again. Well, if it did bring Morgan to his home, then he saw no reason why he shouldn’t fire up the oven again. “Hmm, guess I will try again.” Not anytime soon though. He was still a bit traumatized, and embarrassed, by this.

“Oh, no, I’ll clean… up.” Too late, she had already put away everything. Ugh, he was looking like a slob here. Even though he was, it didn’t mean that Morgan had to know about it. He hated it when people saw his less – than – perfect traits. But he laughed it off when she pushed his arm slightly. That always cheered him, teasing and contact. “Hooray! Salvaged pasta and a bit of wine.” He said brightly, though there was a note of irony. It was hardly luxurious eating. He went over to his fridge and dug out a bottle of red, snickering as he heard Morgan’s joke. “So that’s what it meant.” Virgin equals pure. Right, makes sense.

He brought his plate, two glasses, and the bottle of wine to the living room, following her in. He managed to bring everything without dropping, so it looked like he still had that waiter training in him. He set everything on the small coffee table in front of the couch while Morgan sat there. Then he turned on the TV and set the disk in. “Because there’s nothing in them. Other than loads of blood.” He replied as the movie began to play.

Quickly, he sat right down beside her, grabbing his plate from the coffee table as he did so. “Nothing funny, except if you count squirting blood, which I don’t.” He explained before taking a bite. Oh, it really was good. “And there’s no mystery, drama… nothing.” He finished. “Wine?” He offered, pointing at the bottle which was already uncorked and the two wine glasses already there. They probably were going to drink later on in the night, so why not start now? Anyway, the drink did go well with their dinner.

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[morgan elise park]

Morgan watched as Devin came into the living room with a plate of food, two wine glasses and a big bottle of wine. "Do you want me to take something from you hands?" She asked him as she looked up at him, taking another bite from her food. But she watched as he set everything down flawlessly without dropping any thing. She thought he must've been a server at one point in time. But the why would he? He's always saying that he doesn't need a job because he's basically loaded. Sometimes that irritated her just because not everyone id privileged like that, like Morgan had to work for everything she had and sometimes that still wasn't enough.

She heard him talk about how in those movies, all there were was blood and guts, that it wasn't funny or anything. That there was no mystery or basically anything that interested him. "Aww, Dev? Are you scared?" She asked him as she watched him take a bite of his pasta. "It's ok, I'd hold you close." She said flirting a bit with him. When she was offered wine she picked up a glass, "Sure." She said to him. There was nothing wrong with pregaming before going out to the club, only to drink some more.

Morgan watched as Devin sat down next to her, she could't help but look at him and his neck, "I see your marks have disappeared." She said to him as she reached up her hand to turn his head both ways. Yep they were gone all right. "How are you and that girl?" She asked him, "I don't see any marks, or did you just have her relocate them?" She asked him, remembering him talk about his 'friend' a while back and how they were basically friends with benefits. Morgan was never the type of girl to be like that. She couldn't imagine whoring herself around. Yes she did sleep with people, but she wasn't sleezy about it in any way. And she was never trashy enough to leave marks on the man's skin. Morgan looked at him, wondering what his response to her poking around would be.

[kirk devin davies]

Dev was just about to turn and glare at her and deny the absurd notion of him being the least bit scared, but what Morgan said next made him stop in his tracks. He grinned, and then replaced it with something more like a pout. “Y-yes Morgan. I’m honestly really scared.” He said, stuttering with fear, knowing that he was doing a pathetic job of it. He scooted closer to her and tugged at her arm, looking right into her eyes and saying in a pleading, yet amused tone, “Hold me.” And he really did want her to do so. He knew she was just throwing him a bone, just flirting, but he was hopeful.

Oh, then she said yes to the wine. “Yes Ma’am.” He politely said, channelling his inner waiter. Though he loathed to take himself of the current position he was in, Dev still put his plate to the space beside him, and plucked himself off. He grabbed the bottle on the table. The bottle wasn’t full, he had already opened it before and just re – corked it, as he really didn’t want to finish the whole bottle in one go. The cork was easy to pull because it would be the second or third time it had been removed, so Dev did it quickly. “Y`know, I was a waiter before.” He explained as he quickly poured the wine onto her glass, filling it halfway with the burgundy drink. “I could serve food, but not cook it.” He grinned. He didn’t let one drop spill; again because of his previous server training. He did the same to the glass still on the table, which was his, and set the bottle back on it. “There.”

He sat back on the couch, leaving his glass on the table. He can easily reach for it anyway, and it would suck horribly if it spilled onto the couch. “Yeah…” Dev was able to say while Morgan turned his head side to side, to check his neck for marks. He had a small smile on his face, as this was the first time someone scanned him for hickeys. “Oh, we’re good. Still friends.” He began, though he knew what she was really asking about. It they still hooked up; fucked. “No, no more marks. We haven’t hooked up lately.” He explained, chuckling as she asked if they just ‘relocated’ them. How honest. That was Morgan for ya. “Actually, I haven’t been with anyone since… the day I followed you out of Starbucks.” He shrugged as if it was no big deal, though it was, really. “I just thought about what you said, and well, you were right.” He just smiled and took his glass and had a sip of the wine.

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[morgan elise park]

Morgan went to eat some of the last of her pasta, and she set what was left on the table to be finished later. She really didn't like wasting food, more so if it was another persons food and if they made it. Sure Morgan fixed up the food from its original state that Devin had it, but that still didn't mean she wanted to waste it. So she just had it sit on the table for when she wanted more. She was sure she would. Sure Morgan was a thin small girl, but she sure as hell could eat. Some people ask her where it goes, but she never knows because she has such a fast metabolism, it's not like you can see where the food goes to her body.

She looked over at Kirk when he went to speak to her and she looked over his features, he was hot yes. So she could see why girls would throw themselves at her, but the fact that he would go around with any number of them and mess around, that wasn't really good in her book, and she was basically over that now. If she dwelled on what he did in the past, than it would only bother her, not him, it would be her own fault for holding a grudge, not him, and Morgan didn't want to be one of those people to hold a grudge seeing as how she wasn't that type of person, unless someone really did something ro betray her trust.

Morgan heard him say that he was very scared and she laughed. She laughed because of the tone of his words and the fat that he told her to hold him as well. "You would say that." She said laughing as she watched as he moved closer to her. She felt him tug on her arm and then there were the puppy dog eyes. Morgan rolled her eyes at him, "Fine." she said as she weaseled her arm behind his back and then put her arm over his stomach. "Better?" She asked him as she laughed again once more as she looked at the movie on the tv. "Waiter huh?" She said to him, referring to his server comment. "I'd believe it." She said to him looking back to him.

Morgan went to watch the movie again, still with her arms around him, but when he started talking about his 'friend', she looked back over to him, watching his eyes with hers full of attention. Morgan was for some reason, really wanting to know these things about him, on this topic. Why did she seem so obsessive about this? Well she wouldn't let him know that. Morgan heard that they were still friends, and Morgan was fine with that, but when he said that they haven't hooked up lately, she frowned, "So you're planning on it again?" She asked, but before she got her answer, it was like he read her mind when he said that he hasn't been with anyone since that time at work, and that she was right.

Morgan's smile grew on her face. "So how does she feel about it?" She asked him, and then decided to throw that question out of her mind and then she moved in close to Kirk's face. She had her face only inches from his, she looked at his eyes, then his cheeks, his nose, eyes once again, and then Morgan looked at his lips. They looked soft, she knew they had been kissed plenty of times before her. Morgan then leaned in and very softly, she kissed Devin. Lingering a few moments before pulling back. "Actually, don't answer that. I don't care." She said as she leaned back to where she was previously, but arms still looped around him.

[kirk devin davies]

Hmm. Strange, Dev felt someone’s eyes on him, watching and studying. Morgan? Unlikely; she always saw him at work, so why would she look him over now? Still, she was the only one around, unless there was spirits haunting his house. No way. He decided not to talk though and just eat his pasta quickly, quiet and well – mannered as he finished the bowl. Well, he had that going for him; he could be perfectly polite if he wanted to, though those instances were rare. He sat the plate on the coffee table, and saw that Morgan had done the same, although her plate had some pasta left.

Which made him look at her, at her slim but lush figure, just wonderful red hair and extraordinarily pretty face. Easily, she was one of the most attractive girls he’d ever seen, which was saying something, as Key West was quite famous for its pretty population and he had lived there for his entire life, so he was quite used to being surrounded by beautiful people. In fact, he counted himself as one of them. Still, something about Morgan made her stand out, and he knew exactly what it was. Her personality. Blunt and honest while nice at the core. Dev shook his head, again, he found himself thinking about her, and he had been staring, as usual. Shaking his head, he took a sip of wine before setting the glass back on the table.

Dev’s eyes widened in surprise as he felt her arm move through the cough and settle on his stomach. He was used to this kind of contact, of course, but he didn’t expect Morgan to do it. Still, he got comfortable soon enough, and replied, “A bit.” He was still pushing his luck, and he scooted even closer to her. He only nodded and watched the movie as she laughed and said she believed the waiter job. This was perfect really, just the two of them on the couch, watching a movie.

Then she was looking straight at him as he explained his lack of hook – ups since that day. Weird, she looked very interested in it, and Dev was confused, though he was happy too. Maybe she was interested in that because she was interested in him? He held onto the thought even though he had no idea if it was true. She asked if they were planning on doing it again, and well, he had already answered that. “No. We aren’t.” He still said even though he had already explained that bit.

The movie was forgotten by now, all his attention was at Morgan, who had asked how Jess had felt about it. In truth, he didn’t know, but he imagined that she wasn’t too hurt. They were still friends, of course, but they hadn’t talked in a while because Dev was scared of the temptation. Just as he was about to answer, he saw Morgan’s face right in front of his, her eyes taking in his every feature. He did the same, at first looking at the vibrant red locks, then her eyes, and finally at her lips, which were getting closer. Closer. Closer…

Their lips had touched in a kiss, gentle and sweet. Dev closed his eyes for just a moment before Morgan pulled back, saying that she didn’t care. About what, he thought confusedly, still dazed from the kiss. He knew he wanted more, so much more. Wordlessly, he leaned to her, placing a hand on her cheek very gently, as if he was being careful with something extremely valuable. And it was. With his thumb, he softly caressed it as he kissed her again, his lips sinking into hers as the movie played on in the background.

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[morgan elise park]

When Morgan slipped her arm in behind Kirk's back, she heard him say a bit. "Just a bit?" She responded to him as she draped her other arm over him, entwining her own fingers so that she could keep a hold of him without holding him too tight or too loosely. Why did she even care about how she held him? Morgan has had boyfriends, sure. But when they got too serious, she either went out of her way to get them to break up with her, or she would break up with them. But Devin was different, she felt as if she looked at him differently now. Not as a man who sleeps around with every girl he could get the chance with, but she looked at him as a changed man. And she wondered if he changed for her.

After Morgan had kissed Dev, she heard him answer her question about if he and that girl still hooked up and he said that he hadn't. Well she more so asked if they planned on it again. And with that no, her smile grew. Morgan's face was still near Dev's but not as close as it was when she had leaned in to kiss him.

Morgan watched as after she kissed him, he looked at her. She thought that he looked confused, yet surprised. And even at the same time, she could see a smoldering deep in his eyes, something that said he wanted her to kiss him again, that he wanted to kiss her. Morgan looked over his features once more. She didn't see any difference in the way he looked. She though that a changed man would look different some how, but Devin didn't. But she decided to find out if it was her that he changed for. "Are you not hooking up any more because of me?" She flat out asked him.

That was one awesome thing about Morgan, she always told the straight truth, and she always spoke what was on her mind at the time. But right after she asked him the question, she felt a warm tingle on her cheek, she glanced to her right and she seen that Devin was caressing her, looking at her strange. She watched as he moved in, and Morgan as well leaned in to meet him. Their lips met once more. She was forgetting all about the movie if it wasn't already forgotten. She scooted closer to him, moving one arm to place her hand around his neck as she deepened their kiss. She then parted her lips slightly and ran her tongue over his lips to grant her access to his mouth and tongue. Morgan actually wanted more.

[kirk devin davies]

It was a simple enough question, very honest and direct. Just what he loved about Morgan. She always said what she wanted to say, not caring about hurting feelings or stepping in toes. If something needed to be said, she’ll say it. So he answered in a similar fashion, quick and truthful. Not hooking up, not fucking random girls; he did it all just to prove something; both to Morgan and himself. But mostly to Morgan. He really wanted her to know that he can keep his hands to himself if he really tried. That he really could change. And he did. “Yes.” He managed to breathe out, giving a slight nod as he leaned in to kiss her. Hmm. He needed to be careful not to take things too far or rush things here…

At the moment though, looks like he’ll have to try his hardest. She hadn’t rejected his kiss, in fact, she had a hand around her neck as she pulled him closer, pressing their lips together. Dev actually shivered a bit when she ran her tongue over his lips. He needed to further invitation; he tilted his head and sneaked his tongue in her mouth, rubbing it against her tongue. His hand fell from her cheek and went to her hair, his fingers losing themselves in her bright red locks. Finally, he got to touch it; the pretty hair he admired so much. Soft.

Slowly, he pulled his lips away from hers, a content smile on his as he looked at her again. Quickly, he kissed her nose while his hand continued to hold hers, his grip getting slightly tighter as his heart began to race. This was so familiar; there were so many previous girls he had been with, but this was different too. It wasn’t just lust. There was something genuine, innocent even, about his affection for Morgan. It was stronger than the usual ‘like’, but it wasn’t that, at least, not yet. Definitely not… l… lo… Gah. Can’t say it. Can’t even think it. Usually, hearing that word come off the lips of a girl was his cue to break things off. No thanks. Too early for that. Way too early for that. Don’t even get him started on the “M” word.

“Do you believe me?” His question was quiet, and his face was close enough that his nose was touching hers, his hand still running in her hair. He just needed to know that she believed and knew that he was changing, before he lost himself. Hmm, too late. His head went down to her jawline and he kissed it gently, running his tongue on the skin. He was careful though; he didn’t want to leave any marks. Ever since she had seen his, he had been slightly traumatized by the experience, and he was quite sure that Morgan would never, ever let him do anything like that.

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[morgan elise park]

Morgan watched Devin carefully after she asked him her question about him changing only for her. When he told her yes, Morgan's face lit up as she met him half way when he leaned in to kiss her. She touched her lips to his and she pressed her lips harder onto his. Devin was a really good kisser, but she figured after all the girls that he's been with that he would be a pro at it by now, and that he was.

Morgan invited him farther when she moved her tongue over his lips. She then tasted him. Dev tasted so sweet, not what she would've expected from him. She parted her mouth wider as she let his tongue into her mouth and she moved hers into his, touching her tongue to his as they basically danced around each other in their mouths. Morgan felt his hands move to her hair. She actually didn't realize that he hadn't touched it before now. She wondered if he liked touching it as much as he loved looking at it.

Morgan moved her hand from the back of his neck to the base of his shirt where the shirt met the jeans. She slid her fingers under the bottom of his shirt only a little, but enough for her fingertips to touch his soft skin.

Morgan looked at him as he pulled away, her breathing had already picked up a little bit from the make out session, and her hand was being held onto tight by his. Morgan thought about how much she realized that she liked this boy. She did like him a lot, but it wasn't even nearly close to love. That just wasn't in the cards for Morgan, she always fled when it came to the other person talking about love. She didn't know what it was and she didn't think that it would happen to her. That and marriage, Morgan was not the type of girl to get married, she didn't even want to. But just for now, she looked at Devin with a strong like and a longing look.

'Do you believe me?'

He asked her when he had told her that he did change for you. As morgan really thought about this, she felt his lips on her jawline and then the cool yet warm tingle from his tongue on her jaw. She managed to breath out a "Yes, I do." She said, but it was audible so he was sure to hear her. Morgan ran her hand that was resting on his skin under his shirt, up and down his sides as she let her nails drag each time she brought her hand down his side. She looked at him out of the corner of her eye as he kissed her jawline.

Morgans breath picked up the pace more, she was actually turned on and she put pressure on the hand that was under his shirt. She let her nails press into his side.