color me in;;

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

“Hm, wrong.” Elliot laughed, having no clue where she was going with it. “I’m sure I’ve said gayer, don’t you dare lie to me. Your name comes out of my mouth multiple times a day and just you is gay enough. But enough about that. Maxed my points? Do I finally get to upgrade to gold? When can I expect my gold gay card? A few business days, I’d hope.” She turned and looked to Morgan as she spoke, her won expression softening as well. “I know I should, but it’s hard to train my mind that it’s okay to do so. Normally when we’re together, I hate napping because it takes hours away form being with you, since one of us always has to leave soon. I know you’re here for a while because you’re taking car of me, but my mind still thinks that you’ll be gone in a blink of an eye.” She sighed, closing her eyes as her girlfriend stroked her hair. Taking in a breath, she nodded and let it out slowly. “I’ll rest.”

“I think when you get the gold card they express ship it, so it should be here tomorrow.” Morgan laughed. She pressed a kiss to the top of Elliot’s head as she spoke, knowing exactly how she felt. It had become such a norm of their relationship to not waste a single second they had together, that now knowing they had as long as they wanted felt so alien. “We can lay down together.” She compromised, standing up, holding out her hands for Elliot to get up. Helping her girlfriend towards her, no their, room, she felt her own exhaustion start to kick in. Maybe she needed to have a nap too, it had been so long since she had slept properly herself.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

“I’m already fed up with you. You flicked my ear at the hospital, how dare you treat me, an injured woman of society, like that? Fed up.” She joked around, wrapping her arm around Morgan’s shoulders, ignoring the slight aching that she felt in her own shoulder. It was definitely worth it to have her girlfriend back in her arms for the first time in a while. Elliot smiled at the returned contact, thankful to even be able to spend time with Morgan now. She definitely wasn’t thanking the accident for happening, but it brought the two together again, which she will always want. “How gay would it be for me to say home is whatever you are?” She asked with a small laugh, looking over to her. “Because I’ll gladly swipe my gay card and earn a few more gay points and say it because it’s the truth, as repulsive and gross as that is.”

“It may be the gayest thing you have ever said.” Morgan retorted, shrugging slightly. “You must have maxed out the points by now.” Her face relaxed into a softer smile. “You should rest now, it may not seem like you’ve done much, but your body has done more in the last hour than it has done in ages. You lazy cow.” She teased with a smirk. “Seriously though, you should probably have a nap, get some more energy for the rest of the day.” She ran her hand down Elliot’s hair, comforting her. Realistically, she planned to tidy up a little, to cook a dinner for the two of them, but she knew that she would end up watching Elliot, as if sitting with her would keep her safe, lessen her pain.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

Elliot blushed slightly and looked down as she sat. Whether Morgan was over exaggerating or being completely serious, being able to walk that far was a big deal. Even if her girlfriend was the one doing at least eighty percent of the walking. Who knew when she was going to be able to do it all on her own again. For now, she was just going to be thankful that she was able to have someone by her side to help her get from point a to point b. Shaking her head, she looked back up. “Not right now. I just want you to sit with me for a little. Haven’t been back here for what seems like forever and I’d like to enjoy my first moments back relishing in the fact that you’re here with me as well.” Despite the accident, the two had been apart for months. The times they got to sit in this very spot were always limited or slightly ruined by the haunting fact that their time was getting shorter and shorter together as the days went on. But now, Morgan was there to stay for quite a bit. At least until Elliot could handle being on her own. For once, she just wanted to have her girlfriend next to her and finally be content.

“You’ll soon be fed up with having me around.” She teased, knowing full well that Elliot wouldn’t, nor would Morgan get fed up. As they sat, she automatically moved closer, leaving no gap between the two bodies, her hand resting on Elliot’s thigh. It was the first time she had been able to just sit with her girlfriend and not have the small niggling voice in the back of her head, counting down the days, hours, until they had to part again. Now, even if they did have to part eventually while they sorted out their lives, she knew that the end is in sight. They had agreed to move in together. They no longer had to schedule in Skype dates, trying to make sure that they could communicate throughout the day. They’d be able to fall asleep together, even if it meant Morgan slipping in in the dead of night, she would no longer be alone. “It’s good to be home.” She smiled softly, pressing another small kiss to Elliot’s cheek.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

“Excuse me,” Elliot started, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked over to Morgan. “You will not leave me alone. You will be right here next to me and laughing at the things I say because you are my personal hype woman.” She was about to lean over to press a kiss to her cheek just out of habit of always doing it when Morgan’s driving. But her body still wasn’t up for each and every twist and turn yet. “And because you love me and I’m hurt and you’re not allowed to leave me alone for too long before I start complaining about how I’m useless and can’t even give my girlfriend a kiss on the cheek because it hurts to move.” She rolled her eyes at herself and sighed, gripping Morgan’s hand as she looked out the window. Eventually, they arrived to Elliot’s house and she had never been so excited to see it before. “Yes, mom.” She groaned, waiting for Morgan to reach her side. Slowly walking out, she followed Morgan’s instructions, but was also being very cautious on her own, not wanting to hurt much. “Yeah, okay,” she whispered, wrapping her arm around the girl’s shoulders to keep her steady and up straight. Making their way inside, Elliot sat down and sighed, closing her eyes, almost out of breath. “That’s the most I’ve walked in so long, my legs are aching and I feel like I just ran a marathon.”

“Yes ma’am!” She joked, mock-saluting as she did so. Morgan knew that there was no way that she was going to let Elliot out of her sight for more than a few minutes for at least a week. She smiled empathically at her, hating to see her in pain. “I’ll make sure to sit right in front of you later, so you can kiss my cheek as much as you want.” She promised with a chuckle. As they walked together, Morgan felt like she could barely breathe, she was so busy concentrating on making sure that she didn’t hurt Elliot. Sitting her down, she sat on the edge of the couch, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “You did it in one go though, well done baby!” Elliot hadn’t been wrong about her being her hype woman. She would do everything possible to always make her feel better, even if it involved congratulating her for not needing to stop at all on the walk in. “Do you need anything?” She asked, not wanting to settle down before she knew that Elliot was as okay as she could be.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

Finching, Elliot looked up at Morgan with a faux scowl. “Ow, fucker. I’m injured.” She raised her hand up to her ear before using the same hand to give her girlfriend the middle finger. Finally comfortable in her seat, Elliot sighed in content. Even the car seat felt better than the hospital bed she’d basically been living in. She couldn’t wait to feel what it was like to be back in her bed with Morgan by her side. She’d already forgotten. She looked over and smiled softly, nodding her head. “Yeah, that sounds like a good time.” She reached over and laced their fingers together. “It’s a date.” In or out, any time they spent together had felt like a date. It was never forever and ended in the blink of an eye. Morgan wasn’t always going to be home with Elliot while she was still healing. A quiet and intimate moment like watching movies together for a bit was the best date she could ask for. “Oh man, I can’t wait to go back on twitter it’s been so long. Can’t wait to mess with more people.”

Smiling, Morgan nodded in agreement as she drove. She was going to make sure that while she had  the time, she was going to spoil Elliot so much, and take her on as many dates as possible. And hope that Elliot would be too exhausted to argue that anything was too much. Snorting, she quickly looked over at Elliot, amusement etched onto her face. “God, you’re going to have a field day aren’t you?” She questioned, chuckling softly. “I’ll make sure to entertain myself for the next few days while you catch up on all your trolling.” She couldn’t help but feel gleeful again, knowing that she could talk so openly about her girlfriend now, and even better, give her as good as she gave. As they returned to Elliot’s, Morgan parked up, instructing her not to move an inch just yet, quickly running around to the other door so that she could help her out. “Just take it slow, okay?” She murmured, her arm wrapping around her waist as the two made their way inside.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

“Well,” Elliot laughed, holding her hand out to begin counting all of the things Morgan had done. “You were nice to me, you called me pretty before ever seeing me, you told me once that if I cried you would cry which hashtag validated me, you got me tickets to a Morgan Fernandez show, you took me to your favorite place, you brought me back to your place and kissed me up against the door, you romantic, you.” Elliot dropped her hand and just smiled up to the girl. “I can go on, but there’s a lot of stuff I can say about you and I kind of wanna get out of the hospital. We can talk about it in the car though, I’m not done talking about all of the lovely and amazing things my beautiful and fantastic perfect girlfriend has done for me.” She was glad she she was still herself. This hospital stay didn’t take much out of her. Yet, she sat in a wheelchair, still being able to joke about things and be annoyingly in love with her girlfriend. As they got closer to the exit and could see the little bit of a crowd, she sighed contently at Morgan’s reassuring touch. She wasn’t worried much about the photos, but she knew Morgan wasn’t the happiest to have it happening. At least with the girl trying to reassure her, her mood might help Morgan along without letting her be too annoyed. Elliot tried to keep her head down and focused on her phone as the camera flashes went off. But, as fast they had made it to the exit, they made it to the car and Elliot was inside, safe and sound. She watched Morgan return the wheelchair. Smiling softly, Elliot looked over and nodded. “Let’s go home, baby.”

Laughing, Morgan gently flicked Elliot’s ear. “Okay, okay, clearly I have game and wooed the fuck out of you.” She supposed that she was a romantic, but to her it just felt normal, just felt right. If she wasn’t going to try and impress the woman she loved, wasn’t going to treat her like a princess, what was the point? She needed to show her just how happy that she made Morgan. In the car, her heart felt like it had tripled in size at the thought of them going home. She grinned inanely as she started the car, thinking about just how used to that she could get. Not the coming home from the hospital part, but the coming home part. “I was thinking, when we get home, fluffy socks, lots of pillows and some cheesy movies?” She knew that she had to go back to reality soon, that even while staying in New York, she would eventually have to do some work, go to meetings, but for now, she was happy just to stay in their little bubble, for as long as she possibly could.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

As much as she was sick of being in the hospital, Elliot wasn’t yet ready to leave. She knew that leaving meant she was okay and cleared to go, but she still wasn’t going to be able to do much on her own, leaving Morgan to basically be her personal servant for a little. No nurse was going to come to her bed side every time she needed something, or check in on her just about every hour. Elliot didn’t want that to have to be Morgan’s responsibility. She didn’t want to annoy her with it. It was known that Morgan was going to be completely okay with it, and probably be more annoying about checking up on her than the nurses were, but it was still a tiny fear in the back of her mind. Sitting in her own clothes for the first time, Elliot watched the silenced TV as she waited for her girlfriend to arrive and take her back to her house. Somewhere she dramatically would say she forgot what it looked like. Soon enough, Morgan walked in and Elliot smiled over her, glad to see her. For the first time since starting their relationship, it had been a normal thing for them to see each other every single day. The circumstances sucked, of course, but it was at least nice to spend almost every second together and never get sick of the other. Elliot nodded and looked up to the girl, reaching her head up to press a tiny kiss to her lips. “Yeah, get me out of this place, I’m starting to go crazy, I’ve been seeing my girlfriend every single day and I’m convinced it’s not real,” she joked, holding onto Morgan as she lowered into the wheelchair. Sitting with a tiny huff, Elliot shrugged. She didn’t care much about how she left or what happened in the process of leaving, as long as she was going to get into the car and head home with her girlfriend by her side. “It’s okay,” she began, offering a small smile. “It’s not really a big deal to me. It’s obvious I’m here, not much to hide, you know? The pictures don’t mean much. Just as long as it isn’t overwhelming and you’re with me, I’ll be okay.” She knew that the paparazzi were always insane when it came to taking photos. Each entrance was most likely going to be swarmed with cameras. They weren’t going to get away without a single one being taken. But hopefully reassuring Morgan was enough to keep her irritation at bay.

“Don’t worry, I’m totally a figment of your imagination right now, surprise!” She joked back, letting out a breath she hadn’t realised she was holding. She returned Elliot’s smile, looking at her in wonder. “How did I get so lucky with you?” She asked. Half the time, Morgan couldn’t handle the full extent of the cameras and shouting that could follow her around, and like her manager liked to tell her when she complained, it was just part of her job. If she wanted to be as successful as she was, she had to put up with people wanting to know every inch of her life. It was her least favourite part about her career. And yet, here was Elliot, seemingly so calm and accepting of it, when it wasn’t her burden to carry. Although, she knew if she said that out loud, she would get an eye roll and to be told that it didn’t matter anymore, that they were in it all together. As she pushed the chair down the corridor, she felt relief wash over her. Since Elliot had been in hospital, she had an underlying feeling of anxiety, worrying that something could go wrong, that she’d have her girlfriend taken away from her, but now that they were leaving, she felt like a weight was being lifted off her chest. Using the other exit, she could see a few people around it, however it was barely a fraction of the other door. Gripping the handle with one hand, she reached down with the other and squeezed Elliot’s shoulder, hoping it would be reassuring as the cameras went off. Keeping her head down, Morgan carried on, walking over to where she had parked the car. She helped Elliot into it, before quickly running the chair back to the reception. Finally sitting in her car, she leant over, pressing a quick kiss to her cheek. “Are you ready to go home?” She asked, excitedly, both because Elliot was getting to go home, and because they were going home together, for the first time in their relationship they were going to spend every day together, without a looming deadline to when the other had to leave.

[morganfernandez]

Morgan’s time in New York so far had been spent in and out of the hospital, making sure that Elliot’s stay was as comfortable as possible. Despite her comings and goings, she had managed to mostly stay off the radar. It was as if the media was actually giving her some space, actually realising that now was not a good time. Today was finally the day that her girlfriend could come home, and she couldn’t be more excited. She had spent the morning in her apartment, making sure that everything was perfect, including making sure that the cupboards were filled with Elliot’s favorite snacks. Pulling back up to the hospital, she noticed a small group milling around the exit. Some of them had cameras, causing her to groan. All she wanted was to be able to get Elliot home and comfortable as quick as possible. The last thing she needed was being thrown into it so forcefully. Now that she had gone public with her relationship, she expected there to be interest in getting pictures of them together, but she had naively hoped that they would have a bit more time. Parking up, she threw on a cap and sunglasses, as if that was ever a good disguise, and made her way inside, not stopping at all, like she may have in any other situation. Before slipping into the room, she had to find her doctor, trying to contain the irritation she felt, to sort out leaving another way.

As she entered Elliot’s room, she felt her shoulders relax and the smile was back on her face. “You ready, babe?” She asked, quickly pressing a kiss to her forehead. She helped lower Elliot into the wheelchair, both because it was hospital policy for her to have to make her way to the car in one, but also because Morgan wanted to make sure that she was comfortable and safe. “We’re going to have to go around the back.” She sighed, her tone full of apologises and annoyance. “Someone must have mentioned that you’re leaving today and there’s people waiting outside.”

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

Going back to sleep sounded like heaven to Elliot. But she really wasn’t ready to say goodbye to Morgan just yet. Even if it would just be a few hours and realistically not affect her at all. She sniffed and laid back with the assistance of her girlfriend. “Are you going to stay?” She asked, trying her best to get as comfortable as possible, despite the position her body was forced to be in. As soon as her head hit the pillow, it almost felt impossible to keep her eyes open. But she was up for the task, only to hear Morgan’s voice as much as possible.

Smiling, Morgan nodded, before realising that she should probably vocalise it too. “You’re not getting rid of me, don’t worry.” There was nowhere else she could even think about going. Going to Elliot’s place without her just felt too lonely, and going to a hotel in the city her girlfriend lived in just felt wrong. “But I’m going to ask for one of those camp bed things.” She warned her. As much as she wanted to be able to fall asleep holding Elliot, she knew it probably wasn’t the best idea, she didn’t want to accidentally hurt her in the night. She didn’t want to go until she knew that Elliot was asleep though, moving so she was sat on the edge of the bed, holding her hand, watching over her, as if she was scared that she was going to lose her. Morgan knew it was going to be practically impossible for her to get a good sleep, even if she felt exhausted, she knew she was going to be constantly checking up on her girlfriend.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

Listening to Elliot speak somehow calmed her enough to take a breath. She still couldn’t stop her emotions from flowing out of her as heavy as they were, but it was enough for her to try. It wasn’t hearing that Morgan was so emotional over a potential loss. It was knowing that she was here and with her right now. They were both terrified, yet they got to sit right here next to each other in the moment. The would have been is in the past, Elliot was okay. She was alive and will be well soon enough. She looked down to their hands as that seemed to be Morgan’s main focus. She used her thumb to gently rub against Morgan’s fingers. She needed her girlfriend to reassure her everything was okay, yet she found herself wanting to only do the same back for her. Able to see the girl looking up in her peripheral, Elliot looked up as well, meeting her eyes. She She slowly nodded and tried to smile. It was tiny and only lasted a few seconds, but it was enough. “I love you.” With something as tragic as the accident, she realized that they couldn’t really live without each other. They constantly said those words, but she still felt the need to reassure, to let her know that she loved her. No one would ever know when the last time could be. She leaned her head onto Morgan’s and took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. Tears still fell, her chin still quivered and her lips held back the frown. But she was okay.

Morgan let out a ragged breath as Elliot spoke. It was definitely not a phrase she was going to take for granted. She could have so easily never heard her say it again, and that made it mean even more to her now. “I love you too.” She breathed out, closing her eyes as their heads met. Her hand reached up, stroking at Elliot’s cheek. “You should get some rest.” She murmured. “Your body must be exhausted.” She tilted her head, closing the gap between them. She kissed her softly, letting all the emotions she was overwhelmed with fly free. She wiped away the tears from her girlfriend’s face, ignoring the few that were on her own. Moving back, she regarded the bed. Holding Elliot up slightly, she puffed up the pillow behind her, before letting her lean back down.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

“For once, I’m okay with that. Any other time it belongs to me for putting up with you.” Elliot joked. With Morgan encouraging Elliot to let all of her emotions back, she didn’t hold anything back. She finally let it all take over, her hands shaking as she held on tight to her girlfriend’s hands. It was definitely the shock wearing off, leaving her to sit in fear and realization. She was incredibly lucky to be where she was right now, but felt for what could have been. “How are you not upset?” She croaked out somehow. She looked up and wiped her eyes and nose, despite everything continuing to drip. “How are you so strong about this? You could have never ever seen me again and you’re handling it so well. How are you doing it?”

Morgan could have lied, could have reeled off something about how grateful she was that Elliot was okay, which of course she was, but that wasn’t the reason she seemed so calm in this moment. Instead, she settled on the truth. “Honestly? I spent pretty much the entire journey here worrying, and waiting here, waiting for you to wake up? I don’t think I’ve ever cried so much.” She spoke frankly, all traces of humour so far gone. “I’m sure your mom thinks I have emotional issues.” Well, maybe not that far gone. “But you’re here. You’re awake, you’re mostly okay, everything will heal, and I can’t thank the world enough for that.” She shrugged, suddenly focused on Elliot’s hands. For someone who was happy to spill her emotions out on stage in front of so many people, sometimes she found it difficult to do it so personally. “Every scenario went through my head, and the best one came true, so because of that, I have to be happy.” Taking a deep breath, she looked up at Elliot’s face, smiling sadly. “I have you, and that’s all that matters.”

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

“Nah,” Elliot said with a smile. “Normally prizes are some stupid little thing that just make you feel good when you win. You’re better than that.” Winking, she softened her gaze. “How’s that? That better? Am I girlfriend of the year again?” Gasping slightly, Elliot let her jaw drop slightly, the corners of her mouth beginning to curl up, smiling as much as she could with a gaping mouth. “You’ll find somewhere for me to milk a cow? Okay, now you’re girlfriend of the year.” Even she was confused at her quick mood change. It was just too overwhelming for her. Not to mention everything that had to have been pumped into her system taking having its side effects on her now. Shaking her head, she refused to look up at Morgan. All she felt was guilt for something that was completely out of her control. Finally looking up as she felt Morgan’s touch, Elliot sniffed as she continued to let the tears fall. Having her hand squeezed by her girlfriend made her want to be strong. Clenching her jaw to stop her crying did not one thing. Trying to put on that facade only made it worse, continuing her cries.

“How about we share the title this year?” She offered up, with a small grin. The sight in front of her was causing her to feel a pang of pain in her stomach, wishing more than anything that she could make Elliot feel better, to take away all the hurt and pain inside of her. Instead, Morgan had to settle for wiping away her tears, making soft noises of comfort as she did so. “Let it out, baby, you’ll feel better in the end.” She reassured. She wondered if this was the shock wearing off, all the emotions coming crashing back in full force. She swallowed thickly, not allowing herself to get upset, even if the sight of her girlfriend crying made her want to join in. “Just let it out, then try and get some rest.” Her hands continued to stroke as reassuringly as she could. 

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

Elliot scoffed and shook her head. “I can control myself around you, I can’t control myself around me. Have you seen me? I’m hot. But sometimes, you just want someone else to satisfy your needs and that’s where you come along. I’m also just trying to help our the less fortunate, which is also where you come along. I should literally get a prize.” She never thought a trip to Nebraska would sound so inviting. Having Morgan in her life really changed everything. If some of her friends just decided to go to a state like that, out of the blue, and invite her along, Elliot would take a hard no. But the idea of traveling anywhere with her girlfriend was almost like a dream. They could just take a vacation to a secluded part of New York that she’d been millions of times before and she’d see the place in a whole new perspective. “You got it, I’ll look forward to it. Nebraska kinda sounds farm-y. I’m just picturing a lot of produce and cows and I’m into it, let’s go.” As Morgan turned Elliot’s words on her, she laughed and shook her head, giving it to her. It was pretty gay. “I love you too.” Saying that to her every got old. Her mind flashed back to when Morgan said it to her first. She’d had the time of her life just staying in her house with her for a week, yet being able to exchange their love for each other made her the happiest person on Earth. That moment didn’t stay so happy in her mind when she was reminded of the events that happened earlier that night. “You know, I could have never said that to you again.” She whispered. “The last time I saw you was months ago and that could have been the last. The last forever. I could have died tonight. Almost died tonight.” Pulling her hand away from Morgan, she looked straight again. “Oh my god, I almost died. I almost died.” Elliot didn’t want to cry, but it was like someone snapped and she was immediately in a full on sob. 

Acting offended, Morgan gasped. "Are you saying I am not your prize? Fucking rude." She shook her head. "The rudest." She continued to mutter under her breath. "I'll make sure to find you somewhere to milk a cow, get you the full experience." The smile soon fell off her face as she saw the change in Elliot's mood. Quickly manoeuvring so she could face her better, without jolting her too much. "Hey, hey, it's okay." She tried to calm her down. As Elliot began to cry, Morgan felt tears running down her own face. "You could have, yes." She agreed, she couldn't not, especially since the thought had ran through her on mind multiple times. "But you didn't. You're here. You're okay. I got you." She tried to reassure her, her hand reaching up to Elliot's face, wiping away the tears. She grabbed her hand, squeezing it tightly, wanting to anchor her.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

Elliot smirked to hide back the true emotions she felt. She felt like crying, in all honesty. She’d just come out of her sleep, leaving her a lot more vulnerable, yet she was still able to control everything some how. “That’s the gayest thing you’d ever said. Even gayer than when we’re hav-” Cutting herself off, she closed her eyes with a smile, shaking her head. “Not gonna say it because I’m low key mad that it’s gonna be a good six months until we can again.” Laughing quietly at herself, it was the truth. “It’ll take a bit to move in with you but I’m okay with the little bit of time we’ll have while I’m healing. Waking up with you any time longer than a week is enough for me. Well, not really, but you know. Also, a big hard ‘hell no’ to Nebraska. What the fuck is even in Nebraska? The only thing I know about it is that Aunt Becky from Full House was from Nebraska. Or… was that Nevada?” Stopping for a bit, she looked up as she tried to think of the difference between the states to be sure, until she realized it wasn’t important at all. “I mean, I’d be willing to move all of my things to California, babe… It’s a big move, but it’s worth it. A lot of the work you do is there. It’s easier to go there than have to say goodbye to you for majority of the year because we’re in a less convenient state.” Shrugging her shoulders slightly, Elliot continued. “Besides, my entire life is already there.” Turning to look at Morgan completely, Elliot gave a half smile. Rubbing Morgan’s hand with her thumb, she leaned over to kissed her cheek. “Who says I’d need to move anything when you’re the only thing I need?” Pulling away, she laid back more comfortably, taking her time to not hurt herself even more. “I know it’s not my fault, but Morgan, you know damn well you’d feel bad if something like that happened whether it was your fault or not. I can say he deserved it for even thinking about driving, but I could never wish that on anyone.”

Morgan would have retaliated, but she didn’t need to, smirking instead at Elliot’s realisation. “You’ll just have to learn to control yourself around me, poor you.” She joked back. She shrugged, not really knowing much about Nebraska, even when touring she had only been there a handful of times. “No idea, let’s take a trip.” She teased. Her heart rate felt like a butterfly’s, the thought of the two of them actually moving in together, being able to have a life together, causing her to feel a happiness she didn’t think was possible. However, instead of expressing that, she decided to go down the less sincere route. “Now, that is the gayest thing you have ever said.” She couldn’t help but turn her own words against her, with a smirk. “I love you.” She breathed out, never getting enough of saying it. Reaching out, Morgan covered Elliot’s hand with her own, her smile softening as she stroked the skin. “You’re right, as usual.” She agreed, knowing she would be a mess in the other woman’s position. “It just shows you have too big a heart.”

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

Elliot sighed and nodded. There was really nothing she could do. She could complain about her concern, but even then, Morgan wouldn’t be able to do much either. Although, Morgan was the one that had been doing this for quite a while, she must have been used to it. Elliot was only experiencing this bit for a little over a year. The concern was a given, but the action was nothing too serious. They’ve got it under control. Morgan’s well being was probably their number one priority and knew when to stop. Elliot closed her eyes as Morgan’s lips met her skin, only for them to open up immediately, turning slowly to look over at her. “You’re serious? I was kind of joking, we always just say things like that about moving in together. But do you really want to?” Her voice was soft, her mind running with the possibilities of them actually living together. Who said they couldn’t? Morgan just went public with their relationship, they could do anything they wanted. The second they go out together, their lives are going to be everywhere, so why not? “Maybe after I heal up we can look for a place.” Elliot smile and bit her lip, her eyes watering up. “Oh my god, this makes me want to cry, I can’t believe I’m talking about moving in with my girlfriend. My life is going in such a beautiful direction, I can’t believe this is happening. I’m so happy.” Listening to her speak, she pictured a beat up man in her mind, not even knowing what he looked like before. It was probably best or she would have felt even worse than she did now. “That makes me a little less happy but still happy. Still positive, I guess.”

Nodding, Morgan grinned. “I’ve wanted to move in with you since the first time I had you in my place.” She wasn’t even ashamed to admit it. Of course, the two had spoken for long enough before they officially met that it wasn’t quite as sudden as it sounded, but she truly believed she fell in love with Elliot at first sight. Every time they were able to stay with each other, living so domestically for such short times, it made her want it more and more. And now that they were public, there was nothing stopping them. “We have plenty of time, I’m going to be moving into your place for a while anyway, so don’t use this as an excuse to try and force yourself to move around so quickly.” She threatened, jokingly. “We have the task of figuring out which state first. Maybe we should just go down the middle and move to Nebraska.” She wanted to embrace Elliot, to hug her so tight, but instead she had to settle for squeezing her hand tightly. “You make me so happy.” She was glad she didn’t rely all the truth to Elliot, she didn’t want her to lose her good mood. “It’s not your fault, babe.” She repeated quietly, hoping that if she kept saying it, she would feel less guilty.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

Elliot’s jaw dropped as she looked to Morgan. “I can’t believe you’re using the hospital bed as a crutch. If I was at home, perfectly fine, I’d still win. You can’t tell me otherwise.” She giggled softly, their stupid little banters meaning the most to her, especially at a time like this. Leaning her head to the side to place on top of Morgan’s, she sighed and pouted. “Well, Ms. Lots of Coffee, maybe a break off and some sleep is another way. But who am I to say? I’m only your girlfriend who cares about your well being. Definitely not important, you know?” Her tone obviously made it a joke, but she couldn’t help but bit she still felt was the truth in the back of her mind. Elliot knew there was nothing she could do. Hell, there was nothing Morgan could do either. It was just how her life played out. She was a busy girl. But she hated to know that this was how she was surviving. “At least it’s with me, I guess.” If only it didn’t have to take Elliot literally almost dying to give the girl some time off. “Or we can just get a place together in general and finally never have to literally live almost 3,000 miles apart.” She quieted down for a second, closing her eyes as they laid with each other, her head still comfortably on top of Morgan’s. “Thank you for being here, Morgan.” She whispered, knowing it shouldn’t even have to be said. Even if it was just a minor crash, Elliot knew her girlfriend well enough to expect her to be by her side as soon as possible. “Did anyone tell you what happened to the other person?”

“Things should slow down again soon, once the promotion is over.” Morgan reassured. Although once that was done, she was due to embark on a tour, although thankfully she decided against a world one just yet, and it was only within the states. She wanted a little time off before she went off gallivanting around the globe. Pressing yet another kiss to Elliot’s skin, just happy to be able to do so, she smiled. “Maybe we should get a place together.” She agreed. She knew that Elliot was doing okay, that the accident hadn’t been too serious, but it made it even more glaringly obvious that Morgan didn’t want to be so far from her all the time. She had no idea how the logistics would work, both of them having commitments in their respective homes, but she was sure that they’d eventually find a way. “There’s nowhere else I would be.” She promised. As she asked, Morgan nodded. “Yeah, um, the police apparently want to take him in, once he is discharged.” She had briefly caught a glimpse of him earlier, because the staff had clearly thought having the two on the same floor was a good idea, and he hadn’t looked great, but Morgan wasn’t going to relay that part of the information. There was no point making Elliot irrationally feel more guilty if it was all just cosmetic.

[morganfernandez]

elliotradwell:

“Great. Well actually, I’m gonna need you to sign a waiver. Normally you’d be allowed to have some kind of alone time, but now you’re required to be with me and I need to have some written form of your agreement so that you can’t back out.” Elliot wore a fairly smug smile as Morgan spoke, knowing that even though she literally just said this wasn’t going to be an argument, she definitely won. “Mm, okay, you can think that. As long as that pretty little head of yours is happy then go ahead, think you won. But we all know the truth.” She winked before settling back a bit more, trying to get as comfortable as she could being in a hospital bed with as much machines as she was connected to as well as the the items she wore to help her body heal. “That’s so much in one day, I literally don’t know how you do it. So bad I just want to tell you to relax and sleep but I know that you can’t just take off. It sucks. I wish I could do something about it.” Elliot used her thumb to rub against Morgan’s hand and sighed before slightly smiling, perking up a teeny bit. “I guess two is fine.”

“I’ll get my lawyers to look over it and have it back to you in the morning.” Morgan rolled her eyes, accepting the defeat. “Whatever, babe, I’m just going to be nice to you and let you think that considering you’e in a hospital bed.” She moved back slightly as Elliot shifted, before falling down beside her again, pressing a gentle kiss to her shoulder. “Lots of coffee is the only way.” She shrugged. Realistically, during such busy times, she was so constantly exhausted, but the love of her job, getting to see people whose lives she had impacted made her keep going. She didn’t have to fake any of her enthusiasm, it all came naturally, even if she was working on about ten hours sleep a week. “Well, I have time to sleep and rest in my time off with you.” She teased. “See, you can do something about it!” Of course, if Elliot ever got herself into such a position again just for Morgan then she might actually murder her. “We need to get a place together, one with lots of room for dogs to run, first.”