a night full of horror movies on the couch had melted into something hotter, heavier. it began with a look held a beat too long, a small shift closer, a hand reaching out. fingers laced together and when the movie blurred into background noise, morgan leaned in and kissed him. just a brush of lips at first, testing, but lingering enough to leave the offer hanging there - an offer, he took. somehow teeth and tongue carry her into his lap, straddling him, her hips grinding slow for friction while the soundtrack of screams and stabs bleed into the room. his hands roam and she lets them, smiling into his mouth at the way he feels beneath her, at the way he groans when she bites down too hard, when her nails carve red lines into the back of his neck. the movie hits its climax as she tangles tattooed fingers into his hair and gives a sharp tug, just enough to sting, just enough to pull another sound from him. want coils low in her stomach, thrumming steady like a heartbeat, undeniable now. she breathes his name against his open mouth, heat and warning tangled in her tone “tommy,” she whispers, voice rough with hunger, “you gotta tell me to stop before i eat you alive.”