#bubbles3

It took no more than her requesting it for Morty to stop trying to get up and instead relax back into their cozy snuggle. It was unfair, really, the power she had over him with just her pout—and those eyes—but he wasn’t complaining. It wasn’t like he really wanted to go anywhere in the first place (just making the motions out of courtesy, because maybe she didn’t want to be the one to say he should go.) To think he had already found it hard to leave Bubbles’ side when they were hanging out as friends; now that they were back together, it was almost impossible. Morty didn’t know how long this renewed honeymoon phase would last, when either of them would start wanting the occasional alone time or personal space again, but he could only imagine himself being caught in Bubbles’ magnetic field for the rest of his life.

“I’ll stay until you’re sick of me. Good luck trying to get rid of me,” he teased, but then added a little more seriously, “I do have to go home to shower and change at some point…" When was too soon to start thinking about moving in together? Morty pushed that thought aside, reminding himself not to rush things even though it felt like they had years to make up for from when they should have been together. (Did the half a year they'd dated as teenagers count towards total relationship length, or did it reset when they got back together?) Putting the idea of living together in his pocket for now, he had a more timely solution for their current not-wanting-to-leave-each-other dilemma. "Do you wanna go out tonight? We'll go on a date, wherever you want.”