10 of 13 for @rockabilysplit
With Morti more and more often busy with the life she was building, much to Rick’s internal chagrin, he found that he had spare time. Insomuch, of course, as Rick ever had ‘spare’ anything. Parts became machines, time became projects or adventures. The latter, he found, were less interesting (sometimes, although he’d never admit it) without Morti to tag along.
One of the things that he had found to do was spend time with Unity. The past being firmly buried behind them, they had been able to reconvene their relationship more or less where they left off. It wasn’t necessarily perfect, but little was.
He and Unity, whichever host or hosts it had around, spent more time than not in the house Morti was renting. She had tried the apartment thing but with Rick welcomed to come along with her, Morti had decided more room was better – and they needed a garage for experiments, of course. It wasn’t a large house, but it was sufficient for two (although Unity usually added at least one to the mix).
On one particularly chilly winter day, Morti was due to be gone for some time. Unity, in the form of a petite, young redhead (its personal favorite through the years) and a lithe man in his early forties with skin the color of the night sky and eyes with no irises but pupils like stars, was settled on either end of the couch with Rick in the middle.
Rick wasn’t, by and large, a particularly affectionate individual but something with Unity made it just that much easier to give in to the desire.
Ren, the male host’s original name, slid an arm behind Rick’s shoulders and tugged the older man gently closer to him. With a smirk befitting a man that had a hivemind wrapped around his finger, Rick cast a glance at the girl who had once been called Sophia. He crooked a long finger to suggest she join them, even if he knew Unity could feel the thought radiating off of him.
Since the incident, Unity did not come anywhere near entering his mind without his express permission – but it didn’t need to. The entity that was Unity, who generally allowed ‘she to be the common pronoun used without raising too much of a stink, knew Rick Sanchez very well without having to read his mind.
Sophia-Unity slunk across the couch on all fours before she laid herself across the lap of Rick and a little on Ren-Unity. Despite her personal affinity for Rick’s hair, it was the man’s fingers that found their way into her red locks.
Unity, in both forms, wound its way around the scientist that she had loved for decades – even when she hated him and Rick basked in the warmth of the hivemind who gave him its whole self whenever he requested it.
