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MORGAN:

A week and a half had passed since Puck and Eva had confronted Morgan about Andy. The wheels had turned inside the young cowboy's head, going over every single word, every single thing that had been said, analyzing every single part of it, and trying to figure out what the best strategy for going about this whole ordeal would be. He'd basically isolated himself, not talking to his two lovers, or spending the same amount of time with them, that he used to, just to figure it our. And he missed them, goddammit! He couldn't help it! But he needed this conversation with Andy to be out of the way. He needed to have an answer, to know what the next step would be, before seeing them again. And when he finally did, it did not go any type of way that he was expecting it to. In fact, it had left him angry, frustrated and hurt. And he could easily just have let that kick him back into isolation, but being his rational self, Morgan didn't want that to happen. No, he knew what his next step would be. He rang the doorbell of the condo, leaning against the doorframe and running his fingers down his chins, the beard brushing against his fingertips as he waited for the frontdoor to open. And when he did, he slowly stood up, and looked at her. His eyes found her deep ones, and he felt his knees buckle. He'd thought out exactly what to say, but when he saw her, he couldn't help himself. Instead, he let his impulses take over, and he stepped forward, his hands softly grabbing a hold of her waist and bringing her body into his, their chests colliding and their lips crashing against each other, in the most hungry way that Morgan had ever been for Eva.

EVA:

With classes having started this week, Eva had been able to throw herself into work and use it as a distraction from any ounce of guilt she had about what had gone down with Morgan. While she didn't regret her interaction with Andy, she had regretted telling Morgan about it. With the way he'd stormed out of her classroom and then hadn't said a word to her since, she didn't exactly know where they stood. Puck also hadn't said anything to her about hearing from Morgan so while she didn't know if the men had spoken, she was practically assuming that the cowboy just wasn't up for dealing with them at the time. But she was trying to give him space, which was why she had spent her weekend with girl friends before deciding to relax a bit on Sunday. Or she was until she heard the knock on the door. She wasn't expecting any company today, but she was grateful that she was in one of Puck's old high school tees and a pair of shorts as she went and opened the door. Seeing Morgan on the other side, she couldn't read into his eyes but she was sure something was wrong, but then she was being yanked forward and pulled into a kiss before she could ask him if he was okay. Eva wrapped her arms around the cowboy's neck as she guided them into her loft, and then she kicked the door shut behind them. When the need for air became too much, she pulled away just enough to break the kiss but to still be able to gaze into Morgan's eyes. "How do you want me?"

MORGAN:

It felt like the massive weight on his shoulders from the emotional turmoil of everything that had just happened had suddenly been lifted, as Eva responded to the kiss almost immediately. The way she reciprocated by pulling him in was something that he was incredibly grateful for, and when she kicked the door closed, Morgan pushed her up against it, a hand instantly falling onto the hard surface to keep her from hitting it. He could’ve stayed like this, but that was probably the lack of air in his head talking, because he breathed heavily when Eva pulled away, his eyes opening. He’d been determined to tell her how he felt, determined to communicate about it, but instead, the only determination there now was, was the lust behind his eyes, and he knew Eva could sense that, given her question. She was always so good at knowing exactly what he needed. “In every kind of way,” Morgan said, voice low and raspy from the lack of air. He looked down briefly and saw the t-shirt and shorts that she was wearing. He recognized the top; it was Puck’s. He would be next on Morgan’s list to visit. For now, his attention was only on Eva though. Bending down slightly, Morgan’s hands slid to her ass, and he lifted her up effortlessly, his lips connecting back on hers, as he made his way further into his lover’s condo. He had no idea where he was going, but he had two things on his mind: ‘don’t drop her’ and ‘kiss the ever-loving fuck out of her’. Her lips were soft like pillows, and the way she fit against him like this was everything. Morgan managed to find his way into her kitchen, setting her down on the countertop. One hand spread her legs apart to make room for him to stand in between, and the other swiftly started tugging on Puck’s t-shirt, desperately needing it off. The kiss only broke, once the material of top had to come off over her head, but it didn’t take long for Morgan to connect his lips to the bare, warm skin of Eva’s neck, where he felt so incredibly safe.

EVA:

Eva should have been slowing things down here, asking him to use his words to explain the radio silence over the last week and a half, questioning what exactly had happened that led to him turning up on her doorstep like this, but she couldn't. Or at least she didn't want to. While she was used to him being much softer and a lot more gentle with his actions, at least majority of the time, she knew that this was different. Assuming he'd talked to Andy, she could only theorize that the talk did not go over well, and that they had probably lied yet again or said some shit about them threatening her, so she was sure that Morgan wasn't happy right about now. If he wanted to work his frustration out with her, she sure as hell wasn't going to stop him. His answer to her question sent chills down her spine — the cowboy had never exactly said that to her in that tone, and the pool between her legs was proof that it had sparked something inside of her. Smirking as he scooped her up, she eagerly kissed him back yet again as he carried her into her kitchen and put her on the counter. While she enjoyed him being an absolute gentleman, there was something about him being insatiable that was driving her wild. She let him get the shirt off before she was tilting her head to the side, giving him much better access to her neck as her hands fumbled with the buckle on his belt. Eva needed it off, now, and luckily it didn't take too much blundering before she was undoing the belt, and then the buttons, before pushing his jeans down as far as she could manage in this position. Now she was the one getting impatient. "Mr. Weston, I hope you didn't come all this way just for some foreplay." She whined. "Because after the way you just kissed me, I need you."

MORGAN:

Morgan always got like this around Eva. There was something about her - he couldn't explain exactly what it was; if it was her energy, the way she looked at him - that always had the man craving for more. More of being physical with her, more of getting to know every single movement and sound of hers, more of wanting to know what she thought and felt. He couldn't possibly get more of her. His lips ghosted over the silky smooth skin of her neck for a second or two, feeling the way her small hands were working his belt and pants, and his hand moved to her hair, tangling his fingers into it. The velvety-like feeling of her earlobe hit his nose, and he breathed in deeply as he placed kisses right under it, feeling the air hit his legs as she managed to push his jeans off. 'I need you' chimed through his ears as his brain started to register it, and he moved back in to kiss her lips passionately, managing to deepen it after a moment. "I need you too," He whispered against her lips, and started kicking his shoes and pants off, having to break the kiss. His hands lifted his t-shirt up and over his head, and whilst trying to catch his breath after the kiss, he allowed his eyes to explore the goddess who was right in front of him. Her body, her face, those eyes and lips. "God, I need you so fucking badly," He repeated, a rawness in his throat appearing on the swear word. He couldn't even begin to describe just how badly he needed her; but he also couldn't even fathom in what kind of capacity he did. His hands moved to her thighs, letting his fingers wander up, and under the shorts. They danced with the fabric for a moment, his eyes trying to read her reactions, before he finally bend down and placed his lips, going on the exact same trail that his curious hand had just done. He pushed the shorts slightly out of the way, so his lips could have access to her inner thigh, and his fingers inched closer and closer to Eva's hot center. "What do you want?"

EVA:

Although it hadn't been that long since they were last intimate, Eva had been quietly longing for him. She felt like she'd spent more time 1x1 with Puck than she did with Morgan, at least in terms of intimacy, and she was desperate to change that. Doing it as a throuple was one thing, but with so many limbs and mouths attempting to move in sync to please one another, it was much hard to soak in every little thing Morgan liked during sex, so this was her chance to explore it all. Hence her melting into him at the foreplay, allowing his lips to trail over her flesh until he was kissing her yet again, making her whine every so softly as she kissed him back. Honestly, how she was still struggling to understand the severity of her increasing feelings for her men, she'd never know, but Morgan's actions so far were only driving her crazier. Her mouth briefly went dry as he returned her sentiment in a tone she wasn't accustomed to, but she was sure that the puddle between her legs signaled just how much she loved it. Watching his hands travel along her body, Eva bit her lip as Morgan lowered herself, not that he had to do much of that, right between her legs. She was almost struggling to decide what she wanted as her eyes stayed glued to his. "Umm..." She paused, running a hand through his hairas she shrugged. "I need either your mouth or your dick — or both, I don't even care." She whimpered as she gently tugged on his short, dark strands of hair. "I just need you to fuck me, Mr. Weston."

MORGAN:

A devious smirk grew on Morgan's lips, hearing Eva whine for more, for him. In his ears, it sounded like he could do anything he wanted to, to her, as long as it involved satisfying her, and that was a dangerous game to play. Now it felt like he wanted to prove something to her; that she'd never get anything better than this. So while he was bent down, his hand travelling up and under her underwear, his lips explored that soft skin on her thighs, getting higher and higher up, tongue dragging over it, before finally finding the right spot that he could leave a mark on, wanting her to have something to remember this time by. Meanwhile, his fingers finally reached her hot center, and his thumb ghosted over her clit, rubbing it gently before moving his lips up towards it. His tongue darted out, licking up some of her juices and humming delightfully. "You taste so good, Ms. Anderson," he growled, and looked up at her with a smirk, before moving back in, tongue and thumb toying with her clit for a moment, before he finally stood up straight. His arm slid around her waist, as he tugged his underwear down enough to reveal his hard member, taking it into his hand and beginning to guide himself into her. With eyebrows furrowed, he kept his dark eyes on hers, and held his breath, feeling her walls around him tightening. "I can't do both at the same time," he teased in a breathless whisper. "But I can promise you the latter." And with that, he had her filled up, and he slowly started to pull out again, only to push himself in, and start a steady rhythm of thrusts, eyes never leaving Eva's.

EVA:

With the few amount of times that Morgan and Eva had done this as just a duo, it was easy to spot the difference in this time and the others. Him wanting to please her in ways no one else could was customary when he was simply charming her, or wining and dining her, but him aiming to appease her like this sexually was driving her crazy already. She watched him chase kisses along her inner thighs, not even remotely worried about him marking her up. If the man wanted to claim her, she'd sure as hell let him. She was so mesmerized by his mouth being possessive that she hadn't even paid his hand any attention until he was toying with her clit, causing her to softly moan out in response. Morgan was definitely trying to kill her at this rate, and she was one hell of a willing participant. As soon as she felt the warmth of his tongue swiping though her folds, Eva gently ran a hand through his hair. "Morgan!" She whimpered. They both knew what had gotten into him, and part of her wished he could always be this frustrated or upset or whatever if it meant he'd keep devouring her like this. Him teasing her clit sent chills down her spine, and she immediately frowned once he stopped. "You're torturing me." She pointed out as he held her, though she instantly perked up as he freed his dick. With the Puck's shit with his dad and Morgan's baby daddy drama with Andy, she hadn't been dicked down since the last time the throuple had been together, and she'd needed this. Eva bit her lip as his length started to fill her up, and she rolled her eyes playfully at his words. "This is exactly what I needed, cowboy." She confessed, gazing right into his eyes as he started pushing in and out of her cunt. "I've missed you." She muttered almost inaudibly. Showing affection was one thing, but Eva had never been one to just openly admit to missing someone in this capacity, yet it was true, and she'd been starting to get needy when it came to her men. "Harder, Mr. Weston." She pleaded.

MORGAN:

There was a hung intensity in the room, it almost felt like there was an electricity between the two semi-naked bodies, and sparks kept flying off. There was no denying that Morgan was using his frustrations, his pent-up anger - but he was also using his desire, his need for Eva. She was like a drug, in an incredibly compelling way. One taste, and Morgan was hooked, and now he'd gone through withdrawals for over a week, and he wanted to go back, take her all in. The way he craved her, how desperate he was to feel her against him, hear her moans and get shivers from her fingertips dragging through his hair or her nails along his back; it was like he was a predator, hovering over his prey, taking in his prize before devouring her, as if she was his last meal. He wasn't sure if he'd heard correctly, or if she'd mumbled something else, but the words 'miss you' seemed to register in Morgan's brain, and it only made it more intense for him. Not once did he take his eyes off of hers, as his thrusts only grew faster. He wanted to show her, prove to her that he'd missed her too. Heavy breaths came out through his nose, and his arm around her waist gripped her tighter, making sure she didn't go anywhere. Every now and again, he would feel her walls vibrate against his dick, or her moan had his heart flutter, and in return, his throat would close up, and a growl would come out. His free hand moved to her cheek, cupping it gently, a stark contrast his hard thrusts. The sound of their skin clapping together filled the room, and Morgan was beginning to feel his abdomen area start to tense up, that itch slowly starting to get scratched. "Fuck, you feel so good," He managed to moan out loud, eyes finally closing and giving in to the wonderful sensation of her. He turned it up a notch, not being able to help himself, and sped up, going faster and harder, fingers tangling into Eva's hair, and eyes openinp to keep them locked on Eva's, wanting to watch her every reaction.

EVA:

Eva wasn't sure how she'd gone from giving Morgan to space to suddenly having his dick buried inside of her, but she was on a cloud now. As much as she had been avoiding the obvious feelings she was starting to have for Puck and Morgan, the way she'd wrapped her arms around Morgan's neck and was moaning and whimpering just for him would surely say otherwise. She was hardly this enthralled by pointless sex with anyone that wasn't her boys, and the shift in the cowboy was definitely about to send her brain spiraling. The only other time she'd felt desired this much was during Puck's birthday threesome, which naturally was on another caliber with all things considered, but this was much different. Morgan's grunts, the intensity of his thrusts, the way he was gazing into her eyes — Eva was almost in a trance as her nails clawed at the nape of the man's neck, and she was struggling to maintain eye contact as her head tried to tilt back the more he railed her. "Fuck, Morgan!" She cried out as he pinned her body to his, giving her absolutely no chance to try and run away from pounding (not that she'd wanted to). Soon enough her walls started clenching around his shaft, and she felt a familiar flutter in the pit of her stomach, and Eva was sure that she couldn't last much longer. She would have smirked at his words if it weren't for the yelp that then came out as Morgan's hand slipped into her hair, and the increased past of the thrust inside of her only gave her a few additional seconds before her orgasm was washing over her, causing her to drench Morgan's dick in her cum as she moaned out his name repeatedly, and probably far too loudly. She was sure that her neighbors wouldn't appreciate that so before she knew it, she was crashing her lips into his, kissing him passionately as he fucked her right through her climax.

MORGAN:

Morgan's breath was ragged as he felt Eva tighten around him, the pleasure overwhelming but his thoughts, for a moment, were somewhere else - caught between the wild lust they were tangled in and the mess of emotions he'd been wrestling with lately. He never expected things to escalate like this tonight, but here he was, buried deep inside her, hearing his name fall from her lips in a way that made him feel... something more than just the physical. He grunted as her nails clawed at the back of his neck, her body pressed against his in a way that made it impossible for him to think about anything else. Every thrust, every gasp, had him holding on tighter, needing her in a way that went beyond just sex. He wasn’t the kind to get caught up in feelings like this, but damn if being with Eva wasn’t messing with his head. Her moans echoed in his ears, the way she responded to him driving him wild. “Goddamn, darlin’…” he rasped, his voice rough as he watched her, caught between the intensity of their connection and the raw desire pulsing through his veins. He didn’t let up, gripping her hair as he felt her climax around him, her body shuddering with the force of it. The sound of her voice, the way she cried out his name, only pushed him further. When she kissed him - desperate, passionate - he groaned against her lips, not letting up on his pace as he rode out her climax with her. He could feel the heat coming through his own abdomen, the way she was clenching around him, the way her tongue against his felt, the way she was still moving against his body as she rode out her orgasm. Groaning into the kiss, Morgan’s eyebrows furrowed, and he could feel it. And with one last thrust, he managed to pull out before the white ropes started coming out of him, and he breathlessly bent down again, lips going straight back onto Eva’s now swollen cunt, tongue licking up her delicious juices. Moaning into her as he kept cumming, his hands moved to try and give him more space between the fabric of Eva’s shorts and her skin, but it kept getting in the way, and finally, the frustrations (as well as others) had to come out, and he grabbed a hold of each side of the shorts and her underwear, and tore them apart with a loud ripping sound. His frustrations and anger caused him to want to bring pleasure to Eva all day long.

EVA:

Eva wasn't sure of much these days, at least when it came to people's feelings and shit, yet she knew something was brewing with her, Morgan, and Puck. She'd gone over a week without so much as a peep from either man and when she'd noticed it, she'd felt a few different emotions but had chosen to swallow them and resort back to her old ways. She'd stuck her neck out to defend Morgan and try to push the idea that he deserved to know if he had a son out there, and then he'd essentially ghosted her afterwards — which she partially assumed was because she'd been right and Andy was only allowing him to see his son if he stayed away from her. She would've understood it, sure, but her disappointment and the lack of anything from Puck following their classroom fiasco had her doubting whatever feelings she was considering for either one of them, and then Morgan showed up like this. Whatever had gotten into him in the time they hadn't interacted was more than working out in her favor, and she damn near melted when he spoke. Him calling her darlin' was added to the list of shit she loved hearing the cowboy say, and if she wasn't already dripping all over his length, she certainly would have been now. Even the way he didn't miss a beat as he continued to pound her right through her orgasm was fucking sending her to all new heights of pleasure, and she was barely even able to contain the way she was moaning and panting simultaneously against his lips. Once he finally had to pull out, she frowned before watching him lower himself between her thighs again, and then her head was tilting back once more as she tugged on his hair again. "Ohh my God!" She yelped under the warmth of his tongue. "Mr. Weston—" She purred breathlessly now, yearning for more already but definitely aware that she needed a minute to recover. Her eyes widened when Morgan ripped both her shorts and her underwear, and the sight alone set every inch of her body on fire. "Goddamn.." Eva whined, and she would have been the one to initiate another round, but she knew they needed a break first, but she still liked their proximity so she wrapped her arms around his neck again and pulled him closer. "Not complaining....but we should talk." She pointed out. "Also, hi." They hadn't exactly had time to exchange pleasantries with the way he'd come right in and kissed her, so she figured now was a good time for it.

MORGAN:

Morgan’s breath was still uneven, his heart pounding from both the intensity of what they’d just shared and the weight of everything that had been on his mind for the past week. He hadn’t meant to disappear on her like that. In truth, he hadn’t meant for any of it to go the way it did with Andy either, but lately, he’d felt torn between too many places; a small part of him wished the kid was his; it meant that he’d created something bigger than he could ever describe. But on the other hand, he hoped Andy hadn’t lied about all of that to him, and he wasn’t ready to give up whatever it was that he had with Eva and Puck. Not now. Not when he was feeling some feelings that were indescribable but absolutely amazing to feel. As Eva wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, the tension in him eased just a little. Being here with her, feeling her warmth, it reminded him of what he’d been missing. A small groan did escape his throat though; he’d wanted to keep going, wanted to keep tasting her. But he also understood why they couldn't. He pressed his forehead to hers for a moment, catching his breath, a small smile tugging at his lips when she gave him that ‘Mr. Weston’ tease. But her words about needing to talk lingered in his head, heavier than the playful mood they'd shared a moment ago. "Hey," he finally said softly, his voice low but filled with an unfamiliar warmth. He kissed her cheek lightly, the intensity of their earlier passion settling into something quieter, more intimate. "I’m sorry, I got a li’l carried away,” Morgan started, pulling back enough to look at her poor ripped bottoms that he’d gone all Hulk on. He let his hands slide up her back, grounding himself in the feel of her. Finally, his eyes lifted to catch hers again, sucking in a deep breath. They should talk. “And I’m sorry about just disappearing. It wasn’t about you. There’s been a lot goin’ on with Andy, tryin’ to figure out how to talk to 'em." Morgan sighed, shaking his head slightly, his eyes meeting hers with a mixture of regret and sincerity. "You deserved better than that, and I don’t wanna keep you in the dark. I wanna figure things out with you. Just… been caught up in my head, and I know I should’ve been here." He let his forehead rest against hers again, his touch gentle as if trying to show her that he meant every word. "But I’m here now. So, let’s talk."

EVA:

While Eva couldn't deny that Morgan coming in the way that he had and having his way with her had been hot as hell, it was only a bandage over the real issue here. She didn't expect much from him or from Puck, but proper communication to at least let her know that they were fine and just needed some space for a few days would have been nice. Anything would have been a much better alternative than the radio silence that had sent her right back to her old ways, but she wasn't about to tell them that. Especially not after Morgan had fucked her like that, and was prepared to go for another round until she'd stopped him. Letting him rest his forehead against her own, she took in his ragged breathing and allowed her own to even back out as she started trying to force her brain not to be so jumbled up now. She didn't even know what to say to him after the Andy thing, nor had she wanted to initiate the conversation herself considering that she'd gotten them all into this mess to begin with, but they would've just kept having sex if she hadn't intervened. She smiled at the kiss to her cheek, appreciating the simple gesture, before she too glanced at her now ripped bottoms. "Don't. That was sexy as hell, and I'm tempted to go get redressed just so you can do it all over again." She teased, though the thought had crossed her mind. Who wouldn't want to see that again? Before she could dwell on it too much, Morgan started his verbal apology, and she was already sighing when he mentioned not keeping her in the dark. Eva may have overstepped before, so she was 100% fine with being left in the dark on that situation, even if Morgan didn't want that. She chewed on the inside of her cheek as he continued, leaning more into his touch as her mind settled...for the most part. When it was finally her turn, she shrugged first. "I'm not mad that you weren't here. I dropped one hell of a bomb on you so I get why you needed space, and I'm glad that you took it." She reassured him. "Honestly, your situation with Andy should be handled with just you two. I can't promise not to argue with them again, and if that is your son, I'm not gonna be the reason why you can't be in his life." The kid thing wasn't for her anyways, but especially not when the kid was that young, so she had no issue removing herself in order to let Morgan see his son. "I am mad that you, and Puck, just ghosted me without so much as a simple text to tell me you were okay or wanted out of..whatever we're doing." Eva could have called it a relationship, or something akin to that, yet she'd much rather vomit than label it as such. "If all of this is too much while you're trying to figure things out with Andy, then just say that."

MORGAN:

Morgan closed his eyes for a moment, letting her words sink in as he rested his forehead against hers. Her touch was grounding, but her words cut through the haze of everything they’d just done, forcing him to confront what he’d been avoiding. He wasn’t great with feelings, especially when they got messy, and this thing with Eva and Puck - it was starting to get real messy. And now, with Andy in the mix, things were spinning faster than he could keep up. He gave a soft chuckle at her teasing about getting redressed just to have him rip her clothes off again. It was easier to lean into that kind of talk, to keep things light and fun like they usually did, but the seriousness in her tone when she mentioned Andy pulled him right back to the heart of the issue. “I get it,” Morgan said quietly, his voice soft but sincere. “You’re right. I should’ve said somethin’. Should’ve let you know I was okay, that I just needed some time.” He brushed a thumb along her jaw, searching her eyes. “I didn’t mean to ghost you, Eva. I’ve just been tryin’ to figure out what the hell to say to Andy, how to handle all this without makin’ a bigger mess. But I should’ve made sure you weren’t left wonderin’ ’bout me. That wasn’t fair to you.” Morgan sighed, leaning back just enough to look at her fully. “As for this thing with Andy – the kid isn’t mine.” He said, definitively. He trusted Andy to tell him the truth. “And while it’s been somethin’ I’ve had to deal with on my own, you bein’ around, that doesn’t mean I can’t figure it out. You didn’t cause any of this, and you sure as hell ain’t the reason I’m tryin’ to sort things out with them. Don’t think for a second you’re the problem here.” He paused, his brow furrowing as he tried to find the right words. “And I ain’t tryin’ to get out of whatever this is between us, Eva. I don’t know what it is, and maybe that’s part of the problem. But I know I care about you. I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t.”

EVA:

Eva hated feelings, she hated doing the serious thing and she had been trying her hardest to avoid it for as long as she possibly could. It was a habit, one she'd perfected over the years as she ran away from her feelings, and communication wasn't her strong suit. Clearly the same went for Morgan and Puck, which wasn't a good thing, but she'd just assumed they were all fine with things the way that they were until this whole thing happened. Nodding along as he pointed out the obvious, she didn't feel the need to point it out again since he knew what he'd done wrong again. Leaning into the hand on her jaw, she knew he meant every single word he was saying, which helped ease the rest of her frustration. "You can stop apologizing, cowboy. I hear you, and I believe you." She stated. Poor communication was certainly the cause for all of this shit, and she didn't know if they'd all grow from this overnight, but she was going to give him the benefit of the doubt. Or she was, until he insisted that the kid wasn't his. There was so much she wanted to say, to ask why the hell he believed that so easily, but she was deciding not to get involved in all of that again. Letting him say what else he needed to say, Eva simply hummed before shrugging nonchalantly. "I care about you too. And truthfully, I want to be here for you through all of this, I do, but that means talking to me. Seriously, if everything with Andy is too much and you need space, just say it. If you need a distraction, then I can do be that. But I need you to talk to me because I can't read your mind, cowboy." She pointed out before she leaned in and kissed him softly. "But ghost me like that again and I swear I'll kick your ass."

MORGAN: