December Monthly Bonus Content #4 (Morgan Version) (Patreon)

The crackling flames of the fire in the brick fireplace warms the tips of my toes and I waggle them to enjoy the heat of it. A small sprig of mistletoe hangs above it, decorated with an elegant touch of red ribbon. Nat's doing, I expect.

I shuffle to make a comfy seat on the floor—not difficult with the thickness of the carpet—and use the foot of the leather sofa as a backrest. It's certainly a lot cosier than doing paperwork back the station. Chewing in thought on the end of my pen, I stare over the documents and try to read as best I can with the warmth of the fire lulling me into a state of sleepiness.

Outside, I can hear the snow storm battering against the window.

Inside, I can hear footsteps from the doorway.

Glancing up, I meet eyes with Morgan, who has come to stand beside me with a brow arched.

"Nat's gonna kill you when she sees the mess you've made in here," she says.

I glance around at the strewn files and paper, pens rolling about over the carpet. Is that an ink stain? Shit. Morgan's right. 

I shake the thought away and smile back up at her. "She'll be fine."

She now raises both eyebrows in a sign of disagreement. She takes a seat on the sofa behind me, her legs spread around my body in a rather intimate manner.

The gesture is unexpected, and the heat of the flames isn't the only thing now making my skin feel like it's molten.

"You look tense," she says, or more accurately, purrs to me from behind. "Want some help untensing?"

I almost choke on a reply. "How?"

"I could give you a massage," she suggests. Her breath whispers across my cheek as she leans in close to me. "I have very skilled fingers."

"Sure," I squeak.

Morgan slowly—very slowly—slides her fingers onto my shoulders. It takes all my focus to continue breathing at the tempting way she manages to touch every bare piece of skin around my neck as she does. 

Then she begins pressing her fingertips into the muscles of my back.

She wasn't lying. She is skilled.

I practically melt beneath the expert touch as she kneads out the tension I hadn't even realised had been there. Without thinking, I let out a loud moan of delight.

Morgan chuckles deep. "I like the sound of that." The tension instantly returns as she leans close once more. "How about we make it a little louder?"

A longing curls inside my stomach and I turn around to face her. Her grey eyes seem to be flecked with gold as they flicker in the firelight.

She smirks, and I suddenly find it difficult to breathe as the longing explodes around my whole body.

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Just a reminder that I'll be back on Wednesday 2nd January!

Hope everyone had a great festive season <3