Morgan & Sam | Monday afternoon

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After she's done with classes for the day Morgan makes good on her earlier threat to hunt Sam down. He proves slightly more difficult to locate than he ought to.

She might have been seeing more in this than there was, but Sam Guthrie seemed to be harder to find than usual. He must have found out somehow that she was back in town, and that she'd left in the first place. Part of the problem of trying to locate the guy was that he could fly. How did you scour for a guy who could be in the air? Morgan was woefully land-bound and all she could do was creep around the mansion and its grounds silently and hope to find him. Either that or she'd have to find a way to break into his suite and camp out. Or maybe she should just lurk near the kitchen at length. Everyone tended to show up there eventually. The slight twinge in her right leg where the stitches had closed her bite wound from the pit bull didn't help her in a speedy location of her query.

If his intention was to hide then he would possibly end up having that heart attack when Morgan pounced him when she did inevitably find him. She couldn't have him running away like a girl, could she? Hopefully he wouldn't mind the fall to the ground or he'd have really, really good reflexes. Though it was possible that after all this searching for him her leg would protest a bit too much at jumping on someone. Nah, that was impossible. Besides, torn stitches could always be replaced.

Samuel Guthrie was indeed hiding. Morgan had given him warning over the journals and he was very much worried about a woman ambushing him with kisses. He knew he'd over think such a thing; he already was. He hadn't had a serious relationship in years and even with Alison it wasn't very stable or long lasting. He was always busy with something and it sheltered him from relationships. With the confusion and anxiousness stirring, Sam did what he always did to clear his head; he flew. At least, he flew until he passed right over Morgan, who was looking for him. He came down for a landing but ended up in a skid and then bashing into a tree. He had been past crash landings for the most part, but his nerves still got him at times.

She'd kept her eyes glancing up to the sky when she was outside just in case. First Morgan spotted the movement, then she squinted to see if it was the flier she sought. And then he crashed. She cringed on his behalf. "Ouch." The urge to giggle at the misfortune was stamped down, but it was there in her eyes, twinkling. It wasn't that it was funny so much as she wouldn't have thought Sam to be one to crash into a tree. A really big bloody tree at that. Morgan jogged over to him despite her own hidden injuries, a look of concern expertly painted onto her face. "You alright there, love? If you wanted to be a pancake there are better ways of going about it."

Standing up and dusting off, Sam shot her a smile. He was already blushing and looking down a bit. "No, I'm fine. It used to happen all the time. I'm just a bit distracted now... or nervous... out of sorts... is all." He was one to talk like he typed and recently that had been nervously and awkwardly. He could handle a beautiful woman despising him much better than threatening to kiss him or make him blush.

"Distracted?" Morgan arched an eyebrow at him. "Nervous?" Her tone was growing increasingly playful. "Out of sorts? My, what could possibly do such a thing to you?" She was trying very hard to stamp down the urge to grin at him, but it was sort of irrepressibly endearing. "You know, Mister Guthrie, you're making this task of making you blush awfully easy." The pink tint on his cheeks hadn't been missed, though she was sure he could try to pass it off as a result from flying. Or crashing.

"I suppose it's because I'm a fairly simple guy." Sam forced his eyes to Morgan as she teased him. She was good at it and he wasn't very well equipped for attention outside of an official capacity and particularly not lately. He had just spent nearly a year on the farm with just his family and when he returned he dove back into his duties head first. Ideas beyond those things hadn't even crossed his mind in nearly years.

She leaned against the tree he had just crashed into and regarded Sam casually. She felt like she was almost being mean to him even though Morgan was well aware that this was hardly even approaching such a thing. She smiled rather sweetly at him. "I think you use this 'simple' thing as an excuse way more than is really accurate. What does simple have to do with nerves?"

"It had the do with the blushing. I was trying to ignore admitting you make me nervous... or the idea of kissing does... you... is distracting... because you're pretty." He sighed a deep, frustrated sigh. He sounded like he just learned how to speak from the television. He could see himself as some space traveler that had just arrived and was even trying to figure out what women even are.

The laughter creeping up her throat was clamped down on, but it was terribly adorable. Without so much as a pause, Morgan pushed away from the tree, slid her less injured left arm around Sam's waist and pulled him off in a random direction. Lucky for him she'd chosen to walk rather than pounce him. "So I'm distracting because I'm pretty and me threatening to kiss you makes you nervous and trying to ignore that makes you blush?" There was a hint of amusement in her voice.

"That's about right." Sam grew tense for a moment when she hooked her arm around his waist. He managed to relax a little when they began walking. Also, he decided it might be best to talk as little as possible. "You're enjoying this, I can tell. Me stumbling over my words, that is."

Sam got big, innocent eyes in response to that. The glowing red detracted from the overall effect but the look was otherwise pretty spot on and believable. "I think it's cute, actually. I'm not the type to have men stumbling over their words over me. It's kind of a novel experience." It was the truth, actually. Morgan tended to either be honest or not say anything when it came to life outside of mercenary work and her general bouts of playful.

"Now that I can't believe. You're very much that type. You're strong and pretty and that's intimidating... or appealing. Whichever makes people stumble over words." He grinned in response to her innocent face; though it was clearly not to be trusted. She wasn't innocent and naive and he liked that. Those types of people didn't have the strength she did.

"Maybe both," she offered with a quiet laugh. In her head Morgan could see Eamon and Thom snickering at someone calling her pretty. After all, she was their mischief making little sister for the most part. "You should work on believing though," she poked him in the side lightly. "I spend a lot of time in other bodies and with guns. It doesn't really lend itself to 'she's pretty and that makes me nervous.' More like 'she's going to kill me.' See the distinction?"

"Maybe that's why you're focusing on me. Because I like you in your own body and without a gun?" He smiled a bit, unsure but trying to be complimentary. "Like you... like find you pretty, like you. Well, you're nice too. I don't just think you're pretty. You have a good personality. But not in the 'but she's not pretty way' because you are... pretty." He sighed again and frowned a little. "No one else does this to me here. I don't think I like it anymore."

"Maybe I just feel like focusing on you," she countered with a small shrug. "Adorable, that whole sweet, home-grown thing going on. Maybe I just think you're really cute." Morgan winked at him and then leaned over, placing a very light kiss on his cheek. "I can go away and stop torturing you, though."

Sam finally blushed brightly when she called him so many good things in a row. "Thank you, for the compliments. You don't have to go or anything. I'm alright, I'll adjust." He touched the small of her back for reassurance for just a second. With her arm around his waist it was about the only way he could get to touch her.

There was a very triumphant smile on Morgan's face when he turned scarlet like that. Like all of her real smiles it only really curled one side of her mouth up into the expression which left it looking more sly and mischievous than triumphant in the end. "Are you sure you'll adjust? I'm all for pushing buttons, but it's important to know when to stop pushing. I wouldn't want to go and break you or anything."

"I'm sure I'll be fine. I haven't been broken yet." Sam let Morgan lead their walk, taking her guidance and following alongside her. He managed to look back to her and he returned the smile, relaxing a bit more.

"So you're durable, then?" Morgan grinned and bumped his hip with her own. It was a convenient novelty that the two were the same height so she actually did hit his hip instead of his side. "I like that in a guy." The tone of her voice was so playful that it could not possibly have been taken seriously. Though Morgan was left wondering why she had decided to focus on Sam anyway. She didn't have any more answer for herself than what she'd given him moments before.