Morgan and Adrienne - Ghostbusting

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Morgan has a whim to go chasing ghosts and brings Adrienne along for an adventure. But doesn't tell her where they're going. They discuss Adrienne's feelings for Jake and Morgan's feelings about love, which has Adrienne making assumptions and Morgan being avoid-y. Ghosts, werewolves, and vampires are a much safer topic, until even that becomes awkward.


There was no good reason to be hanging out on the Long Island Campground, especially with the bite of cold to the air still. Fucking Northeast and it's cold. Morgan swore it was winter for six months out of the bleeding year here. Still, she'd seen this thing on television about a haunted campground and she wanted to go poke around. It wasn't that she believed in that stuff exactly or that she didn't believe or that she didn't respect ghosts if they did exist, but morbid curiosity had taken hold of her and she'd convinced Adrienne to go on an adventure with her even if she didn't exactly explain what the adventure was. Morgan suspected Adrienne wouldn't be so gung ho about this if she knew the point was to see if there was the ghost of a murdered woman looking for her husband involved. At least Morgan had decided to not trek to one of the supposedly haunted insane asylums. Though, to be honest, Adrienne looked entirely out of her element here in the woods. "I feel like I should kill something for you. Like a bear. Then you could make a coat. Speaking of killing things for trophies, you have that date yet?"

"Speaking of killing things for trophies, have I mentioned how I'm going to kill you and make you into a trophy for dragging me out to the fucking woods? I don't do woods! I barely even do the beach!" Adrienne whined, stepping carefully behind Morgan and trying to walk in her steps so that she wouldn't trip on anything. "I'm freezing, I'm hungry, and I'm wearing heels. What the hell are we doing here?" She misstepped and nearly fell, grabbing Morgan's arm to keep herself from going down. "Yes, I had the date. I brought you his scorecard. I didn't want to impose on you after the date, though, so I just went home."

Did she get the scorecard? Morgan didn't remember it so she must have stuffed it somewhere and not looked at it. Oops. Her arm slid around Adrienne's waist to stabilize her and she supported the other woman's weight entirely until her friend had regained her balance. The arm remained in place, however, just in case. "You'll not kill me, love." She grinned a wicked little grin. "If you do that then I'll never get around to giving you massive numbers of orgasms and you'd not want to miss out on that."

"For the love of all that is holy, please please please do not mention orgasms to me!" Adrienne exclaimed, sounding pained. She still hadn't worked out what she wanted to do with Jake, and the question was beginning to occupy her thoughts more and more as she couldn't reach an answer. "And you still haven't told me where we're going."

"Lookin' for ghosts, cupcake." Morgan grinned and her arm tightened around Adrienne's waist in case the older woman decided she needed to make a break for it. "What's wrong with orgasms? Your metaphor cock got metaphor blue balls now? 'Cause I could always put you against a tree, a leg over my shoulder and I don't mind my pants getting all dirty," her voice trailed off and her smirk contained more innuendo than her words had.

Adrienne scoffed at Morgan's scenario, appreciating the sentiment but knowing Morgan wasn't serious. "There's nothing wrong with orgasms. That's the problem," she muttered, grumpy at herself. "I want the orgasms, but I don't know if I can... I mean, it's been eight years. I'm not as afraid as I used to be, but..." She still wasn't sure. Did she want Jake for sex? Did she want to be in a relationship with him? Should she continue as she had been, staying away from any intimate situation to avoid getting hurt? "Why are we looking for ghosts?"

"Why not look for ghosts?" This was totally obvious to Morgan, who thought looking for ghosts would be entertaining if nothing else. "But you don't know if you want to drop your knickers for Gavin? Do you like the bloke? I mean, I understand being torn if you're not sure you like 'im and all, but if you like him and you want to...sex can just be sex if you want it to be. And sex can be something but not a serious something if you want, too. It doesn't have to be forever and it doesn't have to be meaningless either." With a smirk she added, "And you'd never have to worry about him being too small or too big."

"Umm, because it's either incredibly juvenile or incredibly dorkish?" the brunette answered, raising an eyebrow. She faltered again and gripped Morgan more tightly, then cursed and stopped in her tracks so she could reach down and pull off her shoes. "I like him." Adrienne didn't have a problem admitting that in front of Morgan. Morgan had Sam, so she wouldn't be jealous. "And thanks to your warning, I know he won't hurt me. It's just so fucking confusing trying to figure out if I want just sex without meaning or need sex with meaning. I was fine with sex without meaning for so long, and now..." Adrienne just didn't know anymore. But she gave Morgan a wicked grin in response to the comment about Jake's size. "Don't think I'm not factoring that in to my emotional turmoil over all of this."

Morgan had a sharp pang of something she was ignoring. "So what's the problem? You don't know if you can have meaningless sex or not? You like him so doesn't that make it a bit less meaningless anyway? I'm not seeing the issue here, cupcake. Seems pretty win-win. Unless you're looking to be in love with someone you sleep with and in that case," the metamorph shrugged. "You're fucked. Or not, as the case may be. 'Cause most of us don't have someone we actually love to have sex with so."

Adrienne frowned. "Don't you have someone you actually love to have sex with? Or maybe not love," she corrected, trying to figure Morgan out, "but care about enough to be in a relationship with?" She toyed with a strap on her shoe and made a face as her bare feet collected all sorts of grime from the campground. "What sorts of ghosts are we chasing?"

"The murdered wife of a murdered man. They say she's searching for her husband." It seemed to suddenly be oddly fitting. Morgan didn't want it to be as appropriate as it was and she hoped it was only her seeing parallels that she didn't want to exist. "I'm in a relationship with someone I care enough to be in a relationship with. But I don't love him and no, I've not slept with him yet either." There were more reasons for it than that but Sam's virginity was his own business and not hers to divulge to others. "Someone I could love, but," she shrugged, "not meant to be."

"Did her husband pay to have her killed, and that's why she's searching for him?" Adrienne asked, "so she can rip his balls off in the afterlife?" She hit Morgan's arm playfully with the top of one of her shoes. "Ooo, how much would you pay for me to keep that secret from the Boy Scout?" she teased. After stepping on some sort of woodland cone, she smacked Morgan a little harder. "Or maybe the husband made her trek through the damn campground with no shoes and no parka and she died of exposure and wants to rip his balls off in the afterlife?"

Morgan blinked at Adrienne. She thought Morgan could love Garrison? Well, valid assumption. She didn't bother to correct her friend but instead side-stepped the entire topic. "No, they were murdered while camping here together. I guess she's just trying to find the man she loves because she's lost without him and can't bear to be parted from him even in death. Once in a great while people fall in love like that."

Well, there it was. Morgan had avoided answering. She hadn't denied it. She hadn't even joked about it. Wasn't that as good as an affirmation? It wasn't as if it was a surprise to Adrienne, after all. She already knew Morgan didn't want her the way she was now: unsure if she could be all that she thought Morgan wanted and deserved. So why would it be a surprise that Morgan loved Garrison? "Sure, falling in love in a way that death can't even part you is nice, but she was still stupid enough to let hubby drag her camping in the first place so I don't know if I'd want to swap places with her," Adrienne snarked jokingly. "Did they catch the killer in your story?"

Morgan rolled her eyes and jabbed Adrienne lightly in the ribs. "Want me to carry you, princess? Some women aren't so bloody femmy and actually enjoy camping. You're so spoiled." She shook her head at her friend, though her words had been light and joking. "And I dunno. I mean, I'd hope so but the point of a ghost story is about the dead, not about the killer. I didn't exactly look too far into it, not exactly a cop."

Adrienne rolled her eyes. "Maybe I'd enjoy it if I were properly prepared?" she suggested. "And you couldn't carry me. I'm thin, but I'm not that thin." It was a challenge, and she smirked at the blue woman to endorse it.

Morgan arched a single, white eyebrow up at the challenge. "You can always go piggyback," she offered. "And you're not that heavy. And I've serious doubts about you enjoying the great outdoors when properly prepared. If I told you what to prepare for you'd end up with a sudden and unavoidable meeting or summat."

Accepting the challenge, Adrienne boosted herself up on Morgan's back, legs wrapping around the blue woman's waist and arms coming around her neck, curious to see if Morgan would be knocked over.

Morgan handled being crawled up on just fine. She hooked her arms under Adrienne's legs and set off again, this time at a much faster pace since Adrienne was on her back and not stumbling over the foliage. "If you tell me you'd've bitched less if I really did take you to the abandoned asylum, though, I'm dumping you in the lake when we get there."

Adrienne whacked Morgan's rump with her shoe like it was a crop and Morgan was a horse. "Tally ho! There was the choice of an insane asylum?! Of course that would have caused less bitching! Maybe more if I was still having powers trouble and had to read bits of it, or if it was dirty. But inside is usually preferable to outside."

"Of course it's dirty you daft woman! It's been abandoned for decades. Besides, it involves at least a three hour drive up to Northampton in Massachusetts, or longer but I don't think the other one is still standing. It's in Danvers or summat." Morgan reached around and smacked Adrienne's ass.

"Did you bring me along so that I can read some rocks or something and tell you if any ghosts have passed by?" Adrienne asked, hugging Morgan more tightly so she wouldn't begin to slip. "Or do we actually have to sit around and wait to see if we see them?"

"I brought you along as a sacrifice in case it's a really pissed off ghost and wants to take one of us down with it. Sometimes they're pissed off. That's what the snatches of Japanese horror movies I've seen have taught me." They were pissed off chicks who were creepy as all hell and always killed everyone else in the movie. It was like vengence demon times twenty.

The psychometrist wrapped her arms tighter around Morgan's neck, feigning choking her. "I refuse to be your appeasement! Kill that bear you mentioned, and I'll make a coat out of it and we can give it to the woman! Maybe she likes fur coats! Wait." She stopped choking Morgan. "Why is she going to be pissed off at you? You didn't kill her. In the Japanese horror movies, don't the ghosts only kill people involved in their murder?"

"They always seemed to kill anyone that came near them or where they were killed or whatever," Morgan said with a small shrug. She couldn't shrug all that much, though, with the arms around her shoulders. "Left the bow at home, though, or I could make good on that bear thing. Think Remy would give me leave if I got mauled trying to take it down with my knife? I don't want to put bullet holes in your coat."

"No matter how you killed the bear there would be some sort of hole in the coat," Adrienne reasoned. "And if you're going to get mauled over me, I'd prefer it to be defending me from a bear attack, rather than for the sake of fashion. Only because it's you, though. Anyone else would be expendable for a coat." Well, most people. There was a growing number of people who were on her 'not expendable for a coat' list, however. "If the pissed-off ghost kills anyone who comes near, then why do you think she's going to stop at me and not come after you, too?"

Morgan shrugged. "I'm hoping she thinks I'm a demon like my mother did. You know, brethren and all that rot. Seems like it could work in my favor. You disagree?" Maybe not the most well thought out plan. "Wonder if they make ghost booby traps, like cages they get caught in and the like." She said this with dead seriousness.

"They do make ghost containment units," Adrienne answered, just as seriously. "Have you never seen Ghostbusters? And don't you need ectoplasm for a ghost to think you're a ghost? I mean, do ghosts see colours? I'd have thought they saw more in heat signatures, like vampires or werewolves."

"Why would vampires have amazing heat-seeking vision?" Morgan shot a that's daft look over her shoulder to Adrienne. "What've they got, radar? I know they turn into bats but that's sonar and has to do with sound, not heat. I don't see why werewolves would have heat signature sensing stuff either. They should be able to smell their prey with their nose of doom!"

"Because they can see your blood pumping, of course," Adrienne answered. "It's not radar, it's the same thing as having thermal night vision." She wanted points for knowing what thermal night vision was. Video games could be very educational. "I want to find this ghost now so we can ask it if it sees colours. That is, if it hasn't eaten us already."

Morgan blinked. "Why would a vampire have bloody thermal vision? Jesus, cupcake, have you been up to late at night playing video games or watching crap horror movies or summat? I mean, seriously now. Thermal. Nightvision? Vampires? Where do you come up with this shit? Shouldn't they just know you're a human and if they bite you in the right place they'll hit a major artery? Also, vampires should really take advantage of the femoral artery more often. It's hotter than the neck."

The brunette laid her lips on Morgan's neck and scraped her teeth against it. "Yum, I think your neck is just as hot as your femoral artery," she grinned. "Why would a vampire not have bloody thermal vision?" she answered, using Morgan's line about looking for ghosts. "Have you met one lately?"

Morgan shivered at the teeth on her neck and swatted at Adrienne a few times before she had to replace her hand on the other woman's leg so she could shift her a bit higher up on Morgan's waist as she walked through the woods on the dirt path to the campground proper. "No, I haven't met a vampire lately. Want to search me for puncture marks?"

"Can't I keep giving them to you instead of searching for the ones you got from other people?" Adrienne asked, licking the spot she'd bitten.

Morgan's shoulder on the side where Adrienne was licking twitched upward while her head twitched downward in an attempt to meet it and shut Adrienne's mouth out of range. "You could," Morgan dragged the word out several times longer than she ought to have. "But that'd likely cause some trouble."

"Oh. Right." Sam. "Sorry." Morgan was trying to get her to stop, so Adrienne let her arms fall to her sides and straightened her legs, sliding off Morgan's back. "So where's this murder site?" she asked with more enthusiasm than she felt.

Morgan frowned a bit to herself when Adrienne suddenly decided she was going to trek through the woods herself again. That wasn't a good sign. "Up near the lake. About five more minutes walking, I think?"

"Alright. Lead on. If I step in anything questionable I'm going to make a coat out of you." Was that too filled with innuendo? Why did she care? She'd never cared before. It was Jake's fault. If he'd never asked her out, Adrienne would never have had to talk to Morgan about it, and she never would have had to tell Morgan what she felt about Morgan, and never would have had to face Morgan's avoidance, and she wouldn't have to be worrying about what she said in front of Morgan now.

"I've make a shit coat," Morgan told her as they walked. "I'm sure the novelty of naturally blue leather would be loved and adored, but I think I'd be better as a purse. Maybe shoes. Or a corset. You can make me into a corset. Also, your complaints about stepping in things are null and void. You chose to give up your ride, I didn't kick you off."

"Corset sounds good," Adrienne said with a smile, small but genuine. "And I can complain all I want. It's my right after you dragged me here without giving me full disclosure."

"I'll buy you dinner to make up for it," Morgan said as the path came out to a campground. "Score! We have contact." She grinned wickedly and went about trying to find the plot of land she wanted.