Backdated to Friday Afternoon- Morgan and Adrienne

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Morgan takes Adrienne out and discusses her relationship with Sam.


Morgan was lounging against the wall outside of Adrienne's classroom a full five minutes before the final bell rang for the day. She was quite the prompt little pupil, she thought as she stared at the walls. She had half a mind to see if Sam had a class this period but then she'd end up distracted and very likely half naked and never make it out to find her mate until half ten at night or some such. So instead she lounged there, leaning against the wall, smiling and saying hi to the odd person who happened by and toyed with her motorcycle helmet. It wasn't her ideal weather for riding yet, but she would deal because she wanted to ride and it wouldn't get the right kind of hot to make her happy anyway.

When the bell finally rang and the stream of students made their way through the door Morgan popped her head in. Seeing it was all clear she smirked at Adrienne and leaned against the side of the door frame. "If I'm bad will you spank me or are teachers still not allowed to do that?"

Adrienne scoffed. "As if you'd ever sit down like a good little student and take lessons, anyway." She was going to go with 'there would definitely be spankings in any lesson I taught you' but had changed her mind. They dealt a lot in innuendo in their banter and it was normally comfortable territory, but lately there'd been some tension in it, and Adrienne didn't want to feed into that today. Not after the mess she'd been in yesterday. "Are we taking the bike?" she asked, excitement in her voice as she eyed Morgan's helmet.

"Only if you promise to put on leather pants," Morgan returned, eyebrows waggling. "And I swear I'd be the picture perfect student. I'd even bring you an apple." The mischievous tone in her voice said all of that was a blatant lie and that she was more likely to show up in a short little school girl kilt from Hot Topic and flirt with the boys and not be wearing any knickers underneath. Vanessa had never been that girl but then she wasn't really sure what sort of girl she would have been if she'd gotten to go to high school for more than a few months. She'd probably have been a tomboy and been assumed to be a lesbian. Maybe she really would have turned out to be a lesbian.

"Well, as long as you didn't bring me dead birds or something of the sort, that would be okay. Not that I'm getting my hopes up on you bringing me anything. You still owe me a bad-guy appendage." Adrienne led the way up to her suite so she could change. "As if you need the excuse of a motorcycle to get me into leather pants."

"Dead birds?" Morgan gave Adrienne a funny look. "Catseye been showing her appreciation for math or did you acquire some crazy stalker who thinks its cute to leave you dead things? Because that is creepy and should go to the police or something like that if you did." Morgan followed along with Adrienne, realizing it felt a bit weird to not be living in the mansion anymore. She'd adjusted to life in the Brownstone pretty quickly and her place was her place but the mansion had been a little too comfortable for a little too long and it just made it odd when she was there now sometimes. She imagined it was how people felt when they left home and came back to visit their folks only to find their old bedroom had been turned into a study or office or something. "No but I need the excuse of a motorcycle to get you out of them," she grinned, obviously kidding.

Adrienne shook her head ruefully. "Trying to bribe me, more like. Math's definitely not something she appreciates," she explained. "She might be able to scrape through with a passing grade, though it means sacrificing most of my evenings repeating lessons to her while she lies around as a cat on my desk, but she's damn well going to pass over my dead body." Adrienne didn't show it often, but she cared very much that all her students did well in her classes. Because if they failed it looked bad on her as the teacher. "I think if an anonymous stalker was leaving me dead things- that I didn't ask for, unlike the appendage you still owe me- I'd just go to you or possibly LeBeau rather than the police." She might have added Garrison to that list, but not now. With a frown at the thought Adrienne closed the door to her suite and stripped to her underwear, wondering mildly if Terry was out. "You don't need the excuse of a motorcycle to get me out of anything, Snickerdoodle," she said in a faux sultry tone, sashaying towards the bedroom and searching through her closet for the motorcycle leathers she'd acquired. "'Ever take Sam out on the bike?" she asked conversationally as she dressed.

Morgan snickered. "Can you see that? 'Sweetie, you can ride bitch.'" She was lost for a moment to a fit of laughter. Sam, as passive as he may be, wasn't exactly femme. He should have had his own bike, not been on the back of one. Besides, who needed a vehicle when your boyfriend could fly faster than some airplanes? Or maybe most airplanes. She wasn't really sure on the specifics of that. "You do realize that offer of appendage was for a specific bad guy, right? Maybe I should just nick a finger from someone next time I've the opportunity just to placate you, yeah?"

"Yes, you should," Adrienne agreed. "It's the only way I'll shut up about it. As long as they're a bad guy." She wriggled a little to adjust the leather pants as she returned to the main room in the suite. "I can see Sam being your bitch, actually," she pointed out with a shrug. "Sorry, sweetie. But it's true. He might not be overly effemminate, but I know you're wearing the pants in that relationship. And that's a good thing, by the way," she reassured her friend.

Morgan quirked an eyebrow and gave Adrienne one of those looks she gave her when she was trying not to say what the fuck in the slightly offended way she tended to. "I'm really not. Aye, I might be the more dominant and the more aggressive but neither of us are wearing a skirt. He might be wearing shorts but he's definitely wearing pants-like things." Yeah, she could see him being okay with being her bitch, but only because she'd never abuse such a thing. Morgan treated him as an equal and always would. She didn't think he'd sign up to be someone's bitch if it meant being treated as a subordinate or inferior.

Giggling, Adrienne threaded her arm in Morgan's as she closed the door to the suite and led them downstairs. "I can't see either of you in skirts. Aoife, maybe. Vanessa, maybe. Sam and Morgan, not so much. Bicycle leathers, yes. A lot of other delicious things, yes. Skirts, not so much." She retreated into her own mind, enjoying the visuals of outfitting both of them for photo shoots. Her eyes might have glazed over. Morgan and Sam were an amazingly attractive couple in her imagination. "Yum," she mumbled to herself.

Morgan eyed her friend as they walked through the halls of the mansion. The expressions flitting over Adrienne's face were very suspect, indeed. "Jesus, woman, what dirty thoughts are you having about me and Sam? Are you revising your stance on not having a threesome with us?"

"Did I ever disagree to a threesome with you? That doesn't seem like something I'd do." Adrienne had to pause in her confusion. Then she shook it off. Even if she'd been over Jake breaking up with her, which she wasn't, the possibility of her agreeing to a threesome with Sam and Morgan was highly unlikely. "Actually, I was thinking of the clothes I'd like to get the two of you into."

"Maybe I imagined the conversation where you turned me down about a threesome with Sam." Or maybe she'd been joking. Or maybe she'd thought about joking about it and decided Adrienne would say no and then she'd have to pout at her and it would ruin their fun despite it being a joke. Whatever, clearly Morgan had confused herself. She sighed. "Here I was hoping you were thinking of getting us out of them."

Adrienne gave her an incredulous look. "Well, I'm imagining multiple outfits here, so I have to get you out of them between shoots. I get to put you into clothes and take you out of them. I love my imagination. It's trying to imagine MudFlap in bed though, and having difficulties. What's he like?"

Morgan's eyes squeezed shut even though they were walking down the stairs at the moment. "I don't know." She braced herself for the incredulity that was likely coming her way.

Never faltering, Adrienne descended the stairs and kept an eye on Morgan so she wouldn't fall. "Are you sure you want to go to Harry's?" she asked levelly, "we haven't been to watch boxing in ages. I wouldn't mind going again." She wasn't going to say a word about Morgan not sleeping with Sam. It actually didn't surprise her, not really, not after their conversations about Morgan being in a relationship with someone she cared about but didn't love, and her perceptible disappointment upon learning that Adrienne had slept with Jake after such a short acquaintance. Adrienne had no accusations to make, no judgments or advice or incredulity to express, especially after Morgan had taken her in when she'd left Jake's. She thought of herself as the last person qualified to say anything in regards to Morgan's decision.

"We can go look for a match, but I'm not sure if any are on tonight." Morgan visibly relaxed when there was no questions about why she hadn't slept with Sam or comments about her not having happy orgasm time. She didn't want to have to dance around the fact that Sam was a virgin and she wouldn't go there lightly considering how her own virginity was lost, but she'd also never tell Adrienne that. It made the whole topic hard to talk about, or not talk about as the case may be.

"You think you can manage to hold onto me for that long a ride?" A smirk was back on her lips as her eyes slid over to regard her friend. Morgan's gear had obviously shifted back to playful where she was much more comfortable.

Mentally relaxing over the fact that there wouldn't be any sort of explanation or confession, Adrienne returned happily to teasing mode. "It'll be a trial, but I think I'll be able to manage, yes. If there are no matches we can go to Harry's and laugh at the Blue Jays; they're probably getting trounced. That's always entertaining." As long as Garrison wasn't there.

Morgan pouted at Adrienne, even as she plucked a spare helmet up and handed it over. "But if we go mock the Blue Jays the Mountie will likely be there and then I'll have to share you and if I'm not getting you in a threesome then I refuse to share you. Naked sharing only!" She gave a firm nod as if that was that, end of story.

"Naked sharing with the Boy Scout in a threesome?" Adrienne suggested helpfully. "I'm all for that. I'm single." And obviously joking, since she was still on the outs with Kane, and her break-up with Jake stung a lot more than she wanted to admit.


"Aaaaand that's a topic I'm not touching with a ten foot pole, thanks." Morgan promptly pulled her helmet on, leaving the wind shield up for the time being so she could pull on her gloves.

Adrienne pulled her hair back into a tail with a tie she had in her pocket and tugged on her own helmet. "The original plan was to go to Harry's though," Adrienne reminded her in a muffled voice, a little confused, "so the possibility of him being there was always present in the equation, wasn't it? We can always go to Finnegan's. Or back to your place. Or Silver. Or we could go shopping," she smirked.

"I am not going shopping," Morgan said with finality. "I'm not feeling nearly that masochistic today." She hit the button to raise the garage door where she'd parked and went over to her motorcycle. "Who's got the Harley," she asked, nodding in the direction of the bike that certainly hadn't been there when she'd been living here.

Adrienne gave the bike a cursory glance. "That would belong to Lil. Tall, blonde, diamond skin not unlike my sister's? Training here, from Canada originally. Works at Harry's. Friend of the Boy Scout's. She has some great gossip about him," she smiled. "She's quite tolerable, actually, on the scale of tolerability that I rank people here by. You should meet her." Adrienne failed to add that she would have introduced them but anticipated they wouldn't get along, and didn't want to be held responsible for what happened between them. She wasn't arrogant enough to think that she could anticipate how people would get along, but Adrienne felt that she knew a little of the way Morgan thought, and she'd just sensed that the two would be confrontational over the fact that Lil had a husband in Canada while she'd been dating Bishop. She felt like Morgan would say that was unfair, that she should break things off with one man before involving herself with another. And Lil had a temper. Adrienne hated confrontation when it was outside of the realm of business, especially when it involved two people whose company she enjoyed. When people fought outside of the rigid social constraints of the business world, in her experience fists were usually raised, and she usually got hurt. She wanted no part in anything like that anymore.

"Oh, you mean the moody bint who's got a baby thing and you should never, ever mention babies or pregnancy around her lest her hormones go into overdrive and she feels the need to slaughter someone? Yeah, no thanks." Morgan didn't exactly hold grudges for minor slights such as that, but she did have a long memory and nothing else to counteract that early impression of the woman. They'd still never met face-to-face, but Morgan had absolutely no problems with that whatsoever.

"Right," Adrienne nodded. "I forgot about that. I think you two should have a drag race, though. Harley versus Ducati."

"You realize the Harley would lose, right? It's got power but it's not made to go fast and corner that impressively." Morgan straddled the bike and turned it on before patting to the seat behind her. "C'mon sweetie, you can ride bitch," she said with a grin in a mock of her words earlier about Sam riding bitch.

She bobbed her helmet-clad head. "I know it would lose. I'm a loyal fan of the Ducati, don't worry. And if I'm going to be anyone's bitch I'm glad it's yours." She slid onto the bike smoothly, wrapping her arms around Morgan's waist and pulling her close for a moment in a hug before relaxing slightly. She'd been teasing about the bitch part, but had wanted Morgan to know that she really was glad to have Morgan in her life.

Morgan smiled a bit to herself and placed her left hand over Adrienne's two and squeezed for just a moment before pulling her wind shield down and putting it back on the handlebar so she could pull in the clutch and shift into first gear. "Couldn't ask for a better bitch," she said loudly, hoping her voice would carry and pulled out of the garage.