It Sounded Much Cooler in the Movie

Chapter Nine: Half a Bottle of Bubbles

"You're not going to carry me, are you?" she asked, burying her had in his chest.

He rested his chin on her forehead, keeping his arms wrapped tight around her. "Not if ya don't want me ta."

She nuzzled into his pull over, breathing him in deep. "I don't want to be a burden, Mort. I don't want you thinking you need to take care of me all the time."

"I don't, ya've done well for yerself," he said, "and you didn' need me ta do it."

That wasn't true. Everything was because of him. All she had she only had because of her movie, a movie hi inspired. Even still…

"Will you stay the night with me again?"

"If that's what ya really want."

She looked up at him, sage green eyes starting to look unsure. "Is it what you want?"

He hesitated. It was, more than anything, he wanted to spend every second with her; holding her close to him, listening to her talk or laugh or even just breath. But if he said yes he would feel like he was pushing her, if he said no he would probably hurt her and it would be a very nasty lie.

He looked at her for a long moment before kissing her and replying very seriously; "I… yes, luv. More than anythin'."

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He carried her home, and she was almost asleep by the time they arrived. The angle he held her at made his arm ache after a while, but he didn't shift as not to disturb her. When they reached her door she had to wake up enough to him the key to her suite. It really was a blue blood kind of place, but with Liz's life in the space he felt a home somehow.

He had to pause on the way to her bedroom; the picture of his daughter was back on the mantle, and it brought up emotion in him he thought he didn't have. It made him hug Elizabeth more tightly to him for a moment before he finally tore his eyes away and took her to the bed.

She was only somewhat aware of what he was doing, but when he laid her down and walked away she felt dimly upset that he wasn't already crawling in bed with her. He almost immediately returned and put something on the night stand on the opposite side, before taking off her shoes and socks for her and covering her up with the cream colored goose down comforter. He fiddled around a bit more; getting more comfortable she supposed. She made a few attempts to wake herself up more so they could fool around, but couldn't seem to keep her eyes open.

Mort saw her efforts in how her eyelids would flutter open for a moment before closing again. "Ya kin go to sleep, princess," he shucked off his jacket and climbed into bed, pulling himself close to her, "I'm right 'ere."

"But I wanted to… fool 'round." It was either groggy or whiney sounding.

He chuckled, funny, he'd been wanting to do the exact same thing. "Later, luv, maybe in tha mornin'."

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The morning was… interesting for Mort, he woke in the state most men do and quickly slipped off to the bathroom for a cold shower, only to find out that Liz didn't in fact have a shower. Instead she had a rather deep tub set in the floor. He would have to settle for a splash in the sink.

He paused for a second as he walked past the tub. Along the edge were several different soaps and shampoos (apparently Liz liked to mix up her sent), and among them was a bottle he recognized.

Apparently she was anticipating a bath with him. He had to admit that the thought was exciting. It also did nothing to help his morning state.

Elizabeth picked up her head and looked around blearily, patting his pillow to affirm that he wasn't there. "Mort?" she sat up and stretched.

"In tha bathroom."

"Mmm…" She yawned and scratched her head. Her hair felt greasy with night sweat. It made her a bit dismayed as no woman want their man to wake up to them looking any less than perfect. Hopefully she at least didn't smell.

He heard her shifting around on the bed and eventually padding across the carpet towards the bathroom. Her shirt was off by the time she reached the door, and she was steadily stripping.

Were this a movie he probably would have gulped audibly. It had been so long since they had… and she was… "Liz, wot are ya doin'?"

"Taking a bath, of course," she was down to her panties now as the tub filled, arms folded under her breasts.

Was she trying to entice him? Because it was working.

No, she only seemed dimly awake.

'Probably should have brushed my teeth first,' she though, going over to the sink. He backed up like she scared him, holding his hands up.

She leaned over the sink brushing her teeth, it wasn't the most seductive of action, but her state of undress and those pert cheeks waggling at him was all he was focused on. "Er… Liz… please."

The brunette turned and looked at him, toothbrush still in her mouth, "Pwease wut?" She saw where his gaze was trained and waggled her butt at him more obviously, grinning as she did. He frowned and she giggled, turning back to the sink. She'd no sooner taken a swig of Listerine than he slapped her hard on her rum and the blur liquid speckled the mirror.

His hands went to her hips. "You should know better than to tease me by now, my luv."

The tone of his voice was negatively familiar and she felt a jolt of nervousness. They'd just gotten back together and after all this time she wasn't looking forward to having sex with Toad before she did with Mortimer. She quickly turned around and grabbed his face, kissing him several times to attempt to keep him sweet. One arm wrapped around her waist and the other hand went to her bum.

"Does tha mean you want at really fool roun'?"

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