Hello all, sorry i didn't put this in wheni first posted but I realised the time and then had to run for a train (which happened to be cancelled, i hate scotrail). Anyway, here is a little Writers Block Curing one shot that i felt was very cute and just had to post it!

Leave your thoughts if you feel like it!

Keroauc in a Hackney

It had finally quietened outside; the branches that had hit against the windowpane mere seconds ago stood still, the few remaining leaves turned transparent with the rays of the newly revealed sun.

Hunter was awake, is green eyes transparent like the leaves with love as he looked at the sleeping figure curled by his side. Morgan had slept through the storm, not even flinching when the thunder cracked overhead. He smiled as he stroked her back to wake her up; she was devastatingly adorable during her morning grumpiness. She rumbled a little but her eyes stayed resoundingly shut. Hunter couldn't help but laugh. A low quite chuckle that would have made Morgan's toes curl if she had been awake. He leaned over her brushed the dark thick mantle of her hair away from the neck; he took a moment to revel in the feel of it between his fingers. Then he took another to revel in his happiness, the love he felt for the creature next to him and the stillness of everything.

He lowered his face to her neck, letting her smell of sleep, sweat and lavender. His lips brushed the area where her neck met her shoulder feeling the softness. He trailed a path with his lips, down her spine, his hands trailing down her sides as he went. Morgan moaned when he reached the small of her back, he chuckled again, this time her toes did curl. He made his way back up his traversed path and by the time he reached her neck once again Morgan was wide awake.

"Good Morning, love." He whispered low in her ear, she turned a little so she could face him. He was irresistible with laughter in his eyes. She smiled a slow good morning to him. His mouth to hers and kissed her with a slow passion and morning breath. Morgan was shocked at how fast her heart could beat this early and by how Hunter could still make her do that with one kiss. Not that she was complaining. For from it actually. She welcomed it like a sunflower welcomed the light. Her hand slid round his neck and pulled him closer so she could deepen the kiss; if she could this would be the way she would wake up every morning, far preferable to Mary-K smacking her on the head with a pillow. Morgan arched her back as Hunter splayed her closer, the fact that his hand practically covered the width of her back made her shiver and pull him closer.

They moved perfectly in sync with each other, each well practised in this particular dance. Morgan's leg hitched around his hip, his finger tips pressed into her back, bringing them so close that no air would dare and try getting between them. Their mouths pressed together with hunger and content as their breathing became laboured. His hand went to her hair fixing her mouth to his as he slid his tongue in to it. One of her hands pressed into the muscles of his back. The other latched around his neck. Each breathed and moaned before crashing their mouths back together with renewed ferocity. Their grip tightened on each other's skin leaving red marks where their fingers pressed. Their skin became slick with sweat as they relished in each other, becoming more and more lost in their desire.

Hunter's mouth moved down to Morgan's neck, the top of her head pressed into the pillow in the sheer ecstasy of his abilities. His hand slid from her back to her stomach. Then up. To her small yet perfect breasts. Her hand went to his pale hair, twisting it in her fingers, pulling him yet nearer. Their hearts bet together, magic both azure and crimson became as entwined as their bodies. Indistinct yet separate. A perfect whole made from two halves. Each colour got deeper and brighter as they became lost in pleasure and each other for glorious seconds, perfect yet unbearable.

Their magic stayed pulsing as their hearts thudded and breathing shallow. Hunter's face lay buried in her hair, hers pressed into his shoulder smiling at the little heaven created and his weight on top of her. With a groan Hunter rolled on to his back pulling her tight against his side. Morgan's head rested against his shoulder, her hand trailing lightly down his chest, going over contours long memorised.

Morgan rolled onto her front resting her chin in her hand. Gazing lazily at her Hunter spoke: "Hallo." It was a whisper, low and husky, a smile set upon his statuesque features. Morgan's deep eyes warmed and with a mirroring smile she replied: "Hey."

And just at this small moment of everything; the alarm went off. Playing some odious pop song and breaking their perfect bubble. Hunters smile grew wider as a frown shaped Morgan's mouth. And the little crease appeared between her eyes. Marks of her obvious dislike at their interruption.

"And so the world wakes!" he spoke as he leaned up and kissed her forehead. He pulled her down to him for a last sweet kiss upon the lips, and then quick as flash had her up in his arms and heading off towards the bathroom, Morgan's laughter in their wake.

Later, the eve following that morning fell with the clamminess of summer. Crickets sounded and music could be heard nearby, a party.

Hunter arrived home, exhausted and longing to see Morgan. He sensed her in the living room and found her lying on the couch. Clothed in light cotton pyjamas, her hair up in a messy bun to keep her neck cool, she was beautiful. And engrossed in a movie. He shrugged off his light jacket and kicked off his shoes. He settled her in his lap, arms around her waist as she relaxed completely into him. His face went yet again to the spot where her neck became shoulder and he inhaled her smell, filling his nose then his head with its headiness. Still lavender, but sun bathed instead of sleepy. He could still feel the rays of the day's sun on her skin, which had turned a shade darker. A tan, he marvelled. The only effect the sun had on him was an increase in freckles and the perpetual smell of sun cream. He placed a kiss on this special place as his mind sighed: "Home." He settled his heap back on the couch and she turned her head up and around to place a kiss on the pulse point in his neck. He shivered despite the warmth of the room. Her attention was regained by the movie, one of her comedies which he found neither entertaining nor amusing. As she watched he debated within himself; did his pleasure at seeing her giggle outweigh his tedium at being forced to watch another one of these ridiculous movies? He got his answer when at a decidedly un-funny joke Morgan laughed so hard that tears rolled down her face and she emitted a small snort. He fell in love with her again, and deeper, still, than before.

He turned her around, cradled her chin in his hand and kissed her. A long slow burning kiss that made their hearts ache at the force and number of emotions it invoked. Pulling back, he looked into her eyes: "I Love you" he whispered.

"I Love You" She whispered in return, "now turn me back around, I'm missing my favourite part!" Her demand was swiftly obeyed with a quick bursting laugh and he settled back, allowing himself the indulgence of doing nothing but unashamedly staring at her for the rest of the evening.