All Mine (Morby).

chapter twenty four

whelp, I don't know where this story is going....

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Mordecai's P.O.V

I woke with Rigby's hot breath on my neck. He laid on top of me, his arms by the side of my head, his legs intertwined with mine. I had my arms around his chest and I stared at the ceiling, listening to his breathing feeling the rising and falling of his chest. Enjoying the pressure of his body on mine. I look at the clock and notice we only have like ten minutes before we have to be on the porch ready for work.

I sigh and lift him off the top of me, placing him on my side before getting off the bed and pulling my clothes on. He stirs and looks up at me.

"It can't be that time already." he whined. He pushed his face into the pillow and curled his body around the sheets.

"Don't be a pansy, we have to work, come on get dressed."

I hear him groan and pulls himself off of the bed. I toss him him clothes and he gets dressed. "Mordecai, do we have to go to work, I mean, we don't really need money do we?"

"Yeah, we kind of do. It won't be that bad. We get to spend the whole day together. We could be at one of those jobs where we would have to work separately."

"Fine." he walks over to me and puts his hands on my hips. He stands on his tiptoes and connects our mouths. I reach up as he deepens the kiss and place my hands on the side of his head, pulling him closer. I hear him moan as I pull my tongue into his mouth and run it along the insides of his cheeks. 

He pulls away and we clasp hands and leave the room. He runs his other hand through his hair and we walk down the stairs. He kisses me again before we exit the house. This one quicker and with less tongue. I hold the door open for him and he sits on the top step of the stairs. Benson is not there yet but everyone else is. Except skips.

I had never really thought about happened to him because I had been caught up in the whole Rigby thing, but it began to grow worrisome. I couldn't help but think that Rigby had something to do with it. But it would be unlike him, skips was one of our best friends, he couldn't.

"You two reek of sex." Muscle man exclaims.

Rigby turns beet red and replies, "no we don't, we showered after."

I face palm as Muscle man laughs his ass off. "Rigby, we were supposed to play it off like we didn't do that." Muscle man continued to laugh and was soon joined by fives.

"You asshole." Rigby says, still blushing.

"Ah lighten up Rigby. I already knew you guys would do that after Mordecai got drunk, it happens every time."

I felt my face grow hot as he stared at me, "yeah, it does." I said awkwardly, avoiding Rigby's gaze.  

"Mordecai-?" his words were cut off as Benson pulled up in the golf cart. He pulled his clipboard from under his arms and looked over it.

"Okay guys, lots of work to do today. Muscle man and fives I want you cleaning the front gate, Mordecai and Rigby, snack bar. And since skips is still gone, I will be painting the shed." he put his clipboard in his car and drove off, doing a few donuts before driving away.

I grabbed Rigby's hand and pulled him away from the house, over to the snack bar. I let go of his hand so that I can unlock the door and I let him go in first.

We stand in silence until he asks the question I knew he was going to ask, "how many people have you been with, Mordecai?"

"Well, there has been a lot. But when you look as good as I do, there's bound to be that many people. All of them were chicks of course, I wasn't really into guys until you. You must have noticed all my girlfriends in high school. I was always making out with some chick."

"Yeah I guess. But did you have sex in high school? when I wasn't around?"

"No. I saved that for when I got older and graduated and we lived separately. There were a lot then. I guess I might have had sex a few times as a teenager, but only with the girls I had spent at least a month with. Here's my question, have you always been jealous of them, like this whole time?"

"I, uh yeah kind of now that I look back. But it wasn't really until margaret. I mean in high school we spent like every second together, but when margaret showed up you would cancel our plans to be with her, until it felt like we never spent any time together."

So is that why You never killed any of the others? I asked in my mind. I didn't of course, I didn't know how he felt about it. But I had to know, so I asked. "Rigby, what made you kill her? I mean I understand jealousy, but that's a little much. It's kind of hard to think about it, that you killed someone, like as actual human being, who was alive until you took away that life. How does it make you feel?" I wasn't ready to have this conversation with him, but I needed to know. He couldn't possibly be fine with all that.

"I feel really bad about it, I don't know what I was thinking. It was the whole thing with you leaving from the fair, I needed your help and you left. It was a stupid way to react, but talking to you wasn't helping, I had already tried that. You just left again to be with her. It hurts, but when I'm with you, I feel like it didn't even happen, like it's the last thing on my mind and I feel normal. Like I can be loved and not judged by my stupid decisions. You make me feel lovable and not like a killer who doesn't deserve life."

Well how could I be mad at that. "I don't care where you've been, How many miles, I still love you"

"Oh you are not singing watsky." he scolded.

"Oh I am, and so are you." he chuckled and I scooped him up in my arms. "Fuck you if you love a car for its paint job, Love you if you love a car for the road trips, show me the miles and your arms and the pink scar, Where the doctor had to pull out all the bone chips." I began to sing. I kissed his neck as he sung the next line:

"Cuz you were pressing on the gas just a bit hard, Right in the moment where the road curved a bit sharp, And when, you woke up, somebody was unclipping your seat belt, and pulling you from the open window of your flipped car"

"Cold pizza, " I said in his ear.

"Tie-dye shirts"

"Broken hearts."I sucked harder on his neck.

"Give'm here, give'm here"

"Hand me downs."

"Give me give me leftovers."

"Give me, give me, sloppy seconds."

"Give em here, give em here."

"You're gorgeous." I tell him.

"And that's not part of the song." he tells me kissing my collar bone.

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the song is titled sloppy seconds by Watsky :)