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ihopericksantorum:

I hope Rick Santorum actually wins the 2012 election, only to find that Obama’s final act as president was hiring Victor Baxter as head chef, so Rick will have to put up with the crazy antics of Cory Baxter and friends.

Let’s see how he likes Cory in his house.

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italianfighterandlover:

morpheus-kaiser:

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morpheus-kaiser:

The nerves had all but gone away at that point, leaving Morpheus’ embarrassment as just pure self consciousness. “No…” She muttered, shaking her head slightly. “You just… know what you’re doing…” She breathed, tensing again every so often as she slid her hands up his shirt.

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italianfighterandlover:

morpheus-kaiser:

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morpheus-kaiser:

“That can be arranged…” Morpheus muttered, kissing him back with just as much subtle passion as she slipped her hands down his torso, undoing the buttons of his vest. She shivered again when his hands found her skin, instinctively tensing the muscles there. She blushed, though was unable to look away in her mild embarrassment.

“Are you nervous madonna…?” he asked in politeness, he doesn’t want to find that he’s forced her into this. She seemed rather set up to go, he wouldn’t forgive himself if she actually did not want this. Though he could not stop his hands from finishing those buttons. His hands slid up and down her stomach, enjoying to feel of the muscles tensing just under such light touches.

The nerves had all but gone away at that point, leaving Morpheus’ embarrassment as just pure self consciousness. “No…” She muttered, shaking her head slightly. “You just… know what you’re doing…” She breathed, tensing again every so often as she slid her hands up his shirt.

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morpheus-kaiser:

italianfighterandlover:

morpheus-kaiser:

Morpheus gave a light shrug, smirking slightly. “I mean, it’s nice and all, but I think what I can’t see is much more appreciable…” She tilted her head back slightly so she could see him, shivering softly at his lips on her neck. “There we go. Much better…”

“Now let’s get you out of these…” he whispered against her skin and pressing his lips to hers in a much softer yet passionate kiss his fingers slowly undoing the buttons to her shirt explosing her belly, his hand instantly pressing against the soft sin he groaned feeling her taught stomach. “Mmmm…Lei pelle è così morbida”

“That can be arranged…” Morpheus muttered, kissing him back with just as much subtle passion as she slipped her hands down his torso, undoing the buttons of his vest. She shivered again when his hands found her skin, instinctively tensing the muscles there. She blushed, though was unable to look away in her mild embarrassment.

“Are you nervous madonna…?” he asked in politeness, he doesn’t want to find that he’s forced her into this. She seemed rather set up to go, he wouldn’t forgive himself if she actually did not want this. Though he could not stop his hands from finishing those buttons. His hands slid up and down her stomach, enjoying to feel of the muscles tensing just under such light touches.

The nerves had all but gone away at that point, leaving Morpheus’ embarrassment as just pure self consciousness. “No…” She muttered, shaking her head slightly. “You just… know what you’re doing…” She breathed, tensing again every so often as she slid her hands up his shirt.

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italianfighterandlover:

morpheus-kaiser:

italianfighterandlover:

morpheus-kaiser:

“Grazie,” Morpheus smirked when they reached the door and he held it open for her. She gave a quick glance around the room, giving an attempt at seeing what kind of a man he was. Not really being able to tell, Morpheus just settled on the fact that he had good taste.

Ezio took his time in letting the lady look around the room, it as massive and had a queen sized bed with balcony and large bathroom with walk in shower and hot tub along with walk in wardrobe where his suitcases and other cases belonged. He walked up behind Morpheus and wrapped his arms around his pulling her flush against him he moved the hair out of the way as he kissed up her neck. “You like what your see, bella madonna?”

Morpheus gave a light shrug, smirking slightly. “I mean, it’s nice and all, but I think what I can’t see is much more appreciable…” She tilted her head back slightly so she could see him, shivering softly at his lips on her neck. “There we go. Much better…”

“Now let’s get you out of these…” he whispered against her skin and pressing his lips to hers in a much softer yet passionate kiss his fingers slowly undoing the buttons to her shirt explosing her belly, his hand instantly pressing against the soft sin he groaned feeling her taught stomach. “Mmmm…Lei pelle è così morbida”

“That can be arranged…” Morpheus muttered, kissing him back with just as much subtle passion as she slipped her hands down his torso, undoing the buttons of his vest. She shivered again when his hands found her skin, instinctively tensing the muscles there. She blushed, though was unable to look away in her mild embarrassment.

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askbpriestly:

morpheus-kaiser:

askbpriestly:

“Oh yes you are,” Priestly said firmly, holding onto her tight and pulling her onto his knee, rocking her gently, “You can and you will. I don’t mind you taking some time off to stay home, but this is not ruining you,” he thumbed her tears away gently, resting his head against hers, “It’s not ruining something you’ve worked so hard for. I won’t let it.”

Morphy leaned against her father lightly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I can’t leave you alone…” She muttered, frowning. “I know enough I can change schools… I transfere locally or… or something.” She sighed. “I just… I can’t leave you. I won’t.”

“I’m a big boy, Morphy,” Priestly said softly, cradling her to his chest, “This isn’t the end of the world… It’s gonna be hard for a while, and it hurts like hell, but we can deal with it. You’re not changing your life because you’re worried about me,” He managed his first genuine smile since he’d woken up and let out a small chuckle, “You really are the most amazing girl… No. You’re not. You’re the most amazing woman I’ve ever known.”

“Will you cut it out and let me take care of you for once, old man?” Morphy managed a sad laugh, though the sound was choked out through her tears. It was her first laugh in a while - her past few days had been spent in a somber mood packing her things, and now this… it was just a lot to take… “I love you, dad…” She muttered, kissing his cheek.

askbpriestly:

morpheus-kaiser:

askbpriestly:

morpheus-kaiser:

“No, shut up.” Morphy muttered indignantly, shaking her head. She wouldn’t hear any of that.  “When I left, everything was fine. Then I came back and… and all of that hunting business…” She closed her eyes tight, draining out the last of her tears. “Daddy I’m sorry…”

“Morpheus Kaiser look at me,” Priestly demanded, his voice still soft as he lifted her head off his shoulder and held it in his hands forcing her to look at him, “This is not your fault. You are the most wonderful daughter either of us could have wished for. I am so proud of the amazing woman you’ve turned into. Us breaking up would have happened if you were hunting or not. There’s some bad things between us now, but you are not one of them, I swear to you,” leaning in he pressed his lips to her forehead and then to her nose like he did when she was a child.

Out of habit, Morpheus wrinkled up her nose but there was no smile with the motion. If anything, it brought more tears and another reason to fling her arms around her father’s neck and pull him close. “Daddy I’m not going back…” She muttered, referring to the box of books that she had been packing away. “I can’t. Not now…”

“Oh yes you are,” Priestly said firmly, holding onto her tight and pulling her onto his knee, rocking her gently, “You can and you will. I don’t mind you taking some time off to stay home, but this is not ruining you,” he thumbed her tears away gently, resting his head against hers, “It’s not ruining something you’ve worked so hard for. I won’t let it.”

Morphy leaned against her father lightly, resting her head on his shoulder. “I can’t leave you alone…” She muttered, frowning. “I know enough I can change schools… I transfere locally or… or something.” She sighed. “I just… I can’t leave you. I won’t.”

askbpriestly:

morpheus-kaiser:

“No, shut up.” Morphy muttered indignantly, shaking her head. She wouldn’t hear any of that.  “When I left, everything was fine. Then I came back and… and all of that hunting business…” She closed her eyes tight, draining out the last of her tears. “Daddy I’m sorry…”

“Morpheus Kaiser look at me,” Priestly demanded, his voice still soft as he lifted her head off his shoulder and held it in his hands forcing her to look at him, “This is not your fault. You are the most wonderful daughter either of us could have wished for. I am so proud of the amazing woman you’ve turned into. Us breaking up would have happened if you were hunting or not. There’s some bad things between us now, but you are not one of them, I swear to you,” leaning in he pressed his lips to her forehead and then to her nose like he did when she was a child.

Out of habit, Morpheus wrinkled up her nose but there was no smile with the motion. If anything, it brought more tears and another reason to fling her arms around her father’s neck and pull him close. “Daddy I’m not going back…” She muttered, referring to the box of books that she had been packing away. “I can’t. Not now…”