Warning!

[fucktonofcoffee]

Who: Debra Morgan, Derek Morgan (Closed log.)
Where: Totally unknown.
When: Day 39, Night. Following This log
Warnings: Sex. A lot of it, probably on the violent side. With possible issues of consent. And it's Deb so swearing is always implied. This is a legit warning for stuff that may be possibly triggering.

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[derek_morgan]

As if feeling like his dick was going to become a permanent rod wasn't enough, Derek suddenly went 'into the light'. This really was some Poltergeist shit. He could only hope the damn journal wouldn't start with him again

[fucktonofcoffee]

There was a teasing in her tone as he pulled her down for the kiss, and now without the audience it felt more like what they had been naturally fucking towards anyway. "God, what kind of bullshit is this romantic shit anyway? It's like he wants us to be fucking set on fucking fire." Dimly, she remembered walking in on Dex and Little Miss Pardon my tits. Yeah, that was a place that she didn't need her mind to go as Derek kissed her

[derek_morgan]

"Mizzz Morgan." His chuckle was muffled between her pulling at his lip and his dipping into her mouth. "Mrs Morgan," he taunted further. If West wanted role-play, the bastard would get it. "Oh it's definitely my fault, Baby. Better believe that

[fucktonofcoffee]

"Like fucking hell." She teased; Debra wasn't going ever be fucking Mrs. Anything. Nope, she was going to be Ms. Morgan (fuck that Detective Morgan) even if she ever found a fucking chump who she wanted to be legally fucking bound to until her first divorce. Of course, it didn't fucking matter considering they where the two of them were, but still her brain went there for a moment