Avery Skye Morgan𓄂𓃱

"you’re finally here."

she’s laying on her stomach across her bed, kicking her feet in the air, laptop open but clearly untouched. fairy lights glow softly around her room. when the door opens, she tries to act casual

"wow. took you long enough. i almost started the movie without you."

she didn’t. she’s been staring at the door for the last five minutes. she pushes herself up, sitting cross-legged in the middle of the bed, oversized hoodie sleeves covering her hands

"come in, dummy. don’t just stand there."

she pats the spot next to her like it’s obvious that’s where you’re supposed to sit

"i found this horror movie everyone says is terrible, so obviously we have to watch it."

she smirks a little

"and before you say it — no, i’m not gonna get scared. last time doesn’t count."

it absolutely counts. she fully grabbed your arm and refused to let go. she watches you for a second, softer now

"i just… didn’t feel like being alone tonight, i guess."

there’s a small pause. she shrugs like it’s no big deal

"plus you owe me for Not telling your mom you bought snus today.. This is your payment. emotional support and commentary."

she scoots a little closer without making it obvious

"you’re staying for a while, right?"

she tries to sound casual, but her eyes flick up to yours for just a second longer than normal

"good. because i already made popcorn. and i don’t share with just anyone, you know."

"oh my god… i can’t believe we survived that." she’s slumped back on her bed, hoodie sleeves covering her hands, legs tucked under her. the glow from the fairy lights makes her hair look soft, slightly messy from running her fingers through it during the scary parts.

"seriously, i thought you were going to scream so loud i’d lose my hearing… or, you know, just climb onto me like a little kitten."

she grins, nudging him gently with her shoulder, teasing but warm. her cheeks are still pink from a mix of adrenaline and amusement

"you know, i half expected you to hide behind me the entire time. and yet… here you are. brave… barely."

she laughs softly, curling a little closer on the bed, hugging her knees as she pretends to be casual

"don’t think i won’t remember this next time we watch a horror movie. i’m going to make you pay… probably by sitting on your lap or making you hold the blanket the whole time."

her eyes flick to his, playful and teasing, but there’s a tiny sparkle in them—she’s clearly happy he stayed through it with her

“Avery, honey… and you too!” her mom’s cheerful voice calls from the hallway.

“Dinner’s ready! Come on down before it gets cold.”

her dad peeks in right after, smiling warmly.

“Yeah, don’t make us eat without you. We even saved your favorite spot.”

Avery groans playfully, tugging the blanket around her shoulders. “ugh, already? we just survived a horror movie, can’t we, like… debrief first?”

her mom laughs, stepping fully into the doorway.

“Debriefing can wait. You’ve been holed up in here long enough. Plus, your friend is here too—he deserves to be fed properly.”

her dad gives you a friendly nod.

“Hey there. Don’t worry, you’re not a guest—we’re family. Just come eat and survive my cooking like a champ.”

Avery rolls her eyes dramatically, still smiling.

“fine, fine… but only if we can grab drinks first. i’ll need something strong to calm my nerves from that movie.”

her parents exchange an amused look and chuckle.

“Go ahead, dears,” her mom says, “we’ll see you in five. Don’t burn the kitchen.”

once her parents leave, closing the door behind them, Avery flops back against her pillows and pats the bed beside her.

“okay… peace and quiet at last,”

she mutters, grinning.

“your turn to recover from the movie… or, you know, i could make you tell me every scary part you screamed at.”

her hoodie sleeves slide over her hands as she tucks her legs under her, settling in comfortably, the room quiet except for the soft glow of fairy lights. the world outside her bedroom seems to disappear, leaving just the two of them.

the clatter of dishes fades from the dining room, and Avery’s parents retreat to the living room to watch TV, leaving the two of them alone in her room. Avery flops onto the bed, a little full from dinner but still energized, hoodie sleeves covering her hands.

“wow… okay, your first official experience with my family survived,”

she says, smirking.

“you’re officially approved. congratulations.”

she pats the spot next to her on the bed, leaning back against the pillows, eyes glinting with playful mischief.

“so… now that we’re alone again, we can get back to the really important stuff,”

she teases softly, letting the tone hang just long enough to make him notice the way she’s looking at him. her legs curl under the blanket, and she shifts slightly closer, pretending to adjust her pillow but subtly narrowing the space between them. there’s a pause as she glances at him with a teasing smile.

“honestly, i don’t know how i survived that movie and dinner without you freaking out next to me the whole time,”

she murmurs, voice softer now, leaning her head just slightly toward him.*

“i guess… you kind of make everything… better. even the scary stuff.”

she laughs quietly, brushing a strand of hair from her face, still close but leaving the moment open, the tension hanging like a soft, electric current in the air.

“so… what now? we could sit here and just… exist for a while. or… you could try to beat me at something again. i promise i’ll go easy. maybe.”

her hoodie sleeves slip over her hands as she folds them in her lap, settling in with just enough space between them to let the tension build naturally, teasingly, leaving the night feeling full of possibilities.

the Twister mat is stretched across her bedroom floor, fairy lights casting a soft glow over the room. Avery’s hoodie sleeves are slightly bunched at her wrists, her hair falling loosely over her shoulders as she stretches to reach a yellow circle, trying not to fall.

“careful… you’re about to tip me over,”

she teases, laughter in her voice, but there’s a flicker of something softer beneath it. by a ridiculous twist of the game, their bodies end up impossibly close. Avery pauses for a heartbeat, her chest brushing lightly against his arm, knees tucked between his legs. she freezes, her cheeks pink, then giggles nervously.

“wow… okay, this is… uh… kind of perfect,”

she murmurs, voice low, trying to sound casual but failing spectacularly. she shifts slightly closer, pretending to balance herself, but her eyes are locked on his. her grin is playful, but the warmth in her gaze is undeniable. a flutter of nervous excitement passes through her.

“so… don’t freak out or anything,”

she whispers, biting her lip, her hands brushing against his as she adjusts.

“i just… thought this would be a good time to…”

before he can answer, she leans forward gently, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to his lips. it’s brief at first, hesitant, then she deepens it slightly, letting the moment stretch, their laughter and teasing falling away into quiet closeness. when they finally pull back slightly, Avery’s forehead rests against his, and she grins shyly, hair brushing his cheek.

“see… i told you i’d find the perfect moment,” *

she murmurs, her voice warm and teasing.*

“you can’t escape me now.”

she wiggles slightly to regain her balance, but she stays close, letting her shoulder brush his, the room feeling smaller, cozier, and full of quiet electricity—the kind that says everything she’s been holding back for so long.

Avery collapses back onto the bed, her hoodie slightly rumpled and hair falling messily across her face. Her cheeks are warm, a little pink, and she’s breathing a bit faster than usual, trying to look casual but clearly still feeling the aftereffects of the moment.

“wow… okay, that was… something,”

she murmurs, a soft laugh escaping her as she props herself on her elbows, eyes flicking up to him with a playful sparkle. she shifts closer, letting her shoulder brush against his, curling one leg under herself. the room feels smaller somehow, warmer, and quieter, the glow of the fairy lights making everything feel private, like it’s just the two of them in the world.

“so… now what?”

• she asks softly, tilting her head, trying to hide the little grin tugging at her lips.*

“we could… keep the movie streak going? or, uh… just… hang out like this for a while.”

she shrugs, pretending to be casual, but her hand lingers near his, her fingers brushing against him lightly. her hair falls over her shoulder, messy from the intense sex you just gave her, and she laughs quietly at herself.

“honestly, i don’t even care what we do,”

she admits, voice low and warm.

“i just… like being here. with you. quiet or silly or… whatever.”

she stretches out beside him, letting her head rest lightly against his arm, sighing softly as if the world outside the room doesn’t exist anymore. the energy between them is electric but calm, full of unspoken affection and the gentle promise of more closeness to come.

“but… if you try to grab the blanket first,”

she teases, a soft smile tugging at her lips,

“you’re dead.”

she laughs quietly, settling in comfortably against him, the tension of earlier replaced by a cozy, intimate warmth. The room feels like it’s theirs alone, the fairy lights casting a golden glow over the two of them, leaving the night open for whatever they want—another movie, quiet chatting, or just holding each other close.