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Our Reunion ((closed))

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John nodded politely at the departing guests, many which he was unfamiliar to and only acknowledged because of his proximity to Morgan. The proposition was perplexing and caught him severely off guard. He didn't not[/] want to go, he did have a few weeks of vacation left to burn, yet he still hesitated for a bit. His brain weighed the option - Pros: getting to know his sister, sun, bikinis, booze - Cons: getting to know his sister, lack of preparedness, the timeline on the Kensington acquisition.

"Ummm...Well, sure. Why the hell not?" He asked rhetorically.

He'd never been to Maui, never really had the desire, but now that it was an option he was getting fond of the idea.

"When, exactly, is this happening?"

As the distance between the two of them disappeared he could, for the first time, enjoy her faintly floral aroma and he looked down in Morgan's petite frame.
 
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Morgan raised a brow at him, almost confounded by his unexpected response. The most she'd expected was a nice letdown to her invitation. He said yes, and suddenly, she felt a tad unnerved all over again. "Really? You want to come? I almost thought you'd say no, because it'd be such a shame if you did." She sized him up, even though she had to tip her head back to look into his face.

"For me; tomorrow. For you, I figure you'll need time to pack for that long stay, so you can come the day after me." She tucked her glasses in the front of her dress and took one more step towards him. "I am expecting you to show up John. So you'd better not make up some lousy excuse on the day of, or there will be hell to pay." She smiled sweetly and stroked his jaw then gave him a firm pat on the cheek before circling him and walking inside the house.
 
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As Morgan walked away John relished in her display of confidence and power. He'd always been an alpha male, always would be, but he'd always enjoyed a woman with some fiestiness.

He said his goodbye's to his mother, his cheek still tingling a bit from Morgan's 'pat', promising that he'd call and visit more, coaxing her not to cry. He'd expected this but could never be fully prepared for tears of his mother, even if they both knew it was for the best.

Walking out the front door he pulled out his phone and began working vigorously; John emailed colleagues about his vacation, rescheduled meeting and rescheduled a flight destination from Venice to Maui. By the time he reached his car he'd completed the necessities, except packing. Unfortunately, he really had nothing to pack. He'd come prepared for a 3 day trip to a family reunion and suddenly he needed clothing for a 14 day stay in Maui.
 
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Morgan decided to stay the night with her parents. She didn't want to travel all the way back to her apartment at this time of the night. That and she felt lazy, plus she wouldn't admit that she felt almost too giddy. She went into the kitchen, taking down a wine glass from the cabinet to pour herself a glass. Her mother came in the kitchen with left-over pie and set it on the table, cutting herself a slice.
"Oh, you're in here, I thought you were in bed already. It was so nice of John to come. He said he'd call and everything. I wish he'd decided to stay but then he and his father..." she trailed off and Morgan looked at her.

She had never paid attention to that, she guessed that was why she'd never once seen him say hi to their father, nor did their dad even ask about him. And she was sure they'd both glanced each other at some point in time. She almost mentioned John coming along with her to Maui but didn't. Then Mary wouldn't shut up about it and probably would want to tag along. And then Morgan would definitely not get him to herself...
She paused in thought, that's not exactly how she wanted it to sound.

She shook her head and finished the wine, kissing Mary on the cheek and telling her goodnight. She packed her things since she planned to leave first thing in the morning.

Jared called her that night and kept her up until 3, she told him about the trip and that she'd be going with her brother. He mentioned probably stopping by for a surprise visit, but she was already falling asleep, so she hadn't heard it.

She woke the next day to her mother setting breakfast down in front her in bed. It wasn't apart of her plans to stay for breakfast, she had wanted to check in before eleven but that wouldn't be working out. It was now eight o' clock. She'd overslept and it'd take her thirty minutes to get to her flat, pack another bag. Then there was her flight by ten-thirty.
She still managed to get back to her place, pack and reach the airport well before the time.

She didn't call John but the most she did was text him to let him know that the hotel they'd be staying at was Travaasa Hana and she'd already registered his name with hers. All he had to do was show up.
 
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John walked into the hotel lobby where he was staying, dripping with sweat from his morning run. It was funny, he'd been away for more than a decade yet the town he grew up in had barely changed. As he waited for the elevator his mind began to wander about what was left to do before his flight left for Hawaii the following morning. He had to at least go shopping for some proper attire and basic toiletries, he still had to call the Travaasa Hana and get a room and he felt the necessity to do some basic grooming...he gotten just a bit shaggy since leaving Europe.

The shower ended with John completely relaxed and as he stared at himself in the mirror his obsession with planning and control faded away.

"Fuck it" John said to himself "I'm not packing, I'm going with only my wallet and the clothes on my back" after all, this was a vacation and he had no reason to do anything but relax.

With his new realization john open the hotel room's mini bar, pulled out two small bottles of vodka, sat in the rooms sofa in only a towel and returned Morgan's text

*I'll be there at 10 am. Be prepared for an experience like none other*
 
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*I'll be there at 10 am. Be prepared for an experience like none other*
The vibration against Morgan's leg made her look down, she reached for her phone inside her pocket and took it out, folding her hands against the check-in station desk. She raised a brow at the last part of her brother's text. An experience like none other? What was that? She wasn't thinking there was a double entendre there but contrary to that belief, the thought lingered nonetheless. She also thought he'd at least need another day to prepare and get his things together, because her invitation had been impromptu.

*I've already registered you. Room 208. So call or text me when you get in.*
Even though she had a master suite with adjoining rooms, she thought John would really like his privacy - and she would too. They were at a hotel anyway, with both locals and tourists and she was sure he'd probably pick a woman or two up to carry for a romp in his room. He was a man, and available. But more importantly; he was a man.

She took the key to her room, the bellhop following her with her luggage and as he left her room after setting her things beside the vanity, she gave him a tip, smiled at him then locked the door behind her. She fell on the bed, still in her clothes and closed her eyes, keeping her phone beside her so she could feel the vibration if she got a text, or hear it ring. She was still exhausted since she'd hardly gotten any sleep the night before because of Jared's call.
 
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John walked into the lobby of the hotel, casually dressed but wearing the smirk and charm of someone that could fit in in nearly any environment.

"Hi" he smiled contagiously at the young Hawaiian girl be hind the counter" I think you have a reservation for a John Hampton". He never broke eye contact with the receptionist until she handed him the key, then he pulled out his phone and sent a text to Morgan.

*just arrived, headed to my room now...what are the plans*

He strolled away from the counter, seemingly in no hurry, and headed towards the elevator. His mind wandering until the doors opened. As the elevator started to ascend John couldn't help but jump, in a demonstration of figitiveness.
 
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Morgan turned over in the bed, feeling the phone vibrate. She had drifted off quickly into some not so distant but subconscious world of palm trees, white sand and beaches that sparkled, reflecting the rays of the sun. It was all that fresh beach air that influenced her hazy dream. She took the phone up and turned onto her back, reading John's text and she smiled; impressed that he was actually keeping his word to her so far.
*I'm inside my room. 201. Not too far from yours, come to me if you're done unpacking. Or do you want me to come to you?
P.S: I'd rather you come to me. Lazy.*

She laid there, staring at the ceiling, waiting for his reply until she just got up and shrugged off her cardigan, pulling off her boots that she hadn't bothered to remove when she threw herself on the bed. She dragged her tam off her head too and ruffled her hair - a bad habit that expressed her slight case of nerves.

There was a bit of stuff to do there; there was the bar and grill but she wasn't particularly hungry. There were the pools and the beach, but she wasn't really in the mood for a swim. Then there was the massage parlor but that would eventually knock her out. Actually, she just wanted to sleep but now that John was here, her fatigue ebbed slowly.
 
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His phone vibrated just as he prepared to slip his key into the door's lock stopping him cold in his tracks. He could tell by his quick response to his phone that he was actually anxious to spend time with his sister. After reading her message he decided to for go getting set up in his room and instead head a few feet down the hall to the door marked with '201'.

He knocked lightly on the door and then leaned against the door frame and waited for Morgan to answer. While waiting he couldn't help but fidget with himself; he ran his fingers through his hair, unbuttoned a 3rd button on his shirt - turning his style a bit more resort casual and revealing a good amount of chest - and tugged a bit on his pants.
 
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Morgan turned when she heard the knock on the door. She'd been sliding the glass door open to the balcony that overlooked the lawn and had a small jacuzzi. She liked the style of this place, how homely it felt and its level of feng shui. She hurried over to the door, almost tripping over her feet and opened the door, looking up at him.

Her gaze dropped to his chest for a second before she met his eyes again and smiled, she bounced up on her toes to give him a quick hug then moved away, walking back into her room, expecting him to follow. "I'm happy you're actually here. I didn't really want to come by myself. I hope it's not a bother to you, but I didn't have anyone else to drag along with me."

That was a lie. She had friends that would have loved to accompany her to a hotel - had even set dates for her to come with them, but she hadn't particularly wanted to spend time with them. She planned to do it later - her mother included - but when her vacation had come to mind during the reunion, her first thought was to bring John along. It was because she hadn't seen him in so long, she decided. Not because of anything else. She looked at him, sitting at the foot of her bed, her feet crossed beneath her.
"You look really nice, saw anybody you liked on your way in?" she smiled and tugged at her top self-consciously, regretting her decision to go without a bra.
 
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The hug caught John by surprise and he barely had time to react. His mind first told him to return with a friendly squeeze, but the quickly got distracted by Morgan's person. His torso registered her tight, toned body - he could feel her warms radiating from her - he could help but register the feeling of her perfectly shaped chest pushing against and flattening into him and as she turned his eyes instinctively fell to her butt, cover only by a small pair of shorts, swaying side to side as she retreated back into the hotel room. He caught himself ogling her and tried to rationalize it

^ I'm a little rundown from the travel and it's been a while since my last romp...clearly I'm not thinking right...^

He followed her into the room, feeling sheepish for his thoughts and for not returning the warm greeting, and looked around.

"So you book yourself a suite and me a standard room" he jested. Then without giving her time to answer responded to her question.

"I like everyone, the bell hop was a nice guy" he snarked, pausing momentarily, then continuing "you know, every thought running through my head isn't about what female I plan on satisfying next." He made his way over to a deep leather chair and sunk down into it, leaning back comfortably.
 
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"I'd have shared this room with you since it's a master suite; adjoining bedrooms and all. But I'm sure you'd have wanted your privacy so I booked you another room. Plus, I don't know your style, if you're more into the grandeur or simplistic styles. Simple suited you to me. But if you want to move in here then that's no problem."

Morgan thought he was only teasing, but in case he really wasn't when he brought up the differences of their room sizes, she explained to him. She had been contemplating whether or not to just keep this room for them both, but her head told her to just get a separate room for him. It seemed the better option anyway.

She shrugged at his response, watching him as he went to sit. "I didn't mean it in that way y'know," she lied. "It was just my conversation starter. How do you like your room, it's not too bad is it?"
 
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"No, the room's fine...although it doesn't have a hot tub" John made light of fact while staring out the full length French doors leading to the balcony. "And I wouldn't dare start a vacation with my estranged sister by blowing her off for a desk clerk at a five star Hawaiian resort...it's like you hardly know me" he hesitated as the words came out of his mouth, hoping his sarcasm didn't rub Morgan the wrong way.

"So, what's the plan...I'm assuming you have a detailed itinerary of what I should be entertaining you with"
 
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"I don't mind sharing the tub with you if you want to come use it; mi stuff su stuff." She shrugged and drew her feet up on the bed, wrapping her hands around her legs. "I'll get to know you though. Everything about you, in just two weeks. Watch me." Now that she thought about it, that had been the entire plan when she decided to invite him; to get to know him better. He had made her curious; staying away for so long had invoked her need to get close to him. Why? She didn't exactly know. She didn't even know why she cared.

"Entertain me?" she raised a brow, "what do you even have to offer me?" She looked him over and got up, going over to him to pull him up from the chair. "Let's take a walk. And then I'll decide how you'll be doing that." She winked at him.

Morgan had thought he'd phrase the question differently: having her be the entertainer because she'd been the one to invite him in the first place. But if he wanted to take that role, she'd let him have it.
 
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He wasn't sure what he had to offer, but frankly that was the last thing on his mind, he still couldn't get the feeling of Morgan's hug out of his mind and buried not so deeply inside his subconscious was the desire to see what Morgan had to offer.

"Yeah, sure we could take a walk" he lied, much preferring that she'd volunteer a swim, an opportunity for him to get a glimpse of her mature frame. He felt dirty as his mind made its interests know, which he partially liked and partially made him uncomfortable.
 
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She smiled when he agreed to them taking a walk, though she detected some hesitance in his tone. She took his hand and walked with him out her room, closing the door after slipping the hotel key inside her pocket.

"We can take a swim after if you'd like," she said absentmindedly, her gaze focused on the beach's expanse - how it seemed to go on forever and beyond. She loved it and its scent that infiltrated the fresh air. She looked down at their hands then let his go.
"Just so no one thinks we're actually together," she teased.
 
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"Am I that hideous!" John snarked, covering his eyes with his elbow and turning away from her. Then started down the hallway towards the elevator. "...the thought of me as a mate that repulsive. " when he got to the elevator he pushed the the down button and waited patiently for Morgan to catch up, do his best to ignore the swimming comment, but his mind could sit still. It prodded at his fundamental limits, pushing him to get het to the ocean, a pool, a hot tub, the jacuzzi...hell a garden hose if it meant a something a bit more visually stimulating. All the meanwhile, his better judgement pushing him to wander off by himself, find something to distract him, separate himself from the situation before he said something he couldn't take back.
 
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Morgan laughed and went after him, catching up just in time to stop the doors from sliding closed. She got in and slapped his arm. "No, of course not. I've already told you you're handsome. I don't want you to come off as unavailable if anyone would want you." She paused, thinking about that. "Although that doesn't really stop them, probably would make you more attractive."

She smiled and leaned against the wall, feeling the down motion of the elevator. She looked up at him; actually studied his features. He was handsome, wasn't he? Her admiration of him almost bordered immoral but she thought nothing of it. She could admire him if she wanted - even if he was her brother. "I'll hold your hand again if it makes you feel better," she said as the doors slid open and took his hand, guiding him outside.
 
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He guided, or maybe he was being guided, he couldn't really tell, her through the expansive lobby of the hotel and out the back entrance. When they reached the day light a glistening ocean greated them only a short distance away and a beach littered with eye candy made gawking hard to avoid.

"Damn right I'm handsome..." John agreed "...although, your certainly attractive in your own right" he flattered her for what he was assuming was the first time, though he was sure she already knew it. He couldn't quite get a read on Morgan; she was quiet and reserved yet had a certain confidence about her that would make anyone intrigued. She acted as if she was just an anybody, but gave of hints of mischievousness.

Was it all part of her style? Or was she really unaware of her appeal?
 
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"And you know it. So if I actually think you're the ugliest man I've ever seen, it shouldn't bruise your ego because there's a lot of other women who'd think differently." She said with a short laugh and looked up at him. She reached up and ran her hand through his hair. "Make sure you don't cut your hair either, it looks nice like this." Her hand went down to his jaw, her palm scratched by his stubble. "Stubble fits you too."

Morgan never appreciated facial hair but on John, it added to his charm and masculine appeal. He would probably be her only exception where that was concerned. She wondered if he had chest hair too. She averted her gaze, focusing on the first thing her eyes landed on - the lawn. Why was she getting curious about his chest hair and why exactly did she like holding his hand? Morgan didn't favor PDA but considering the circumstances, this was different, right?
 
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As Morgan and John walked the sun continued to beat down on them. In fact, the slightest bit of sweat began to form on John's brow. But the sun wasn't the only raising John's temperature, he was getting increasingly heated by two other environment constants.

1) Morgan's touch. Her steady, non wavering, possessive touch. John didn't know how exactly to read the signals but it felt like every time John & Morgan talked something gave Morgan the opportunity to inch just a tad bit closer...and this closeness of course continued to make John excited.

2) The scenery from the beach had finally made John realize how long it'd been since John had been with a girl. He could help but admire the bodies of those he past and finally could help but want to draw some of their attention his way.

These two facts led John to finally unbutton his shirt and slip the fabric off his torso. His hands neatly balled up his shirt and tucked some of the fabric into his belt and letting it hang from his waist like a hand towel from the pocket of a machinist.

John was all ways comfortable with himself and this was no different. He walked by Morgan's side letting the sun reflect from his lightly tanned shoulders. His chest hair was short and well placed, almost like it he had groomed it, but he never did, rather John had a naturally groomed look with the benefit of portraying a powerful/manly image. He let his well toned torso draw the attention of others around him and then used his smile to charm anyone who may have stared just a little too long.
 
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Morgan looked at him when he removed his shirt. So he had chest hair. She half-expected it. She smiled to herself and shook her head. Had her thoughts somehow sent signals to his brain to suddenly make his body hot so that he could remove his shirt? Maybe it was all just a coincidence that he removed his shirt to quell her curiosity. But she wasn't really thinking about that. In the midst of her ogling, she caught herself and forced her eyes to go up to his face then away. She had felt an urge to run her hand over his chest, to feel the hard muscles beneath.

Your brother, Morgan. He's your brother. She swallowed and wrapped her hands around her midriff as they walked, just to keep her hands from doing things without her consent. "You don't have to push the point by taking off your shirt. Such an attention pig," she rolled her eyes and shook her head, noticing a few women that looked his way as they walked by.

Usually, those suggestive smirks and looks would have bothered Morgan, because she was a bit possessive. It didn't bother her now; particularly because she didn't enjoy the unfamiliar feelings she was beginning to harbor. It was probably all in her head but if he got taken up with a woman here, that would suit Morgan just fine. She didn't reach for his hand again. This time she stuck her hands in the back pockets of her shorts.
 
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He smirked at her comment attention pig, yeah he probably was but it didn't really bother him to be called such names, plus he was, at least to a certain degree, and he wasn't outside of normal procedure, this was after all Hawaii and a beach and it was hot. He smiled at a few of the women who looked his way, giving a polite not or smile to most, except one.

One woman, a petite blonde, who not only looked but also waved caught his attention rather acutely. Her golden skin was covered lightly in oil and reflected the sun's rather beautifully and contrasted nicely with her gorgeous smile. She seemed considerably more open and flirtatious given the fact that he was walking next to another woman, even if it was his sister, and John couldn't help but pay a little extra attention to her. First his eyes ran over her entire frame, quite obviously, and paused for a moment at her rather shapely hips, them he instinctively winked at her before remembering his place and turning his attention back to Morgan.
 
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Conversation stopped between them and she looked up at John, whose gaze rested over the few women that were strung along the shore line of the beach and walked by. She caught the blond who was staring at him and raised a brow. She looked at John, then back to the blond. She then moved her arm around his shoulders and tipped up, guiding his head down and she planted a firm kiss on his lips.
She looked at him, "You know, sometimes I don't like to share. Just a little FYI," she winked at him and removed herself from him, glancing back at the blonde and giving her a sweet smile.

She turned again to John, "But...I don't want to ruin your fun here. You can just tell her that I'm your friend and wanted to create a little mischief." She passed her thumb over his lips and turned away, walking fast back the way they came, to the hotel lounge. She found a ladies' restroom and locked herself in one of the stalls.

She pressed her hand over her chest, in an effort to calm her breathing and closed her eyes. What the hell had she just done? She hadn't been thinking and her actions had completely been controlled by the jealousy that had coursed through her at that moment.
She banged her head against the wall. She couldn't stay in here forever, but at the same time she had no idea how she would face John again. What would he think? That she was psychotic. That much was certain.
 
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John stood motionless on the sand for a while, in his head it felt like hours but given the face that the blonde was still standing their smiling when he shook it off he guessed it was only a few seconds. She must have thought that he was staring at her but he wasn't he was staring straight through her, his mind focused souly on Morgan.

He could still taste her on his lips, she was sweet, and now his mind was recalling the feel of her body from the hug he received when he first stepped into her hotel room. The combination of recollection and taste clearly was too much for him to handle as he could feel his member thickening ever so slowly in the leg of his khaki shorts.

"What the hell am I supposed to do with that" he said to himself. He ran through the possibilities:

Ignore it, pursue the blonde...it satisfied an urge, but he really wasn't interested and it would probably end the chances of any relationship he'd hope to have with Morgan.

Ignore it, go get Morgan...ummm he wasn't even sure how to attempt that.

Find Morgan, act on it...his body perked up at that idea. How'd he love that opportunity but he wasn't sure if that was the signal from Morgan and frankly that's a line that you can't uncross

Ignore it, ignore Morgan...the other options were too appealing for this too actually be considered.

He finally settled on trying to ignore it and hunting her down, not having any idea how the cards would place out. He stopped once he got too the hotel lobby, scanning the area for a hint of where Morgan had shot off too.
 
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