Morgan smiled to him, a small chuckle escaping her at his little kisses, a light blush crossing her cheeks. "I know you're worried," she she whispered gently. "But you can't be so up right about things all the time. You need to let go. And you can do that here. With me..." she trailed off, softly pushing him down against the bed and pecking his lips lightly. "I've always got you, you know that, right?" She asked quietly.

Caleb chuckled and let her push him down, moving his hands to her hips. "How do you suggest I do that?" He asked, a smile playing on his lips. He slipped her hands under the waist of her pants, her skin soft against his hands. He kissed her again, this time inviting her to deepen it

Morgan smiled down at him, her brows furrowing slightly in thought. She pressed her lips softly to his. "In whatever way works for you," she whispered softly to him. "In whatever way makes you happy," she added pressing her lips deeper to his, her lips parting slightly as an invitation for him to take the lead. She couldn't help but notice that he'd never actually... tried anything with her. Never made the move, not for anything. She didn't know why, but she was giving him that chance right now. She hoped he knew he was safe with her, and that she did care about him, but when she'd tried something on him he just got tense and... worried, she supposed. She didn't want that for him.

Caleb smiled into the kiss, deepening it more and slowly tugging her shirt off. Once he had succeeded, he tugged his off as well as he unclipped her pants. He slid them off of her, his hands roaming her body, memorizing it. He flipped them over so he was on top

Morgan kissed him back happily, although was a little surprised when she felt him tugging her shirt off, a laugh laugh escaping her at the touch. It was all just... amusing, really. After a moment, though, she let him flip them over so he was hovering just above her, her hands running gently up and down his back. She wanted to remember everything... his muscle, his skin, every scar. She wanted to memorise every spot or mole and every freckle. His hands felt tough against her own skin, admittedly putting her whole body on fire. After a moment, though, she paused to just... look at him. Her brows pinched together and she pulled him in for a quick kiss. "Jeasus, you're perfect," she mused gently to him.

"I wouldn't go as far as perfect, but thank you. You're my beautiful angel." He murmured, his lips working on her neck. He pressed his lips back to hers eagerly, hoping to go pretty far but respecting her wishes if she wanted to stop

Morgan shook her head, a soft breath escaping her as she felt his lips running down her neck. Her back arched into him slightly, the touch warm and safe. She felt safe with him.. more than with anyone, and she hoped he could at least feel that way with her. She'd protect him, and she hoped he knew that. She tilted her head up slightly, giving him room to mess around. "No, I mean it," she whispered, another soft breath escaping her as she closed her eyes. "You're prefect," she repreated with a small laugh.

"Mm" He hummed in response, lips trying to find her sweet spot

Morgan went quiet after that, one of her hands slipping into his hair to pull him closer, and her legs wrapping around his sides. She still had her underwear on, and she found them pressed up against him firmly, trying to close any space between them. Though, when he hit a spot in her throat, she couldn't help the slight whimper that forced it way out of her throat. The noise caught her off guard, her eyes widening but admittedly not at all upset about it.

Caleb paused for a moment, smiling and chuckling lightly. He pulled off his pants and unclipped her bra. Nipping and keeping his lips at work against her spot, he took of her underwear along with his