"Dont call me a good girl" I grunt and lower my brows.

"Why? You dont like it?" He grins and winks at me.

"I'd rather have you call me by my name"

"Y/N..." He leans forward to kiss me and my heart flutter. My name from his lips makes me swoon, his lips soft and wet, the kiss firm and greedy and I meet him with the same need.

"Rick" I breathe as his hands begins to undress us both, his coat falls off his shoulder, my shirt is lifted over my head only for my hands to go instantly back around his neck.

"Y/N" His eyes devour my body.

"Again" I demand as his hands goes behind my back. He chuckles.

"Y/N" His teeth nibble on the flesh of my shoulder as he unclasps my bra. I feel a soft vibration under my fingertips as my hands run over his, unfortunately, still clothed chest. My bra drops to the floor, his eyes shimmer with lust and playfulness. I've never felt so desired in my life.

"Rick?"

"Mm?" He hums, busy with exploring my body, alert for my signals of what I like and not but everywhere he touch is a delight so it wouldnt matter. Its feels like we're in a bubble, the only ones in the universe are us two.

"I want you..." I almost whisper. His eyes shoots up to meet mine and he quickly dispose of his shirt, exposing blue chest hair.

"I want you too baby" We collide in a heated kiss. I feel his hands tug impatiently at my pants and I move away to dispose of them.

"So fucking beautiful" He purrs and reach forward to pull me back on top of him. As I slowly inch down on him his head lolls back and he inhales a sharp breath.

"Fuck" He grunts and his hands shoots up to my hips to hold me still "You're gonna make me cum baby, take it easy"

"I thought you were impatient?" I chuckle with a shaky breath, the pleasure overwhelming for both of us.

"Oh I fucking am but I want to enjoy this"

Im quick to learn that this means that we will feel the others emotions on an entirely different level. Agony, suffering. Something isnt right and my emotions are flipping between sorrow and deep melancholy, only snuggling closer to Rick seem to cease the pain and I realize how much this man must suffer. My life is simple and may I even say easy? I have a job, I go to school, I know it will be different with Rick, there's so much to learn and it will most likely never go back to how it was. Rick breathes a different air than I do and staying by his side will be a roller coaster.

"Y/N..." He breathes in my ear. His arms holding me tightly where we lie in his bed. After what happened in the garage he teleported us to the shower with his portal gun; thinking walking through the house would be embarrassing for me, for which im grateful since Rick doesnt seem to care what others think, he probably would've just strolled past them with his softening hard on bulging in his pants.

Sheesh...

"Mm?" I respond and peak up at him. His hair is not as wild yet as its still wet.

"I forgot what I was going to say..." His uni brow lower and I take a brief moment to stare at his features. He look more relaxed, much more so that what he usually do, his pain is still worrying me though but I have an idea on how to get answers. Birdperson. If Rick manage to fix him then maybe I can ask him? They seem to have spent a lot of time together so he probably knows Rick better than I do even if it pains me to admit it, this just happened so fast.

But I feel the most complete I've ever felt.

"I dont want to hurt you" He mumbles, making me turn my head to look at him again.

"Why do you say that?" I ask and he frowns again, like he didnt mean it say it out loud.

"Doesnt matter" He grunts dismissively and I allow it to slip.

"Do you think you'll be able to fix him?" I ask him instead.

"BP? Yes"

"You sound so sure"

"I can do anything" He takes a deep breath and seem to be sinking even further down in the mattress.

"Are you sure?" I cock a brow at him.

"Are you challenging me?" He asks and I nod.

"Can you fly?"

"Duh, I have a spaceship" He rolls his eyes "aaand I could make wings if I wanted to"

"Can you... speak all the languages in the world?"

"I can built a translator"

"Oh come on..." I sit up, thinking it might help me think better and Rick does the same and lean against the wall, his eyes never leaving me "Can you make the sun into a black hole?"

"Yes"

"Can you... be immortal?"

"I can transfer my consciousness into a younger clone of myself... so yes"

"What? You can give yourself a younger body?" I meet his eyes and freeze as I spot admiration in them. Does he actually love me back?

"I can do the same to you" He explains. I stare at him, aware of how overwhelming this might turn out to be. He can live forever if he wanted to but im not sure if that's something I want for myself? These are questions you only ask yourself for fun but Rick can actually do it.

"Too much for your tiny brain?" He grins.

"Definitely" I lean back into his embrace and he sighs with content.

Rick works on Birdperson, or BP as he calls him, for a couple of days. It takes time, I watch sometimes after school and work but some of the things he does are too much for my eyes, then one day Rick asks me to come with him to the garage, I just got back from the bar, my eyelids heavy and my feet sore.

"Im going in to bring back his memory and I need you to make sure I get back"

"Wait what?" I stop as I see Birdperson strapped up on a table, a tube with glowing content flowing from his arm.

"What? Are you deaf?" He sits down on a chair next to his unconscious friend and attach the other end of the tube to himself. "If I die in his mind I die for real, if I seem to be in any trouble pull me out"

"And how do I do that?" My heartbeat quickens and I wipe my clammy hands on my pant. Rick make a sudden brief moment to look at me, clearly feeling my nervs.

"Pull this out" He points to his arm "And wake me up, you'll be fine"

"I..." I hesitate "What if I mess something up?"

"You wont" He roll his eyes, how can he be so calm? In an odd way it makes me slow my breathing, I want to trust him so I nod and move closer.

"Alright, im going in" He close his eyes and after a couple of seconds I can see him slip away. I jump up on his workbench and watch them both. It looks like they're sleeping peacefully. BP with scars all over his body, it looks like Rick managed to patch him up good because now he looks more like he did in the photo, the way we remember him. I dont know who that Tammy girl is or was but I wonder why she did that to him? Was she the one who killed him as well?

I slump forward and rest my head in my hands, my eyes landing on my soulmate. Does the universe work in mysterious ways? Is that why we're in this? Do I just stop thinking about it and move forward?

He looks relaxed, his long limbs hanging limp by his sides, his legs stretched forward. I suddenly remember how it felt when he held me which brings heat up to my face. Im glad he cant see me now since it would only make him more cocky.

I lean back on the table and stretch out with a sigh.

I hope he'll back soon...