Fishy Kisses | [Male!Morgiana x Reader]

"Hey [Name], I have fishing equipment, let's go fishing." Morgan says, poking his head through the dog flap.
"I'm not going out in that heat." [Name] stubbornly says turning away from the door about to return to her previous spot on the floor, before tripping noticing the males hand around her ankle.
"Let's go fishing." He repeats dragging her closer to the door. She screams digging her claws nails into the rug before stopping. This wasn't some scary movie, she could probably kick his grip off. Proceeding to do so, it's already too late, her foot begins to come out the doggie door already feeling the suns heat and hissing.
"Fuck you, you fucking fuck." She growls before sighing in defeat. "We can go fishing, let me just get dressed." The grip on her ankle loosens, before tightening again.
"Let me inside, I don't trust that you'll come near the door again if you're not forced to." The door unlocks, and he completely releases his grip on her sliding into her home quickly. She walks briskly to her room slamming the door shut and locking it.
"Hah! You may have gotten into my home but you won't get into my room!" Fingers peeked from under her door then one of his eyes peeked under.
"If you're not out in 5 minutes, ready to go, then I'm breaking your door down and dragging you with me." She froze for a second then realized he probably actually could break her door down.  Changing clothes quickly, she opened her door and nearly tripped over him.
"Sometimes you're an asshole." A soft hum was heard before he lifted her up over his shoulder.
"Well ok, just touch all over me without a previous warning, that's totally a-ok." She grumbles sarcastically, letting the tension in her shoulders be released.
"[Name], we're only in high school." A bit of silence passed, before she began shaking with laughter.
"Get your mind out of the gutter."
"Key?" She passes him her house key, as he locks the door and pockets it.

The two sat in the shade their fishing poles long forgotten on a rock.  [Name] had fallen asleep on Morgan's lap and he took joy in this by watching her expression whenever he poked her somewhere.  So far whenever he poked her mouth, she'd mutter something then lightly chew on his finger before stopping and returning to her deep sleep.  He decided to take his chances and softly press his own lips against hers.  Arms wrapped around his neck applying more force to the kiss and she nibbled on his bottom lip. The fishing pole received a tug, ignored by the both of them as they continued their heated lip lock. Literally, it was still as hot as Satan's anus outside.