It's been six months since the young couple have started being celibate and it's absolutely killing them both. At this point, they're just messing with each other; teasing each other, trying to get the other to crack.

Morgan's got Haley close a few times but she ends up excusing herself to sit on the porch.

Haley came close to getting Morgan to break and he wanted to so fucking badly but he made himself go for a run. He doesn't run. He's only running to get his mind off things.

Tonight is an extraordinarily rough night.

It's Haley and Morgan's two year anniversary and the tension is so fucking thick you could cut it with a goddamn knife. They almost weren't going to celebrate because of how intense they're feeling but they figured they'd regret not celebrating.

"Where are you takin' me?" Haley asks as she pulls on a short, sexy, red dress, her blonde waves done in a cute ponytail.

"A place." Morgan responds from the main part of the hotel room, pacing as he looks out the window at the view they have of the mountains. "You almost ready? We have a reservation for six."

"Yeah, I'm comin'." She says, gliding a soft pink lipstick shade over her pretty lips before she steps out of the hotel bathroom.

"Oh my god," Morgan swallows hard. "You're gorgeous."

"You don't look too bad yourself." She smiles back, picking up her purse as she checks him out in a nice button up with nice blue jeans with black boots. "C'mon." She takes his hand and pulls him out the door.

Morgan stops to make sure the hotel door is closed then they head to his fixed-up shitbox and opens the passenger door for his fiancé. "What a gentleman." She flirts, looking him over with that look in her eyes.

Morgan clears his throat after his blue eyes rake up her long tan legs then stop at the hem of her dress.

His mind wonders to what panties she's wearing tonight.

Or if she's even wearing any at all.

His gaze trails up to her chest and it's obvious she's braless, the air conditioning from his truck makes her nipples harden and press against the fabric of her dress. He swallows hard and clears his throat.

As they head to downtown Nashville, Morgan's hand rests on her knee, his thumb brushing against her skin. Haley rests her hand on top of his, taking a deep breath in. He smirks, his hand sliding further up her leg, his finger slipping under the hem of her dress.

Haley looks out the window, biting her lip as his hand slips up a little further, the pads of his fingers brushing across her panties. She hums quietly, letting her legs fall slightly more open. Morgan pulls into a parking lot, parks his truck then looks over at his fiancé with a small smirk.

Haley suddenly grabs the sides of his face and kisses him hard, moving his hands to her hips as she leans into him. She lets out a moan, her fingers working on the buttons on his shirt then tugs on his belt buckle. He breathes out a sharp moan, pushing his jeans down along with his underwear before she pulls her panties to the side and sinks herself down on him until her hips are flush with his.

They let out loud, matching moans, their hands grabbing at anything they can hold onto, breathing hard as they fuck for the first time in months.

Haley breathes out a whimpering moan, tears in her eyes from how fucking good it feels to be this intimate again. She slides the thin straps of her tight red dress off her shoulders, letting Morgan grasp at her breasts, his hips bucking up against hers. He grunts softly, his jaw slack while he grabs the back of her head to pull her down for a hot, demanding kiss.

They ignore the looks they're getting from other people getting into their cars, the windows fogging up like a scene out of Titanic and the truck rocking back and forth slightly from their movements.

"Fuck- oh shit!" Haley moans against his neck, her fingers tangled in his now messy hair, screwing her eyes shut as she comes.

And she comes hard.

Haley groans as she collapses against her fiancé, sweating like hell while her legs tremble. She laughs softly as she watches Morgan pull his boxers up along with his jeans, lazily buckling his belt.

"Fuck." Morgan breathes, wiping his sweaty face off with his forearm. "That was hot as hell." He smirks, licking his lips while he snaps the buttons of his Wrangler button up.

Haley's still trying to catch her breath as she pulls her panties back into place, adjusting the straps of her dress back on her sweat-slicked shoulders before she reaches up to fix her ponytail. "So, uh..."

"Let's get some grub, baby." He winks, practically elbowing her out of the cab. Morgan grabs her hand and walks her to the door of the extremely fancy looking restaurant, that smirk of his cemented to his flushed face for the rest of their night out.

***

"So much for no sex til the weddin', huh?" Haley mumbles, picking at her nails while she sits in bed.

"You cracked."

"You cracked."

"No, I just simply put my hand on your knee. You're the one who took it farther." Morgan says from the bathroom, towel drying his hair. "It was all you."

"But you- you put your hand up my dress!"

"You're the one who couldn't help herself." He returns, sliding into bed next to her.

Her jaw drops when she realizes she broke first. "Well- we should wait-"

"It's too late now." He says, looking her figure over. She's sitting in a baggy tee and a pair of panties, her long legs crossed over each other. "We might as well just fuck to celebrate."

"Morgan," She gives him a look. "C'mon now."

"What? I'm just sayin', baby." He leans over to kiss her cheek but she pulls away. "Don't be like that, Hales." He teases, grabbing the side of her face to press sloppy kisses to her cheek.

She squeals, laughing loudly as she tries to pull away. "Stop!" She giggles, letting him pull her around on top of him. "Morgan!"

He smiles up at her, tucking some hair behind her ear. "Y'know, you're really beautiful."

"Oh, shut up."

***

"You cracked?" Caleigh asks as she sits on a couch, waiting for her best friend to show her the wedding dress she's trying on.

"It was his fault." She mumbles back. "He put his goddamn hand up my skirt."

"He got you to crack." She giggles. "Damn."

"Come show us, Haley Mae!" Louisa May says when she finally joins the two girls. "Sorry, traffic was real bad."

"Hey Momma." Haley calls from the dressing room. "Ready?"

"Come on!" Caleigh laughs.

Haley steps out of the dressing room in an elegant dress. It's off white with thin straps and it's tight around her curvy hips.

"Oh my god." Louisa May gasps, covering her mouth with her hand. "You're beautiful."

"Thank you, Momma." She smiles at her reflection. "You think he'll like it?"

"Honey, you could wear nothing but a paper sack down the aisle and he'll still drool over you." Louisa May chuckles.

"You got that right, Momma." Haley runs her hand through her hair.

"How do you feel in it, Haley?" Caleigh asks.

"Pretty." She sighs at the slight scar over her lip from when Preston backhanded her all those months ago. She couldn't leave the scab alone and it scarred over. "Mostly. Can I try something with sleeves?"

"Absolutely, baby." The girl helping them says, walking off to another place in the store.

Haley sits between the two women on the couch, bouncing her knee. "I'm gettin' married, oh my god."

"Did it just hit you?" Caleigh asks, Haley nods. "You're gonna look so beautiful."

"Morgan's not gonna be able to take his eyes offa you." Louisa May grins.

The girl comes back with a pretty dress. It's long sleeve, puffy and flowy, off white. She gets her in it then sends her out to the floor. "This is the one." Haley whispers. "This is it."

Louisa May and Caleigh can barely hold their tears back. "Perfect." She nods.

"It has to be taken in here and here." The girl says, pinching the fabric around her waist and chest. "I'll bag it on up and y'all can take it home unless you want it altered here."

"Oh no, Momma can do it." Louisa May smiles. "Like my prom dress."

She's ushered back into the dressing room then changes back into her clothes.

***

"You got a dress?" Morgan asks as he lays on the bed, his feet kicked up behind him. "Can I see it?"

"No." Haley answers from the bathroom.

"Why not?"

"It's bad enough we had sex before we got married, I'm not lettin' you see my dress." She flicks the light off before leaving the bathroom, kicking her pants off then she climbs under the sheets, cuddling up against her soon-to-be husband.

"What do you think about kids?" He asks quietly.

"Sure, one day." She shrugs back. "What about you?"

"It'd be fun, y'know, bein' parents." He answers, his arm around her as she rests her head on his chest. "Havin' little ones runnin' 'round."

Haley chuckles, closing her eyes. "That sounds nice."

"Yeah, it does." Morgan's heart swells at the thought of becoming a father with Haley as his wife and the mother of his future children. He smiles when he sees her asleep with her head on his chest, his fingers raking through her honey blonde hair, his- their future running through his mind.