Alyssa x Morpheus

Lemon Attack

x Uhm. Title inspired by DaHanci; go check her out. She's kind of pretty frackin' awesome. Fair warning, as well; I'm trying out this knew thing called l e m o n bam ;) Uh. Yeah. Just enjoy it okay?! enjoy the stinkin' feels. Y'all know you wanted this xD. Pfft. You're welcome. 

( seriously though I love all my readers oh my goodness thank you all ) 

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        Having locked Morpheus out and shut the window, there was no way he could get in. I even overturned the mirror. I kind of hoped he attempted to travel in his most favorite way; he'd get a nose full of floor, he would! 

        I stripped angrily in the confines of our bedroom; and that is no small feat, let me tell you. I continuously scratched myself and snagged my lovely dress until I was in nothing by my black underwear, but by Wonderland's heart and soul I was done. Beyond that. I had fallen off the top of the mountain of infuriation. Was that a word? This is fucking Wonderland, I'm making it a word. 

        I heard a muffled voice and a soft knock on the door. Ha, he was trying to be nice and apologetic about this. I wasn't going to let him, though. Well, I was. I just wasn't going to let him feel good about it. He felt bad, I was going to keep it that way. 

        But I had something up my sleeve I don't think he expected. There was only one real way to get frustration out of your system in Wonderland; here, everyone is impossibly close. In some way, shape, or form, we love each other. With Morpheus and I, however, it was beyond that. Something like waiting your whole life, plus a day and a terrifying cocoon. Something like fighting to save Wonderland, fighting for yourself. 

        So when I flung open the door to view his startled face, I put everything I had into getting my frustrations out.

        I snagged his lapels and dragged him forward; he stumbled with the suddenness of it all and ended up leaning heavily on me for support; I didn't mind. After I slammed the door shut, I slammed him against it, a thrill running up my spine as I did so. I was confident in myself, quite confident, but I wasn't usually, so aggressively, the lead.

        It was rather exciting.

        In his eyes, Morpheus revealed desire that hadn't completely registered with him yet; that would change soon enough. He made a move to kiss me, smoothly dismissing his apologies so to completely engulf in our...make up. But I held him back; physically. Hands on his shoulders, I stared as meaningfully as I could manage, straight into his eyes. 

        And then with a slight pout to my lips, I leaned close, very close, and breathlessly trailed my lips down his neck. 

        "Don't move," I murmured, a smile twisting my taunt into a command. Morpheus understood the concept of self-control, but I understood him. And he was as easy to unwind as a ball of yarn. 

        I slid my hands downwards as I knelt before him, moving the somewhat coarse fabric of his suit away to find the sensitive skin below his navel. I peered up at him to find his hands trying uselessly to find some sort of hold on the door behind him, his eyes tormented, mouth slightly parted.

        "Luv," came his husky voice, so deliciously husky, made sweeter by the blatant fact he couldn't find anything to say.

        I made a point to toss my mussed hair over my shoulder, "now's not the time to be shy, darling."

        Huh. That pet-name was new, but it fit. My voice had lowered, making me feel in control. Making him look naive. How wonderfully the tables had turned.