Alyssa x Morpheus

The Tendencies of Rain {Part Three}

        "I should hope not," Alyssa breathed, relishing in the sensation of his lips against her skin. 

        Hardly an inch of skin. Far too little skin. Suddenly, Alyssa was feeling extremely restricted in the jeans, and hoodie particularly; it hit her when she didn't expect it, and her mind instantly drew the connection to a straight jacket.

        "Get them off," she whispered, her voice shaking a bit. Morpheus chuckled softly, slipping his hands downwards, slowly, before Alyssa's voice rose in panic.

        "Get them off! Morpheus, I need them off." 

        Her voice was shaking, and she'd started tugging at the fabric with her hands, feeling the attack build up with in her. She needed to get out, she needed to stretch, she needed his help, his help immedietely.

        It did not take Morpheus long to understand.

        Pulling away from her so that he was in a position with his legs on either side, he grabbed Alyssa's arms and pulled her forward. In a quick motion, his right hand was underneath the sweatshirt, holding her wings to her back while his left hand dragged the thick material over her head. Discarding it with a soft growl of disdain, he began working at her jeans. 

        He managed to pull them off her legs easy enough, but the struggle Alyssa was facing was far from over, and it pained him to see it in her face; she was clutching at the mattress, her eyes scrunched closed, her teeth digging into her bottom lip. 

        "Easy, Luv," Morpheus soothed, lifting her up off the bed so that he could sit back down with his back against the headboard, Alyssa cradled in his arms. After taking a few shaky breaths, she squirmed away from him and stretched her wings out with a soft woosh of air, spreading her legs and stretching her body forward. Taking up as much space as possible, proving to her thoughts that she wasn't trapped. She was free.

        She was free.

        Morpheus, in the mean time, was watching carefully. 

        "Plum?" 

        "I'm okay."

        Alyssa's voice was timid and small; she rolled to her side and pulled her knees to her chest, trying to calm her unsteady, gasping breaths. But it wasn't working. Why wasn't it working?

        Morpheus said nothing. In place of words, he stretched out beside Alyssa, draping one wing over her as he closed his eyes. A moment and some rustling later, he felt her warmth as she pressed her forehead to his chest, fingertips trailing comforting patterns against his skin. 

        "I thought it would be easy," she murmured unsteadily, and he could feel her lips moving, ever close.

        "It takes time, little blossom," he hummed softly, holding her to him for several long moments before planting a kiss on her forehead. "It makes it all the more worth it in the end."