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Incurable {Michael Morbius}

*Morbius*

I couldn't stand it. Michael had been working on finding a cure for his condition for every night for the last month.

At first, I was willing to look to the side and let him continue working but it eventually wore me down. I missed my husband and needed him by my side.

I walked up behind him and hugged him from behind while running my hands down his chest.

"Michael," I said quietly into his ear. "I missed you."

"But you saw just earlier on today, love," he responded.

"That's not what I meant," I smirked then began kissing his neck.

"Not now, Y/N," he said, while trying to shake me off. "I'm trying to work."

"It seems like that's all you're doing these days," I scoffed, pulling myself away from him.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Michael asked.

He turned away from his desk, to look at me.

"You know exactly what that means, Michael. Every single night for the last month, you've been in your lab, working on a cure."

"I need this cure, Y/N," he told me. "But then again, I can't really expect you to understand."

"Excuse me?" I questioned.

"Look at me. I'm a monster!" he yelled. "A hideous, disfigured monster. I have unnatural urges and unnatural abilities. I am disgusting."

"Stop it!" I scolded. "I won't allow you to speak about yourself in such a way. I love you, Michael. Regardless of how you look or are."

"How?" he asked.

"I can't explain it," I shrugged. "But I can just feel it. You're the love of my life. Now please just come to bed."

"Fine," he sighed. "But only for tonight."

"Tonight is all I need."