We’ll Always Have Paris
MORPHEUS: Charles Ponzi was normally a front seater for Mata Hari's shows. Right in the front, able to get the best view of them all whenever she had a private showing for just him. Today though, he wasn't in the front or even sitting down with the rest of the crowd. Charles was leaning against a pillar in the far back, his hat carefully shielding his face as the crowd roared into applause for the woman of the hour. They all called her stage name. Some, who were feeling bold were calling her mortal name. But Morpheus knew that none of them knew her actual name. He followed along with the rest of the audience as Peitho finished her performance and took a graceful bow. His clap was slower than the rest, but it still held admiration for his goddess. He slid away from the crowd, and dodged the security in the back so he could wait for her in her dressing room. Tapping a few roses to his lips he waited for the door to be open so he could give her a proper congratulations for another successful show.
PEITHO: Being a gorgeous woman was an advantage in late 1800. Being an exotic dancer with the power to seduce anyone was a symbol of power. But being a goddess was unique, and Peitho had the three in that life. She couldn't deny the start was hard, but after she understood the only way to survive was reinvent herself. Mata Hari appeared as the idea conquer the world, to persuade any person in her way she deserved the best. She did it, she did it learning in Java all what she needed and finally, being in Paris, relating with the right people, in the right place.
She stood on the scenario, the center of her cult, and she took the view of the first row. She had an admirer what was always there. But not that night. Charles Ponzi was a recognized costumer in the place and everybody respected him. But she knew more about him than anyone. She did the dance, concentrated in please the public. But for some reason, even when she couldn't see him, he was there. She danced in her mind only for his eyes.
Receiving the clap, Mata Hari was an artist and always had contact with the public for a while, she had to do it, she needed to cultivate the relationships. But she knew she had to return to the dressing room. She could do it and just closed the door. Everybody in the bar knew if Mata Hari had the door closed, the best was leave her alone. Only one person could enter. She went and opened the door, seeing him, his god. She only smiled and bit her lip with the vision.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus tipped his hat, and with a bit of skill flipped it off his head until he pressed it against his chest. He extended the flowers to Peitho with a bit of a casual flourish to it all. "Another show, another standing ovation for the great Mata Hari." His eyes held a constant devious glint to them that was masked whenever they were dealing with their business of conning. Though it might've been a business for him it was also a fun little game he could always count on Peitho playing along with him. "I think there were even more people than before trying to get a seat to see you a dance outside. A whole line's worth. Quite the spectacle, love." Morpheus pushed himself off the wall and strolled up to Peitho getting a better gander at the jewelry clothing her instead of actual fabric. "Is that a new outfit?"
PEITHO: Morpheus had some seductive side on this life. They had a long story since centuries ago, and every life she could have with him was a gift. They were different, they lived according to times, but also, they were the same, with the same passion and burning love they felt for each other since the first time. She took the flowers. "Thank you, I do my best." She told with a fake innocence, she was aware the power she had in her body and with every movement she could do. "That Charles, is money. Chairs are money, and I need it, we need it." Also, for some reason in this life they loved money, maybe because in their past they loved power, what in the moment is the same. She took the flowers and walked inside the room. "Yes, you have a good eye. I believed you would like it, gold in my body... is a vision what I can offer to you." She said with a sparkle of spicy in her words, that is something she reserved for Morpheus.
MORPHEUS: "You do more than your best." Morpheus plucked one of the flowers from her grip. The thorns were already take off, making it easier to break the long stem into something a little bit more manageable. He was good with his fingers, starting off his life with slipping his fingers into other people's coats to grab their wallets. An early start to a life that he wanted--money and wealth and everything that came with it. "Everyone needs money, Margreet. But we need it a little bit more than them. And I'm sure you'll be getting a large amount after this show." Someone once said that money wasn't everything. That poor soul who uttered those words must've been poor and unsuccessful in their life, because he knew that money meant every door and opportunity was open for you. It was why he and Peitho got along so well. They enjoyed money and power that tied along. "You always do know exactly what I like." He moved in front of her taking the shorten flower and tucking it behind her ear. "You look stunning with or without the jewelry, Peitho." His hand trailed down her neck, before dropping to his side. "Do you have anything planned after this?"
PEITHO: Peitho leaned on the boudoir she had in the dressing room. She only wanted to see Morpheus, see him moving. He was charming, for that reason he had success in everything he does. "I am agree with you. We need more because we are not common, and we will never be." She adored the differences they had in that life with the rest of the world. Everybody was so gray compared with them. She smiled when he was close to her. The flower in her ear. She remembered a flamenco ballerina she saw once. Maybe she could give to Morpheus a private spanish show. "You know exactly what to say to me, Morpheus." She knew was little dangerous use they real names, but what was life without danger? "Be with you. Until the end of the world. You know I will follow you where you want to go." Mata Hari was a selfish woman in that life, she listened all what the other dancers said, and yes, she was interested only in herself. And Morpheus. The only man who she will follow was him. Always. Forever.
MORPHEUS: "And we'll probably never have enough." Greed was a vice, a sin in many eyes, but what was life without a bit of sinning involved in it. Morpheus remembered all the dreams he swept through during his time as a god. Everyone's dreams whether pure or evil had a bit of selfishness involved in them. They wanted something at the expense of another. Altruism was a phony concept because human or God, everyone had a desire they wanted fulfilled. Morpheus frowned, shaking his head at her words that meant a great deal, but they needed to be altered just slightly. "I don't need you to follow me. We wouldn't be together if you were a follower." He plucked one of the petals off the flower, rubbing it between his fingers before letting it fall to the floor."I want you to walk beside me, not follow. We're partners in crime and love aren't we?" He pressed a kiss on her jawline before stepping back and sitting down in an empty chair. "You did such a great job that you can decide where we eat today."
PEITHO: They were sharing everything, including the vices. They were god, and also the kind of gods what didn't care the sins. Of course they shared greed, but she had to recognize he was the most ambitious, and her principal sin was sensuality. Peitho helped to Morpheus to be satisfied in his greed, and he feeded the hunger she had in her body all the time. In the end is a good combination. "Let's try our limits." She said teasing him. "Oh Charles, you never are satisfied, not even with my words." Peitho was more playful in that life. Even when Peitho wasn't a writer in that life, she loved the play of words. She wanted to kiss him but he escaped from her hands when he sat. "Eat... In a place where I can find champagne." She had a good taste. "We are in Paris, the best cuisine is here. Five stars? Or do you want something private?" She knew what she was wearing was revealing but she put a leg in the chair of the boudoir, exposing her legs and giving him a good view.
MORPHEUS: "That's sounds a bit dangerous Miss Margreet." Morpheus chuckled, flipping his hat back onto the mop of head and ensuring that it would stay there the rest of the night without falling. "Which means we should absolutely try to test how far we can make it." The banter between them reminding Morpheus about their times on the Ranger. The salty sea breeze and the rough waves that allowed them to raid every boat that landed on their sights. They took as much as they could before the end. "It's a curse that plagues me every second of my life. Luckily I have you to help keep this curse at bay." They had their choice of restaurants in the city, but what mattered now was whether he wanted to sit with Peitho amongst the public elite or in their own cozy private corner. The slick exposure of her leg, teasing Morpheus as his eyes were drawn to the exquisite view he had. Peitho was the Queen of Teasing. "They both sound lovely to me, but I can't help but say private. I wonder why."
PEITHO: They didn't care if was dangerous. What she cared is be on his side. Peitho illuminated seeing him with the hat. Morpheus even when changed his body, was the same, the same gestures, the same god she loves. "I knew you want it. We are on the same side. The winner side." Yes, they had few businness what were not like they expected, but only a few, in the end they are a powerful couple. "You are right, you are lucky to have me." She continued teasing him, with everything she had. She finally took off her shoes and the socks, leaving exposed her soft skin. "I have no idea about what you are talking." She walked where he was in the chair and sat in his lap. "Do you want to wait outside while I change my clothes, or you want to enjoy the view?"
MORPHEUS: He stretched his legs out as he sat across from Peitho, listening to the seductive tone of her voice--honey, smooth and deliciously sweet. "You know me too well, my dear." Morpheus didn't seek out his family with the exception of his mother and brothers due to their lack of reappearing in any lifetime. But his entwined history with Peitho, neither of them sought the other one actively. It simply happened. Their paths would cross naturally leading them to become a power couple wherever they landed. They succeeded in the Scandinavian countries up north, they ravaged the Caribbean on ships with swords against the waist and now Paris had become their home to con the wealthy men and women of their money. "A true fact that I repeat to myself everyday." His eyes flickered over to Peitho as she began shedding the little bits of clothes hiding her skin. As she strutted her way to his lap, Morpheus took a hold of her wrist for the moment, before sliding off a few of the bracelets and placing them on the dresser. "Margreet, are you honestly asking that question or you just trying to tease me more?" He asked with a sly smirk resting on his lips while his hand laid on her thigh.
PEITHO: They knew well each other. She crossed paths with different gods, but never family. Yes, others were there but they were nothing compared with Morpheus. He was the only constant in her lives, and she wanted to maintain in that way, because they shared some complicity what she couldn't have with a god, or a human. They had such a past, where they were successful and had everything. She couldn't deny the past life was hard but the first one... They ruled an empire. She let Morpheus manage her body as usual, she felt so comfortable to his side. "Both?” She answered without hide her happiness. "You know I don't have problem to let you see me naked, but... What I am afraid is we will never let this dressing room if I take off my clothes." She passed her hands for his face, softly, seductively. After she approached to his ear: "It's your choice." And finally she kissed his check. They were only in the beginning of the night and she was there desiring him so badly.
MORPHEUS: "Well..." Morpheus let out a hearty laugh knowing that Peitho's reasoning was beyond correct. If they stayed any longer in the dressing room more Han necessary then they would be stuck there the rest of the night with all their clothes on the floor. "It would be half of a shame if we spent the night here in the dressing room." His eyes trailed her graceful movements as they graze the side of his face until Morpheus felt Peitho's warmth breath tickling his ear and neck. What a hard choice to make. Morpheus hands grabbed her wrists to slide the rest of the bracelets off before his lips traced a trail up to her neck. He nipped at her skin lightly before pulling away and moving Peitho off his lap. Standing up from the chair, he smoothed out his suit before tipping his hat as a goodbye. "I'll see you outside." He smirked knowing that he could tease her back just as well as she did to him.
PEITHO: "Indeed." She whispered to his words. Peitho liked to to tease but she was finding herself weak close to Morpheus. They will finish sleeping together, as all the times they see, but not so early. She felt his hands so soft for her skin and she thought he also was a master of seduction: he had her on fire. She had to avoid to moan because she didn't want to give him a victory, not yet. But suddenly he stood. She smiled. "Good choice Charles. Also we have a business to do." She was talking seriously, she had information he could need. When Morpheus let the dressing room she took a deep breathe trying to calm her desires. Soon. She searched her clothes and began to dress. The dresses in that time were a little complicated and she needed time. When finally she could leave the dressing room few people of the crew said goodbye to Mata Hari. They knew if Charles Ponzi was close, she won't stay the night. She finally let the bar and saw him outside. "How I look?" She asked while she approached to him and took his arm. Then she realized they did everything except the most important. "Come here..." She took his face: was dark, nobody can see them. Peitho finally put her lips on his.
MORPHEUS: Her words brought them back to a task at hand. They did have a business to keep running and information was something that needed to move fast. It could valuable one moment and then useless a second later. "Very well. Be quick getting dressed then." He walked out of the dressing room, hearing the soft click of the door closing behind him as he went down the hallway past the staff. They all knew him well enough--the man lucky enough to know Mata Hari on a personal level. Morpheus kept himself a popular gentleman with all the folks who came around to watch Peitho dance. Suckers the most of them. But he never let them know as he dazzled them all with a charming smile and breezy jokes that left them buzzy with happiness. Outside of the bar, he took out a carton of smokes and brought a cigarette to his lips. A few pats of his jacket and pockets left him without a lighter as Peitho walked over to his side. "Still gorgeous," he said, plucking the unlit cig out from his lips as he was dragged over to her to gain a kiss. The streets were practically empty with a few individuals talking amongst themselves. Morpheus grabbed a hold of Peitho's waist, pulling her close they stood near the brick walls of the bar. "Night is still young. We've got the time to do all of this later."
PEITHO: Peitho laughed listening him: business first, right? She was interested on the same, because she loved what they do, almost like dance. All the way she was thinking in exactly what they would do with the next project. She chuckled, that person was also a victim. When she was close to him, she loved listening his flatterings. He was a gentleman, since they knew each other. The kiss mixed with the cigarette was intoxicating. Maybe other women would hate it, but she found it exciting. She chuckled while she pressed her body close to him. "You are right... and I don't have to work tomorrow, so, we can spend all day in bed. Making plans. Drinking wine..." She was using her imagination as usual. The good thing to be together all the time.
MORPHEUS: "I don't have any meetings plan tomorrow so I guess we can have a tiny vacation." He kept a firm grasp of her waist as he led them away from the bar to one of their favorite restaurants. French cuisine was spectacular--though Morpheus had a soft spot for the Italian he grew up with in this lifetime. Their footsteps created the only noise in the dim Parisian streets--the heels of their shoes clicking against the cobblestone as Morpheus pressed another kiss to her cheek, and another on her neck and one more to her lips. The bold public display of affection was normal to them both as it felt like the world was just the two of them. He spotted a faint ember just ahead of them and called out to the stranger to use their lighter. The flicker of fire lit his cigarette and with a warm thanks they set off again to their destination as he left behind a smoke trail. "I've got an idea for this money scheme. Make people think they're getting twice the money they put in, but it's a work in progress," he said passing the cigarette over to Peitho.
PEITHO: "Vacation... you know me so well." Peitho knew they were living as not other people could do it. But what was have money if you don't use it in pleasures of life? Also, she knew the best ideas they had for their business happened in bed, so, they needed to spend time on it. She loved how Morpheus couldn't have his hands away from her. Of course, she felt the same. She corresponded the kiss with the same passion. When he finished to offer the light, she listened his idea as the best confidence he could do. "That can work... and maybe we can try it with the next person." She said taking his hand and passing her fingers between his. "You need money to begin, right? I have one idea. One of my admirers, he had a lot what we need, I am thinking in conquer him... Maybe some damisel in distress. He gives me the money, you do the rest." Peitho had no problem to cheat people, her loyalty had only a side, the side of the man she was holding the hand.
MORPHEUS: "Mhm, yes. We will need a Guinea pig to test out this little scheme. I'm not sure we should do it in Paris though." He felt her hand thread with his as they strolled down the streets at a leisurely pace. "If it's successful then we will take Paris for all they have." He laughed knowing they were on the same page as she mentioned the requirement for such a con to take place, but his laughter grew at the idea of Peitho being a damsel in distress. "These admirers are dim witted if they can't see how obvious it is that you my dear are no damsel." He took the cigarette again, breathing in a long drawl as the smoke covered them as he blew out. "But they work perfectly for this plan." Reaching their destination, a small restaurant that didn't have the glitzy lights like the upscale ones but whose food was better than most of the ritzy places and had the privacy they loved. "After you, love." He said holding the door open for Peitho.
PEITHO: Peitho didn't think about what could do make her plan in Paris, and Morpheus was right. But she had her resources there, including this man who she chose as her victim. "Let me tell you the plan, and if you still believe is the best not do it here, we can search other person... Maybe in Vienna. I know people there, but I can be discrete there." She laughed with irony. Only Morpheus knew that kind of laugh, because she was mocking about the people. They were so innocent. "You know me. They believe they know Mata Hari, and they don't even know her. You know me." She said the last phrase with some sweetness in her voice. She walked inside the place. The restaurant was discrete and good, one of the places they visited with frequency, what made they attended the couple with the best, but leaving all the time alone. Peitho again approached to Morpheus and passed her arm for his waist, and after whispered. "For that reason I need you, you are part of the plan."
MORPHEUS: "I do want to hear your idea. I've never doubted you before but a little caution from us can keep us going for a long time." Morpheus listened to Peitho's ideas because they were downright brilliant. She was able to keep up with the con and adapt no matter what was thrown at them. The two were slick and charming, affable to the point that people merely wanted to be in their vicinity as if their charisma would spread. "They don't even know Margreet, but I certainly do." He stepped into the restaurant after her, giving a friendly wave to the waitstaff that knew them so well. Their table was off in a private area that allowed them to speak without any concern of stray ears picking up their conversation. Before Morpheus could take a seat he felt the slender arm of Peitho's slink around him as she whispered her need for him in her plan. "You don't even need to ask. Tell me what you need from me."
PEITHO: "You see what I can't. And vice versa. That is our advantage, nobody has what we have." Peitho was not used to give explanations to anybody, except when she was doing something with Morpheus. They had success more times than humans could count, everything because they listened to each other. She was bold, and he was always good to see the danger. She was resourceful and he liked her ideas. And also, she loved be trated like a queen for a true gentleman. She sat and expected he were in front of her, offering her hand. "I need a fight. We need to fight." She smiled leaving in suspense her words as she raised her hand asking the menu. "Paris knew we are seeing each other, right? And what would love an admirer, rescue me from an hurtful relationship. What we need is fight, fight in front of our investor. Then, I will go to dry my tears with him, feeling heartbroken. After, he will do whatever what I ask."
MORPHEUS: Morpheus helped her into her seat, before taking his spot across from her. The extended hand offered to him allowed him to grasp Peitho's hands in his, letting his thumb massage her skin as he listened to the plan she had in mind. "A fight. Now that's truly the damsel's perfect situation," he muttered thinking it over. If the so called admirer saw Charles and Margreet fighting and ending their relationship--a heated fight that would make even the biggest skeptic believe then they would have the money needed to start his investing scheme. It was a clever idea that didn't need anything, but the two of them to be at their best when it came to the acting. "We fight and of course your admirer will try to step in like the gentleman he is and then you'll have him in your grasp. But he's too close to you, Margreet. We take his money and he knows exactly where to find us. Is there someone with a little more distance, a bit more naivety and cowardice?"
PEITHO: Peitho smiled feeling the touch in her skin. The physical contact was so important to the goddess of persuasion and sensuality, since the beginning of times. But be touched for the person she loves was like heaven, even when was only a caress in a table. "Too close... Too close for what? Of course I'd have to see him couple times, but after, I can go on tour. And we can find each other... On Vienna? Or better United States?" With money they can fix a travel where they wanted to be. The waiter arrived and smiled to Peitho. "Miss Zelle, I am your fan, is a pleasure to attend you." She chuckled seeing the effect she had on men. "Champagne, please." She said cheerful. When he was away he returned to Morpheus "We can return to our loved Paris after, maybe our investor can take a trip." Usually, Peitho was not affectionate to the idea to kill humans, but they needed the money and she won't miss him, nobody will because that pig was an abussive with the other dancers. That was the reason because Peitho chose him.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus played with her fingers as they spoke formulating a plan that the two of them could agree upon. "We would have to be apart for a few weeks it would seem before meeting wherever you'd like to be vacationing in." Traveling to The United States intrigued Morpheus. It was a country he had yet to tap into for a con game and one where the economy was simply booming despite still being a youngling to the rest of the European countries. "Vienna, New York, Barcelona. It wouldn't matter so long as I can find you again." Morpheus laughed seeing how crazy in love the man was with Peitho. He was surprised the waiter didn't ask for her autograph immediately. Being charming was part of their personas, but it didn't mean that Morpheus enjoyed watching men pant after Peitho like the dogs they were. "I don't mind making him take a little trip up the river. One less human to deal with in this lifetime once we take his money." Humans were unfortunate that they couldn't reincarnate like they could, but then again they only deserved one life.
PEITHO: She was feeling the thickles on her skin and she enjoyed all what he was doing. "Vacation... again that lovely word." Peitho loved work, dance or make a fraud, she loved to be on action. But the idea to have a quiet time with Morpheus was attractive. "Barcelona! Me encantaría practicar mi español..." She said she would love to practice her spanish. Peitho loved words, any kind of words, and she tried to learn all the languages she could. Also, Barcelona was lovely, Gaudi, tapas, sangria, dancing flamenco, make love in the beach. Peitho was excited. She could see something... was Morpheus jealous? She only saw him, trying to guess what he had in mind about her. She was his, and only his partner. "So... we have a plan Charles? Because... the fight needs to be convincing, almost real. Are you in disposal?" That was the only point she really worried.
MORPHEUS: "Isn't it." Morpheus was always impressed with Peitho's constant knowledge of languages. She could entrap the room with a few sentences and they would be eating out of the palm of her hand. "Would you like to go to Barcelona. Is that the city you would like to spend some time." He kept a firm gaze on the waiter as he came back to get their orders. "You know that phrase if looks could kill, boy? You might just make Ms. Zelle here die from one look." The words were harsh, but Morpheus laced them with a bit of tease and chuckle, smiling at the young man who was blushing at this point. "Can we get some wine and I'll think I'll have the chef's meal of the night. He knows what I like." He waited for Peitho to put her order down and the waiter to leave the area before speaking. "We indeed have a plan. I can make it convincing that it will garner awards of all kinds. When would you like to do it?"
PEITHO: "Well, every place is a paradise if I am with you." Of course Barcelona more exotic than Vienna, but what she told was true, she would be happy if only could be with Morpheus. She took her distance on the scene, poor guy, she knew he had good intentions, but see Morpheus in that position was stimulating, thay had such a passion for each other. And she loved he claimed her as his own, because she will do the same. Peitho saw the poor waiter. "Tell to the chef he can surprise me. Only don't forget the champagne." She smiled him, dedicating a compassive smile, that guy deserved at least a story he could tell to his friends. Peitho returned with Morpheus. "Next week, but we need to prepare all. Maybe we can have a little fight in my dressing room, so, the girls can listen it and tell the gossip." She thought on everything. Then, she whispered: "For every fight, think you will have me the next hour in yoir bed."
MORPHEUS: Morpheus grinned, lacing their hands together as he agreed that as long as they could do what they want it didn't matter the country they were living in. He was far from teasing the boy as his words and tone were laced with light threats, but the charismatic smile said otherwise. The waiter looked baffled and let out a nervous chuckle before nodding and scurrying off to tell the chef their order and bring back some wine and champagne. He turned his focus back on Peitho as they went over the details. "That is smart so it will look like the bigger fight is the nail in the coffin for our relationship." Morpheus smirked letting his free hand cup her cheek. "It's a nice thought but I'd rather you be in my bed for the next few days--not hours."
PEITHO: They knew well each other to know when they were teasing and when they were talking seriously. The waiter had a scare from hell, but Peitho knew Morpheus was playing. Playing. She loved when he wanted to play, when he was follow her game. "The girls can't be quiet, less with something what I know they would want to hear." Peitho was counting with everything. She maintained her hand on his and with the other took her glas of champagne. "Tonight. Tomorrow. All these days before the fight... We will make love, because after we won't can." She sighed. "Is the only thing what I really hate about this, be appart from you. But we will convert Barcelona in our dream. You are good for that..." She smiled mischeviously and took a sip from the glass. He was still the god of dreams, Morpheus could convert anything in what he wanted. What they wanted.
MORPHEUS: When the waiter came back with their drinks he extended his hand for the young man to take. "Don't worry, you did nothing wrong." He assured him as he walked away without the slight frazzle from before. Even though he was affable and friendly with strangers, there was a certain point when he didn't want the eyes of men and women on Peitho Possessive he could be, but they were a team and he valued their partnership both in business and love. "Yes though it will be a little bit of time apart, I will find you in the city." He did not want to discuss how much time they'd have to spend apart to get the money instead Morpheus strayed the conversation to other points. "Tell me about this admirer. How much of his money can we take away from him?"
PEITHO: Peitho saw all the scene with the waiter, and also, she could see how the young man rested listening Morpheus words. "You are so cute..." She laughed: "I believe this is the first time I use that word for you." Still, she loved how he was trying to protect her. And she felt protected, cared, loved. She again put her lips on the glass. She liked to talk about business but with the mention about make love, her desire woke up and was hard not imagine in his arms. But okay, they needed to finish the plan. "Ten grand." She said firmly. "Is a little fortune, maybe I can't have it at once, but we will have it, for sure." She was ambitious and she wanted to begin the business they had planned long time ago.
MORPHEUS: "Cute?" Morpheus laughed hearing the word being attributed to him. He wasn't sure if he liked being called cute when dashing and handsome were the ones mostly attached to him. Then again he didn't mind if it was Peitho the one calling him cute--especially when she did with a smile. "Let's use that word sparingly." His head bobbed side to side as he contemplated the fortune they were going to seize. "We've stolen less and made a fortune out of it. Ten grand will work and so will 5 grand." There was nothing he loved than that look of fierce determination in her eyes. That admirer was going to lose it all--his money, his respect, everything. Morpheus leaned over the table, taking the chance to kiss Peitho after she placed her drink down. "We will take it all."
PEITHO: "I have other words for you, but not to tell in a public place. Maybe I will whisper them later." She knew the word she used was unusual but was the first what appeared to her lips. Morpheus was everything for Peitho, more when she had no contact with her divine family. "I want it all." She whispered before to put her lips on his, being delicate at the beginning but she began to unleash all her passion while she passed her hand for his face.
MORPHEUS: "Alright..." Morpheus chuckled at the crypticness of Peitho's sentence. He was sure the words would be ones he'd love to hear whispered to him in private. Most of his body was out of his seat, as Morpheus continued to kiss his lover under the dim light above them. He forgot they were even in the restaurant, waiting on their meal until a soft cough interrupted their public display of affection. With a bit of reluctance, he pulled away from Peitho's soft lips, sitting back down as the waiter held out their plates. "Impeccable timing, I swear." He muttered under his breath.
PEITHO: Morpheus was a challenge to the writer what was in Peitho. She always felt she never had the proper words for decribe him, describe what he made her feel. In every single life they crossed, the sentiment was there and she was without words. But her body expressed better what she felt. It was not only physical, even when her lips told it. She sighed and regret they didn't have a first round in her dressing room. Later. She took her glass and drank until the last drop, asking other. After she saw the plate: pork, the chef knew her so well. "So... what exactly you want to so with the money? How will be the real investment?" She loved to listen Morpheus' plans: he had the best mind she could know.
MORPHEUS: Their glasses continued to be filled when they finished their drinks, but despite that Morpheus' mind was still clear and able to focus on their growing plan. As the night went on the god was starting to put his attention on better things. He watched as Peitho licked the droplets of champagne on her lips and how even the way she ate was somehow seductive. It was cruel the way she didn't have to put effort into getting his attention. "Hm?" Morpheus was brought back into the conversation as he picked up his spoon and took a bite into his cassoulet. The chef knew him so well as the stew was exactly what his stomach was calling for. "First we get some saps believing in investing some fake company. We use the money as their return for their investment but after that when we attract more people we can simply disappear or keep it going until we vanish."
PEITHO: Peitho never avoided to be seductive. It was part of her nature, the reminiscence to be the goddess of persuasion. But she was not all the time showing that part of herself. She learned to use different mask with different people, but when she was with Morpheus, she only could herself, even in simply things like lick her lips. Why? Because he deserved. He caught her eye since they met, and she only wanted to be on his side. She chuckled seeing he was distracted. "We will finish to talk about the business, soon." Again, she focused in what he was telling, analyzing everything. "Saps... What about use gossips? Make the people tell to others about the investment. Not us, others. They will beg us for receive their money..." The good thing about be a writer is she had a great imagination.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus considered the change in his plan to be a smart move. A true rule of the con game was to make the target come to you. "So instead we get the gossips to do the heavy lifting? We would have to give them a small fee for their services." They weren't the best con artists in the game just by their talent. When Morpheus and Peitho talked out and put down every possible idea in their head it allowed them to see their goal. "Let's talk more about this tomorrow." Morpheus was all about business, but he simply wanted to be around Peitho at the moment. He clasped their hands together again and pressed a soft kiss on her hand. "We've only got so much time together now that we're on a deadline."
PEITHO: Peitho was really bold. "Maybe not. Is only start the gossip, people believe a lie after a long time, and finally converts in a truth." She knew she could use her influences and put in movement her idea. She was still thinking how improve all what she had on her mind when she listened his phrase. Tomorrow. "What do you have in mind then Charles?" She knew exactly what he had in mind, because she had the same in her head, roaming for her entire body, but she wanted to listen it from his lips. She took her fork with the other hand and ate a piece of pork, delicious, the night was perfect. "We can delay our little plan... Not so much, but we can do it." She was ambitious but the lust was her sin, and with a god like Morpheus, she was pleased to surrender to the sin.
MORPHEUS: "And with our talents and your fame it'll be easy to make true believers. Let's do it." His eyes flickered up to meet hers, raising a brow as if he was shocked that Peitho didn't know what he was implicitly stated. Their little games were always a delight and he knew that Peitho wanted to hear the words come from his mouth. "At this moment you're the only one on my mind." He took a large sip of his wine, finishing it off as he had enough for tonight. Morpheus leaned back into his seat, twirling the spoon in his hand. While he wished they could delay their plan, he didn't want to push it back simply out of his desire to be with Peitho. "No, might as well rip the bandage off. If we delay it then were delaying our departure and seeing each other again."
PEITHO: "Your many talents..." Morpheus was giving to Peitho more credit than she thought she deserved. She knes she was resourceful, not only a dancer. But she admired his mind, he was absolutelly intelligent and clever. She could have the boldest plans, but he was the only who was capable to execute them. She was finishing her pork when the glass appeared in the table. "I want to take advantage on that..." He was using the proper words, but also, Peitho wanted to express her possition: he had such an influence on her, she enjoyed every single of his insinuations. "Fine. Soon then." She took a sip of her glass. "But not tonight."
MORPHEUS: They had set the clock, flipped the hourglass so that the sands of time began draining away at the seconds, minutes and hours until their plan went into action. It was also a countdown of their separation. Morpheus was fully confident in all their plans, but he always had a smidgen of doubt that something could go wrong. He let that doubt drown in the back of his mind as he listened to Peitho's sultry voice and bring him back to the present. "Believe me, you will." They were on the same page as a smirk appeared on his face. He handed over his plate and glass to the waiter, waiting on Peitho to be done with her meal before they went on their way. "Tonight is our night. No one else's."
PEITHO: She was good, but not infallible. She knew everything they could do had a risk, but that wouldn't never stop her. Peitho not only wanted the money, because they needed, she wanted to prove all the time they were a team, they couldn't survive apart. She thought in her past lives: yes, she had emotion, and she found some kind of love, but not real love, true love, what she had for Morpheus. She finished her plate and was still drinking. "You sounds as a dangerous man." She knew they had some complicity where they teased, they took advantage from them, what in the end was be better and stronger. She finished the wine. "And what are your plans in this our night?" She knew what she wanted but she had no idea how. Peitho was good making plans, but she wanted to let her go, let Morpheus conquer he, even when he had her heart.
MORPHEUS: "I can't tell when I'm a gentleman or dangerous." He picked up her plate, a devilish smile creeping on his face as the waiter came back. The waiter met his eyes and even he could see the shiver that went down his spine before taking the plate away. Turning back to Peitho he gave her that classic wink before asking: "Which side do you like better?" When she asked him what the plans were this night, Morpheus merely pulled out his wallet placing a few bills including a hefty tip for the waiter. He deserved it after having been played with like a yoyo by him. Morpheus slipped out of his chair taking the now empty glass away from Peitho and putting it down on the table so his hand could grasp hers and lead them out of the bar. "Let's go home."
PEITHO: Peitho didn't took her eyes on Morpheus. He was using the exact words in the proper moment. She couldn't even notice what was happening with the waiter, when she was with Morpheus in that kind of situation, she only had eyes for him, her attention was undivided. "Both." She answered and after licked her lips. "I like you, completely. As a gentleman, as a dangerous man." She moved slowly her leg until touch his. "As I said, I want it all." Morpheus had her undivided attention, so, she wanted the same and more. Peitho couldn't deny she was possesive with him, but the reason was she never wanted a life without him. They were made to be together, no matter where or what. She giggled seeing the tip, poor guy, he had to handle a lot. Then she took the bill and a pen and signed it, leaving to him an autograph. After, she saw Morpheus close to her. She took his hand and stand, being close to him. While they were walking outside the restaurant, she thought she never would change her life with him. Never.
MORPHEUS: Their hands were locked tight, threaded perfectly as they ambled their way back to the apartment. He was sure that Barcelona would be a wonderful place to have a little vacation as Morpheus recalled two weeks spent there pretending to be a bigwig and hustling a few vendors' money. It was a time spent before he found Peitho in Paris. He was fond of Paris not just because of the cuisine, the relaxing atmosphere and flush of money, but the fact that the two naturally found the other without any active searching. He stopped in his tracks, and tugged on Peitho's arm--pulling her close to his chest and giving her a long kiss in the middle of the night. Sure, he could've waited until they were back in the apartment that was a block away but he didn't want to wait. He simply wanted to feel her soft lips again and again. The god was selfish for her.
PEITHO: Paris was magical. They traveled for a lot of cities, and she lived in lot of places, but Paris was the place where she always wanted to be with Morpheus, when she was the Queen of France she wanted Morpheus close and she imagined how was live there. Now they were living the dream. She was walking when she felt when he stopped suddenly. She couldn't resist to the public display of affection. She loved his attention, she craved feel him so close to her skin. She kissed him, long and softly, with every fiber of her body, without care they were on the street. She wanted everybody feel envy for them, because nobody could have such love, lust and desire. And be successful. They wanted all because they could have all. She didn't want to break the kiss but she knew if she continued, she will want do more and they could finish arrested for indecency in public places. "Come love..." She whispered on his ear. "I want to be yours."
MORPHEUS: Wasn't this the city of love? Morpheus loved the city, he loved the streets and the street artists--the hardworking chefs dedicated to making new thrilling meals. Most importantly he loved the goddess snugged in his arms as their feverish kiss continued. Morpheus unlocked their hands so his arm could slink around her waist and keep her close to him. He didn't care about the passerbys who walked in the night and whispered about the way they were on the side of the road. The kiss would've kept going had Peitho not pulled away causing him to frown and raise a brow at her actions. The soft whispers brushed against his ear made his lips twitch as Morpheus moved his feet once again and led them down the streets to their home. Reaching the building where their apartment was housed, he kept his arm firmly around her as they hustled up the steps and then the staircase until they were outside the door to their apartment. He was quick to get the door open and once they were inside he slammed the door shut, not caring that it would disturb his neighbors before grabbing Peitho again. "No distractions tonight."
PEITHO: And he wanted more. Peitho couldn't avoid smile in the moment she saw him almost claim because she broke the kiss. He was craving her and that simply fact excited her completely. She was bold but for some reason she felt the need to be alone, completely alone. She wanted to be the only one who could see his body and love his soul. Peitho walked on his side, arriving to the place they decided to share their lives, was Paris and they had money, they had the best place to live. When Morpheus closed the door she laughed loud. She was the queen of the place, and she could be herself, finally, in the privacy. Peitho approached to him, pressing her body against him, trapping him between her skin and the wall. "No Morpheus..." She said his name, knowing he loved the sound, and at the same time she slide her hand for his chest, arriving to his member, she wanted to know if her words had some effect on him.
MORPHEUS: How quickly the tables turned for Morpheus was taking the lead during their walk back home and as soon as they entered their lavish apartment. His hands had caught her waist and he was close to pressing his lips against her neck, but found himself pressed against the wall--trapped by his lover who spoke his name in a silvery tone mixed with passion. His hat had fallen to the floor and the god was in no mood to go grab it when it wasn't needed for a long time. Morpheus glanced down at the hand that glided down his chest to the inseam of his pants. She was a tease until the end of time and Morpheus would always love that. He licked his lips, passing the baton of control over to her as he looked up at Peitho. His eyes were only saying one thing: Make your move.
PEITHO: Peitho didn't care her position, sometimes she could play to be submissive, sometimes to dominate the situation, in the end what she loved most being with Morpheus was he treated her as equal. She was not minor goddess in his eyes, she was on his side, and that was all what mattered. She could read his eyes, and she was the desire on them. She maintained her eyes on him, as a proof she wanted the same, while her hands worked in his belt, she wanted to feel him, feel all the reactions in her hands. When she finished the job, she began to play with the object of her desire, stimulating him, waiting his answer from his lips, realizing her own body was also reacting with arousal. Peitho trapped his body with hers, letting him feel her elevated beat of her heart and her legs pressing his following the movements of her hand.
MORPHEUS: He was going to miss this. Even if they were only apart for a day, Morpheus always craved the way Peitho teased him and sneaky it all was as her hand deftly undid the belt to his pants. What was life without a bit of fun and love in between all of the conning. "Dio mio..." We're the only words that left his mouth in a gasp as he felt her hand wrapped around him. His lips were parted as she worked him further and giving her all the control as their bodies were pressed so close to one another.
PEITHO: Peitho just saw him. She loved Morpheus. She loved him since the first moment. And for the goddess of seduction, big part of love was the physical situation. The bodies together, even if were different every single life they could stay together, were an expression of their souls. She listened his words as the victory she was waiting. "You are the god here..." She whispered while she knelt in front of him. She was still with his member in her hands, but she felt the need to give him pleasure first, the first orgasm of night coming from her mouth. Then she put her lips and kissed his member softly, expecting the guide what would come from of his moans.
MORPHEUS: A husky moan left his parted mouth as Peitho worked him, still teasing him with the light touches against his member. Morpheus scratched at the doors, letting his senses be filled with pleasure. Their nights were always long because they spent so much talking or making love. It was made them so great and a feeling that he'd miss when they would be apart. But for now, Morpheus continued to moan as his eyes flickered down, watching Peitho with nothing but desire in his eyes.
PEITHO: The exact answer she was waiting. She knew he was beginning to feel the that desire what made her feel crazy, but that night she only wanted to please him, make feel all the pleasure what his body could endure, and for experience she knew they could make love the entire night until they could see the sun appearing in the window. She wanted he told her name so many times, he could feel he owed her name, he owed her body. Her mouth began to roam for his member, since the tip, arriving to the base, still waiting his reaction, while she increased the speed.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus' eyes fluttered as he glanced up at the ceiling. The added speed as Peitho's tongue licked him from tip to base was incredible. His mind was stuck in a lusty haze as the only thought in his was the woman on her knees giving pleasure to him in such a seductive manner. His breathing became heavier as his shoulders rose and sank in a faster pattern. "Peitho..." Her name came out in a stuttered as he felt himself get closer to the edge.
PEITHO: Peitho knew she was good, but she never liked to think about it because that was egocentric, and everything can be better, always. She had a lot of lovers, yes, but nobody like Morpheus. She was always searching her pleasure, be pleased. With him, his pleasure was her pleasure too. She only could feel how his member grew in her hands, with every movement, even she could feel the salty taste what increased her own arousal. She wanted him, all of him.
MORPHEUS: His heart beat thumped against his rib cage, desperate to break out it almost felt like. The fast pace could be heard in his ears, but every ounce of his attention went straight to Peitho. She truly had a god like him wrapped around her finger. Morpheus was never someone who socialized with many gods outside of his own family, but he blessed with luck for having to encounter Peitho. A true counterpart to his life, she brought power alongside pleasure. She was a goddess who Morpheus wanted to see in this life and the next. His fingers curled in, as he was reaching his peak. "I'm coming." He let out in a breathy whisper, holding back as best he could.
PEITHO: But she didn't want he holds back. Peitho wanted he loses himself in the moment, in the pleasure, on her and what she was doing. They shared so many things and she was not shy at all. She wanted to feel him in her mouth because that was not the first time she did it. And won't be the last. She decided not stop, she expecting Morpheus could understand what she wanted. She didn't care anything, Peitho was only living the moment, exactly what she loved when she was with Morpheus.
MORPHEUS: He half expected Peitho to release her touch and let his body cool down temporarily. Instead he was welcomed to the continued feeling of her lips wrapped around his member as he straddled the edge of pleasure. There was only so much restraint he had and in that moment restraint wasn't needed one bit. His body and shoulders shuddered as let go, releasing himself while his body heat hit its highest. "Incredible." It was the only word he could think of because they described Peitho as the dazzling goddess only he was lucky to see.
PEITHO: She was not sure what loved more, if the word what he told, or the warm feeling on her mouth. Both were proofs about what she could do with him, and the pleasure she made him feel. She could feel the heat coming out from his body, his skin, but also, she could feel how she was wanting more. She stood slowly, tasting his flavor, until arrive to his face. "You need to rest, I need to clean me up." She said smiling, as a victory. After she gave to him a little kiss before to search the bathroom.
MORPHEUS: The fatigue crept in as he brushed his hair back and took a gander at Peitho. He frowned slightly at the motion of rest as the only thing he felt was for her. Morpheus simply wanted her, but knew she was right with the idea to rest. Before she could get too far he slipped off the pants and underwear at his ankles, pulling her back briefly to get a better kiss. "Sorry for the interruption to your schedule. Now you can go." He teased, pulling back as he pulled off his shirt and jacket leaving them on the floor as he strolled over to their bedroom completely naked. He rested on the bed, lounging about as Morpheus propped himself up with his arms, waiting for Peitho to finish up in the bathroom.
PEITHO: Peitho loved how Morpheus was decided to be with her, to command. She knew he was tired but also, what he felt made him want more of her. Peitho couldn't avoid see him taking his clothes, she only could bit her lip, dying for desire. She received the kiss, and returned the passion touching gently his skin. She laughed when he told the words and went to the bathroom, happy. Being there, she took the time to clean herself and took off her clothes. Then she released her hair and let it fall on her shoulders. She liked when Morpheus played with her hair. She let the clothes behind, except her underwear: she wanted to feel his hands taking care of her body. Peitho returned to the room when she saw him, completely naked. "I like everything what I see... Everything."
MORPHEUS: The nights like this--when Paris could be eerily quiet were the ones he enjoyed. Silence wasn't bad, but he did like when it was occupied with some good music. Morpheus started to whistle a random tune, tapping his foot against the footboard as he waited on Peitho's returned. When she finally slipped into their bedroom he grinned seeing her in all her glory with the exception of the underwear still on. "I'm glad you do. I do enjoy taking a page out of your book." He slipped off the bed, tilting his head to the side as he pointed to the one piece of clothing still on her body. "For some reason it seems you are not following your own style." He leaned in close, slinking an arm around her waist and hoisted her up into his arms--carrying Peitho over to the bed as he hovered over. His hands grazed her skin, thumbs making tiny circles around her nipples before making their way to her underwear. Morpheus hooked his fingers on the hem slowly pulling the garment down as he pressed his lips down her thigh.
PEITHO: Peitho just smiled, listening him, seeing him. They were old spirits but she liked the bodies, the expression of the spirit. And he thought Morpheus was handsome, and hers, only hers. Her hands traveled for his chest, playing with her fingertips. "Oh please... I want to give you something to play." Again, she laughed while he took her body to the bed. She always laughed when she was having good time with Morpheus. Now, with her back on the bed, she was expecting what he could do. "You know what I like..." She told between she was moaning feeling the movements of his fingers in her nipples. For some reason that was her favorite part of her body. She couldn't avoid to raise her voice while his movement. "What do you want to do...?" She told with heavy breath.
MORPHEUS: "Thank you for the gift then." He said with a soft chuckle. He knew his lover well--knew what made her laugh and smile. What could bring a light to her eyes and he certainly knew what could make her moan and writhe under his grasp as he pulled off her underwear and leaned in close to suck on her nipples. What did he want? Morpheus had everything he wanted and yet the god of dreams still craved more. He was greedy to the bone--always wanting more money and never being satisfied. He pulled away from her chest, reaching up to play with the curls of her hair. "Anything, love." He simply stated, tracing a finger down her side as Morpheus smiled at her. "Anything and everything."
PEITHO: Peitho was not a writer in that life but she loved words, more when came from Morpheus. She had always that need to know, to listen the explanation about what he had in mind, even when sometimes she knew, or when she had no clue. She arched her back, offering a complete exposure of her breasts. Peitho began to feel exactly what she was expecting: the world disappearing and only them, only Morpheus. He was her entire universe, somebody who never she would feel tired to seduce, to persuade. She passed her hands for his back listening his words. "I know you... you want all. And I am all, all for you." She kissed his lips, biting softly his lower lip while her body embraced him.
MORPHEUS: "You know me so well." A compliment well deserved for her as she kissed him and he felt the slight bite of his lower lip. His fingers slid up and down her thigh, gripping it softly as Morpheus slowly pushed open her legs a little farther. Morpheus was enraptured by her scent, peppering kiss against her neck as he carefully entered her muttering a soft, "You're all I need" into her ear as his lips brushed against her. His pace was slow and steady at first as they had all the time to enjoy the moment. Morpheus simply wanted to hear her moans and feel her skin as his fingers roamed her body.
PEITHO: The anticipation about what would happen, only listen his voice was part of the charm what Morpheus had. She continued kissing him, while she felt his movements. She let him manage her body, because Morpheus knew her desires. The pantings invaded the room while he was moving softly. "You feel so good..." She said as she used her hips to impulse him deeply inside. "You are perfect". She grabbed his back using it as the way to fit better to his member inside.
MORPHEUS: They fit so well together every time they had the luck of meeting in a new lifetime. It didn't matter what human form they took, they would always be paired together like jigsaw pieces. Morpheus rocked his hips into her, picking up his speed slightly as they continued to kiss deeply. He loved to hear Peitho's silvery voice whisper in his ear as he moved deeper inside her. The squeaks of the mattress and their grunts and moans bounced off the apartment walls. His kisses went further down as he nipped at her skin carefully. She showcased her body for a living and it had to be flawless, but even Morpheus had to put some marks on her skin. His way of telling the other men who lusted after her that she was taken.
PEITHO: Peitho couldn't deny she had lovers... when she was not with Morpheus. She was the goddess of seduction, she had the need to seduce and be seduced. In every life she never found the satisfaction when she was with a man or a woman. Only when she was with Morpheus, when she found him in her life, she was completely faithful, devoted to him. Morpheus was the only what could fit, what satisfied her hunger. She felt complete only with him. She never cared the marks he could let in her skin, even she felt proud about it. With every bite she smiled, feeling she was his and she belonged to him. They were like a perfect syncrony with the movement of their hips, the kisses and bites and the noises in the room. "Morpheus..." His name scaped from her lips, as the reafirmation he was the only man, the only god who she wanted to be. Forever.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus spent his lifetimes away from other gods unless the threads of fate brought them near each other. Still, he didn't want to interact with any who weren't his family. The only exception of course being Peitho. He loved when she said his real name. His human name change so often but when her seductive voice whispered his name in the privacy of their apartment it only furthered his desire for her. He upped his pace, pressing his lips against Peitho's once more as he was never tired of feeling her soft lips. Soft grunts and moans bubbled from his lips, but in between all the noise he leaned into her ear to whisper, "I love you."
PEITHO: Peitho didn't need her sisters. In the end she was only a forgotten goddess. Less when she was in Morpheus' arms. Every single movement was an act of posession and devotion, she did it, he did it, they lived for each other. And she did not need more. The words made an unexpected effect, while her body was trembling for the pleasure, her heart was close to explode with happiness. A tear appeared on the corner of the eyes, the symbol of the emotions she had. She loved him so deeply, even when she was a writer she had no words to express the bond she had with the god of dreams. He was her dream. "I am yours." She whispered in return, because she felt say 'I love you' was so little. Every single fiber and corner of Peitho, was his property. She continued the movement as she passed her hand for his face, seeing directly, she wanted he saw the moment when she arrived to the climax.
MORPHEUS: Their possession of one another was locked in. When Peitho responded with such he took it as even better than repeating I love you too. Their luck was on fire and didn't seem to run out. In this life Morpheus was confident they would live until old age continuing on their path. He felt the palm of her hand against his shaven face looking directly down on her. His thumb brushed away the single tear as his eyes never strayed from her face, continuing to press into her. Beads of sweat formed on their skin as Morpheus felt himself close to orgasm.
PEITHO: Her eyes were fixed on him, still she felt her body was reacting to his movements. Peitho loved sex, but sex with Morpheus was always more. They found other way to talk using their bodies, and she always found how tell to him everything she wanted. The pleasure was increasing and she knew she was close, even she had other tear, this time because the pleasure was flooding her body. "Watch me." Catch his look excited her more, Peitho wanted to give him the possibility to see all what he produces on her. She was exposed completely to his eyes because she had nothing to hide. Then, in the trust and confidence she felt for her lover, she let her go in the orgasm, arching her back and moaning with every wave in her core.
MORPHEUS: "I am." His voice was a husky whisper as they moved faster. Their eyes completely connected as they reached the edge and drowned in the pleasure. Morpheus moved faster watching as Peitho's parted lips and panting egged him on until the raspy moan went past her lips. He could feel her tighten around him, causing himself to lose control and shake as he came. Their bodies were still flushed from the combine body heat as Morpheus brushed her hair away to plant another kiss on her lips. He slipped out of her, flipping into his back as he smiled glancing over at his lover. "Ill miss this when we're apart." He muttered, looking over at her body as the thought crept back into his mind.
PEITHO: The orgasm was intense, because was shared. She never had such a lover, somebody what she could feel the connection. The syncrony was always with him, with Morpheus. And she felt plenty to his side. She loved the last kiss, closing the act, while her chest was trying to recover the air she lost. She only could see him. "I am regretting our plan..." She told while she saw him, still devouring him with her eyes. "I only can have this with you. This..." She laughed... "I don't know what is this! Just I love it." She approached to him and kissed his lips. "You are incredible in bed." She kissed Morpheus again. "In fact, you are amazing in everything." She passed her arms for his back embracing him.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus burst out into laughter as they were on the same page. They were regretting their plan, but the two of them would go through with it due to the fortune awaiting them. "I'm sure you can have this with that admirer of yours." He teased, as he felt her lips on top of his. "You are spilling with compliments, my dear. But the compliments go to you because you're fantastic." He grasped her hand kissing it gently as they relaxed for the moment allowing a bit of calm to come back into their bedroom. "We're amazing together. Our partnership keeps us wealthy and happy." Every time they met in a lifetime they were unstoppable and Morpheus hoped in this one it would not be short lived like their last.
PEITHO: Peitho knew Morpheus was not a god who wanted to share. And she did not want to be with other person, less with the admirer, he was only a victim. But she thought she could play. She took Morpheus' hand. "Dp you want he touches me?" She said as she guided his hand for her breast, slowly going down. "And make me scream?" She put his hand on her center. "And put his fingers inside me?" She bit her lip. "Never. I can't have with any mortal, or any god, what I have with you. And you know it. The only what you wanted is listen it. Your ego has hungry!" She laughed again, she loved be with him, because she could speak with free mind.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus twisted his body towards Peitho, watching her take a hold of his hand and placing it on her breast. "No." He whispered feeling her skin as his fingertips glide down by the force of her hand. Just seeing Peitho bite her lip and look at him the way she did caused him to become greedy once again. A talent indeed. "I'll never let you go." He said pushing off the bed so he could wrap his arms around her body. "And that admirer will never have you."
PEITHO: Peitho was not greedy herself but she liked good life and money. When she knew greedy people she felt annoyed. The difference with Morpheus, the reason because she liked he were greedy was he can be it, he had the capacity to have all and want more. And also, he put her in the number one of the list of what he wanted. Morpheus could have all the money but if Peitho was not on his side, he never would feel satisfied. And she would never feel satisfied without him. They were to each other. "I'll never let you go." She said in the same way, as a promise, while she felt tickles with his fingertips roaming. "And he will have nothing. He will lose his money. And he will never have me, because nobody can have what belongs to a god... Or a goddess." She chuckled, Morpheus was hers, was good he remembered it.
MORPHEUS: His fingers traced her soft skin as if to remember her during the time she'd be missing in his life. Morpheus kept a firm grip on her body as he pulled her on top of him, still laughing at the mention of the soon to be poor admirer. "We will take it all from him. Leave him with just a single livre." He traced small circles into her back, before leaving his hands right above her waist. "There's no one who can take my hungry soul except you. They would be foolish to try." He wasn't famous like Peitho in this time, but he still caught the eyes of many women who fell for the charm only to be politely brushed aside for the goddess that claimed him.
PEITHO: Peitho loved challenges, and what they will do was one of the best. Not leave the admirer without his money: fake a fight with Morpheus. She was so into him. But see that greedy smile would be worth it. "I promise to you, we will buy the best wine in Barcelona. With his money." She chuckled with the idea. Now, while she was on top, decided to sit on him, with her legs trapping his body but exposing to him her breast. She felt so comfortable being naked with him, as if Morpheus could see her soul. "Somebody is trying?" She asked raising a eyebrow. He was charming, of course he could have any woman and a woman can try... But Peitho was jealous and she couldn't stand other woman close to him. "I want you only for me."
MORPHEUS: "It will be a delicious bottle of wine then." Delicious because one it would be paid with the money they would steal from the admirer and two because they would have a wonderful vacation in the heart of Barcelona. His relaxed his head against the headboard, enjoying the view that was given to him. Every iteration of Peitho that he met had a body he loved, but more importantly the body contained the soul of the goddess who could keep up with his shrewd tactics and throw out ideas that were truly rewarding. "The secretary of that industrial businessman I met a few weeks ago. I paid her no true attention." He said with a dismissive shrug seeing as the woman had nothing on Peitho. Morpheus reached out to grab her chin gently, pulling her slightly down so he could reach her lips and give her a kiss. "No one else has me, love. Only you do."
PEITHO: And they will drink all Spain enjoying that money. Peitho was not exactly a person who liked safe for later. But they never had money issues because they were resourceful. She had the moment of seduction. She wanted to seduce him every moment. The body was one instrument, and they were physical. But in the end was about what they are, what they really are. But she tensed when he told who was the woman. "Are you enjoying this, right?" She said trying to make a joke, without success. She was really jealous. She knew nobody had an opportunity with Morpheus, but for some reason she couldn't control her feelings. She let him pull her body until her lisp where close to him. "I don't know how live without you..." She told as a confession. She never told the three words in that life, the exact 'I love you', but she told other words as a proof she was in love. Completely in love.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus raised an eyebrow hearing the jealousy in her tone. Of course he could've said that there was no need to be jealous, but that wasn't how they operated. He felt those pangs of jealousy like during their dinner with the waiter. People fell in love with Peitho on the stage and he didn't always act so cool about it, preferring to glare or make a seemingly threatening tone to the individual. "I enjoy you. I want only you and no one can take that place." He caressed her cheek and pushed her hair away from her neck so he could pressed his lips to it. "I know, but we will be okay. I'm right here for now."
PEITHO: They were so possesive about the other. And they liked the dynamic. To show the other that need, that feeling to just possess. She was craving for these words, what he told. "Morpheus..." She said kissing him. "You have me. And I never feel so happy. I am really happy only when I am with you." Now she was kissing back him. These moments, where was not about plans, business, or money, were enchanting. Of course she enjoyed the dangers of what they do, but the intimacy has no price. These moments where they were them, not the thieves, the gods in love.
MORPHEUS: "I feel the same for you, love." He was happy to see that she no longer felt jealousy against the secretary as she kissed him to express her love. Morpheus grazed her spine up and down with a light touch before his hand slid down to her ass and gave it a squeeze. They needed the time to be playful and push aside all work. The two of them weren't dull and work was no fun if they didn't get to have fun and be a bit reckless at night.
PEITHO: Peitho relaxed with the answer, the conversation. They were playing all the time, but also, they needed these spaces where they just can be a couple. She felt his hand passing to her lower back when she giggled with his action. So... Did he want more? Peitho knew she wanted more, because she was always with hunger for more sex. Seduction was not only sex, of course, but was an expression of it. And something was happening in this life specially: she wanted to be in bed with Morpheus all the time what she could. And not sleeping. For some reason she thought was time to change the game. She approached to his ear, biting softly his earlobe before to speak. "Take me from behind." She said. "Or maybe I can just ride you and you can grab my breasts?" Her voice was deep and seductive. "I can't decide... Can you decide love...?"
MORPHEUS: He smiled up at her noting the relaxed look on her face as all thoughts of jealousy evaporated into the air. This was their time and no one else's. Constantly scheming and gaining money to be at the top with the rest of the wealth took a good chunk of their days, but Morpheus loved the periods when they were alone and able to simply be who they were without any repercussions. He glanced up at Peitho dragging his fingers up and down her back as she remained straddled on top of him. Feeling her nip at his ear before laying down two enticing choices, Morpheus smirked as he thought which path to go down. "Decisions, decisions. I can't say I'd be unhappy with either." He brought one hand and slid it down her front, teasing her while humming a tune. Morpheus twirled his finger in a circular motion. "Flip onto your stomach for me. I haven't seen you in that angle tonight."
PEITHO: In the end these were silly games, but shared games. Peitho was seductive all the time because was her nature, even when sometimes she had not intention to seduce somebody, a look was enough. But with Morpheus she was always in the game, she was always seducing him, because he was worth. Nobody, only him, deserved her attentions, her caresses. She saw his smile, something she adored so much and knew she told the proper words. Peitho closed her eyes feeling his finger play. Immediately she felt wet with that simply action: Morpheus knew her body as his own. While she bit her lip feeling the desire, she listened the command and knew he was in charge, the idea excited her. She kissed softly his lips and moved slowly, doing what he asked. "I hope you like the view." She said exposing her back and searching a pillow for her head.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus readily accepted the quick peck on the lips, grinning as she moved off of him. "When have I not enjoyed the view?" He chuckled, handing over a pillow to Peitho as she settled into position. One of his fingers slid down her arched back, feeling the bumps of her spine and the smoothness of her skin. He was in a teasing, brushing his fingers against her neck as he played with her hair. The city had become quiet as the citizens relaxed in their homes and many were off sleeping. Sleep wasn't needed for them as they had to use their time wisely. Having sex until they were out of energy and the sun was breaking over the horizon. Dropping his hands from her hair, he let them slide down the sides of her body before gaining a firm grasp on her waist. He was slow to enter her, but once he did Morpheus' pace was fast and hard--throwing caution to the wind. They were reckless in love and life what else could he say.
PEITHO: Peitho only closed her eyes leaving Morpheus command the situation. Every gentle touch made the world disappear again, and they were only there, together as gods. She smiled, feeling at home. Morpheus was her home. While he played with her hair she sighed in pleasure, his hands were soft and felt good, she felt loved, cared, protected. When she felt his hands in her waist she knew what would happen, the anticipation. She only took a deep breath, trying to guess how would be. Morpheus in this life was a possessive lover. She only gasped when she felt him inside again, but in the end converted in a loud moan, she craved for that kind of possession, being in that position of submission. “Fuck me…” She was not used to tell these kind of words, but she used there, in bed, in that kind of situation, as the way to give Morpheus permission to be hard, to have rough sex.
MORPHEUS: The swung back and forth between making love and simply fucking. It was how they ran life between playing around and working to steal people's fortunes. Their lifestyle would make others have whiplash with how quick paced it was. No one could keep up with the constant twists and turns in being a conman--no one except Peitho. As he heard the low, raspy moan and the not so subtle way of how she wanted to have sex, Morpheus couldn't help but restrain a chuckle. He leaned forward, close to her ear as he teased with a slow pace, taking his time to rock his hips into her. "I couldn't hear you. Say it louder."
PEITHO: But fuck was not only fuck, not between Peitho and Morpheus. Even when she asked something rough, in the middle of the act she was giving herself. She loved make love, she loved be fucked and fuck him. They were so complex and they could do everything with the same meaning: they loved each other. She listened his chuckle and knew he was ready to do it, what meant he was teasing her all the time, that was part of the submission she gave to Morpheus. “I… want…” She needed air to talk between what she was feeling. “Fuck me Morpheus.” She said it clear, using his name as also, a command she did. They were in the same level, and at the same time, she was submitted to him.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus might've been in control of the room for the moment, but he loved to listen to the demands and commands of Peitho. She was never considered a lackey or plaything. Peitho was his equal, but of course during times of pleasure their roles switched just as fast. "Of course." He did as she asked, ramping up his pace as his thrusts were faster and harder. They were lucky enough to have neighbors who were either never home or elderly and dead to hear the constant thumps, squeaks and loud moans that escaped their apartment. Morpheus breath was heavy as he never slowed down, continuing to press into Peitho unrelenting as a mixture of grunts and groans left him.
PEITHO: Peitho couldn’t explain exactly why she loved he possessed her. She moaned loudly feeling his member going inside with certain kind of violence. He didn’t want to hurt her, she knew it, and he was not doing it, but her core itched and was different. “Oh lord…” She said while she moved her hips trying to find the best pace with him, knowing his hand will let marks in her waist and she didn’t care. Even she wanted his body oppresses hers with more force because nobody was capable to give her satisfaction like Morpheus.
MORPHEUS: He had an affinity with Peitho that on some days he truly couldn't explain it. In his past lifetimes he wasn't as possessive with her--giving her the freedom she deserved and listening to her clever ideas, but as Charles he endured watching lewd eyes follow every sway of Peitho's hips on the stage. Her dancing was captivating, he knew that, but the audience didn't deserve her and every admirer was pathetic compared to him. Morpheus craved every part of Peitho's body as he pressed harder into her, his hands pinning her wrists down as their moans grew louder. He smirked hearing her words, as it merely made him move quicker. He wanted to hear it all--every moan, every scream, every whisper.
PEITHO: The two lives they shared were different, but the love was the same. The first life they were everything, lovers, partners, family. Morpheus was not only her King, was so sweet and gentle. As Jack, they were adventurous, but now as Charles… She knew he didn’t like how other men saw her when she was on the stage. She did it because was the way she obtained the information, but nobody could make love as him, nobody could fuck her body and she let him do what he wanted, what he pleased. Now tied from his hands, she was his prisioner and she wanted to be it. She cursed again, asking more, she wanted to tell him he didn’t need to worry, she wanted he felt the same in that domination, he needed just go with her and feel the pleasure to possess her.
MORPHEUS: He gave in to her demands, pushing faster as sweat trickled down his arms and brow. "Damn..." whispered it of his mouth as he felt her tighten around him. They were loud and he loved it as he pressed into her with long thrusts. The admirer would never have his hands around the goddess as he wanted. Peitho was his. He didn't want anyone but her as his head dropped near her neck leaving kisses on her skin. Completely enraptured by her, he felt himself getting closer to his limit as his arms and legs slightly ached, but Morpheus ignored the aches and focused on the growing pleasure.
PEITHO: The temperature of her body began to rise with every movement and Peitho feel the heat between them, the sweat in their bodies. The pressure what he was doing in her waist and her hands made her feel a little pain, but the pain mixed with the pleasure built her orgasm, she began to feel it inside, approaching in her core. The kisses in her neck were completely sync with the movements while she took his hands and nailed his skin: if he would leave marks, she could do it too. No woman could touch Morpheus, not even once.
MORPHEUS: The pricks from her nail stung and he knew the marks would be there in the morning, but Morpheus would simply smile knowing what they represented. He nipped at her earlobe, thrusting forward as he put all the effort he could. The god had stamina, but even he found himself too far gone as a husky groan escaped his lips and he was so close to an orgasm. A few more thrusts and he hit the edge, releasing himself inside her as he tried to catch his breath. "Good god..." Who needed sleep when this was better than anything in the world. It was even better than money.
PEITHO: Peitho was sure they were close, together. Then whe she felt he was nipping her earlobe, she couldn't avoid scream without shame. She didn't care the world knew she had the best lover in her bed, only for her. Peitho felt how her muscles contracted while he was leaving part of him inside, that created a satisfaction what was the perfect complement of her joy. She felt her heart beating in her chest. "You let me without words Morpheus." She said without breathe. "Stay." Of course they couldn't move after all what they did, but she also enjoyed the physical conection, the perfect symbol about what was happening in their souls.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus chuckled as his heartbeat dwindled down. He did as she ask, not slipping out of her but twisting to his side and pulling Peitho along. "I don't know how many more rounds I have in me. I'm positive our neighbors are enjoying the show." He wrapped his arms around her waist, letting his chin rest against her skin as they were brought back down to the world.
PEITHO: "Oh... you have more? I was thinking you wanted to sleep..." Peitho was teasing, she knew in one moment their bodies will ask some rest, but they will sleep together, naked, feeling their skins close. That was enough. "We can teach them what is love. I hope they liked the serenade." She laughed in the end, feeling complete. "I can't live without you Morpheus. I am the luckiest woman, the luckiest goddess in the world. You put your eyes on me... and just make me happy." She said in a different tone. Now she was not the insatiable lover, she was in love. Incredible and amazingly in love. Forever.
MORPHEUS: "Sleep is for the weak, Peitho. We're gods--we can keep this going." He laughed knowing that despite their god status they were just as human as the people next door. Their bodies required sleep to be recharge their batteries and rest up for the next adventure. "We can always give them a good show in front of the window." He gestured to the balcony with a grand view of Paris and his classic smirk graced his face yet again. He kissed her back tenderly hearing her words. "That's all I want for you. To be happy."
PEITHO: Peitho was still recovering when she listened his words. Window. She could imagine the scene. "You know me so well. I can't refuse that offer!" She was being seducing for Morpheus, again. That was his power over him. But she didn't move her body. The kiss was something she loved, something beyond sex. The feeling what made them great, wonderful. "And I want you be happy. With me. Together." She finally moved leaving his member outside her. She turned and was in her back, seing him. "I am so in love. I never believe I could feel in this way Morpheus." She was an adolescent close to him, she could be whatever she wanted close to him. She bit her lip, a manner usual in Peitho. "Did you talked seriously about the window? I never believed you have some... exhibitionist side."
MORPHEUS: "Really?" For a moment there, Morpheus did think the two were going to sleep and perhaps the first thing in the morning they'd get back to rolling around in their sheets. Instead he found a bouncing Peitho excited by the idea of them having sex in front of the window for all of Paris to see. He enjoyed seeing her happy and their lives were much better than most. The two weren't living with terrible jobs they hated and constant poverty. Riches were right at their feet. The classic lip bite from Peitho was seductive as always. "I'm not that type, but I love you and I don't mind a bit of a show for them. Show them what they're missing."
PEITHO: Finally, Peitho laughed loud. "This is part what I love Morpheus, you always make me laugh, make me feel so good with life." She knew they needed to sleep. Morpheus had three times the pleasure in his body and she felt tired, specially in her waist. But the last he told. What he wanted to do, the reason... was tempting. "I dare you." She said. "With light. Breakfast. You can have breakfast. After food." That was a good way to show exactly what they had and nobody had. And also, the idea to receive love in the morning was incredible. "You know I am a naughty girl..."
MORPHEUS: "I love to hear you laugh." Normally when he heard Peitho laugh it was on the quieter side, but when she let out a raucous laugh, her sweet voice rang clear in his ears. "You dare me?" Morpheus slowly sat up hearing those words. The Jack in him loved a good dare. When his men on the Ranger dared their captain to do something brash and reckless he never let them down. "Yes. After breakfast we will. Besides, it'll be dawn and our lovely neighbors will get a chance to see us even clearer." He leaned over to Peitho, taking a hold of her chin as he delivered a tender kiss. "I know. It's one of the best parts about you." Morpheus flopped back onto the bed, tuckered out for the evening. His arms were opened as a way of telling Peitho to come lay with him as the night winded down for them.
PEITHO: His words were like honey for Peitho, she felt happy, why should she hide she was living one of her favorite lives? She only could live happy when she was close to Morpheus. "Of course I dare you!" She was never afraid to challenges, because she was capable to persuade any person and win. But in this case they will win, both, together. And she liked the idea to give something to talk to Paris. Life was for people like them. "Then we have a deal." She said receiving the kiss as the promise they will continue in the morning. She saw the welcome to his arms and immediately searched a place in his chest, the only place she wanted to be in that moment. She sighed, letting her body takes his form and also, giving to her muscles a rest. They had a lot to do the next day.
MORPHEUS: He curled his arms around her as she settled in. Laughing as their deal was now set in stone he carcasses her hair as his body felt heavier than before. Fatigue hit him like a ton of bricks as his muscles ached. "I'm glad we went with the sleep idea." His voice was drowsy as he rested his head against hers. Dawn wasn't far away and given how much they used every second available in their life, he was gonna need the rest.
PEITHO: Peitho was smiling, even when Morpheus couldn't see the smile, she knew he could feel how happy she was in that moment. His arms were the place she wanted to be. Slowly, as she began to fall asleep she listened the silence of the night in Paris. They were together, and they were happy. That city what brought to her in the past pain and glory, now was her home because she could share it with the god she loved. The simply thought made her sleep with her heart in peace, with her heart in his hands.
MORPHEUS: The way their apartment faced meant that Morpheus would always be blessed being woken up by the sun. He was still groggy as his eyes flickered open before settling into a half-lidded expression. Stretching out his limbs and getting his body back, he glanced down to see Peitho still asleep. Morpheus was careful to slip away from her, covering the sheets over her as he made his way to the kitchen. Remembering the words 'light breakfast', Morpheus began to cut a piece of baguette and fruit for them to have alongside cheese.
PEITHO: The sun in the skin was a caress, not like Morpheus' one, but she liked feel the warm so close. She was not sure if he was close or still sleeping but she wanted to be there, quiet, with the silence and the feeling on her naked body. She wanted to stop time and just live there, in that heaven they created for both. Then, Peitho even being awake, didn't move. She was only waiting Morpheus appeared with his lips and bring her to life, a life close to him.
MORPHEUS: The tray was beginning to look filled with bread, cheese, fruit and two cups of tea sitting in the middle surrounded by the food. It didn't take long to rearrange the food for their breakfast as he picked up the tray and strolled back to their bedroom. Morpheus half expected Peitho to be sitting up, ready for the meal. Instead the god was welcome to the sight of a sleeping beauty. Setting the tray down on his side of the bed, he leaned over to leave a kiss on Peitho. "Are you going to keep sleeping or will you eat some breakfast with me?" He muttered, hoping she was awake enough to catch his words.
PEITHO: The first what she could identify with the smell was the fruits. Strawberries. But also was other thing she could smell: her man. Morpheus had something she could identify, his essence in that body. She loved it. She never told it but she loved the smell after they were together. With the kiss she smiled, still with her eyes closed. "Everything with you. Everything." She opened her eyes and took his face, giving him a kiss. "Good morning Morpheus." After she kissed him, passing her tongue softly for his lips. He needed a proper salute, something sweet and indredible.
MORPHEUS: "And the beauty awakes," he teased, seeing Peitho's eyes open up after planting a sweet kiss on her lips. He sat on the corner of the bed, smiling at her words. Morning was the best for them. Time slowed down in his opinion, allowing them to relish the rising sun and the golden hues streaked in the sky. Getting another kiss from Peitho was a nice way to start the day as he deepened the kiss, caressing her cheek with his thumb. After he pulled away, handing over a cup of tea as he took a strawberry between his fingers. "Morning, love. We've got all the essentials right here to eat. Bon apetit."
PEITHO: Peitho sighed with his touch. What amazing night and the day they had in front. She wanted to enjoy the time they had together, and the hours would be an eternity in their hands. She took the cup and drank a sip, the dark colour and the good smell of an english breakfast, as she was seeing the window. She liked the silence, being with him. Nothing more. After she took a piece of cheese still with the cup in her hand. She shook her head, letting her hair cover her back, feeling comfortable with her breast on the air. She only was seeing him, seeing Morpheus. She remembered the first time she saw him, hidden, in Greece. She never imagined she could love with the intensity she was doing it. Her eyes were bright only seeing him, as she took other sip of tea.
MORPHEUS: Paris had a strikingly different feel to the morning than back during the days where he grew up in Perugia, Italy in this lifetime. Perugia had a
MORPHEUS: Paris had a strikingly different feel to the morning than back during the days where he grew up in Perugia, Italy in this lifetime. Perugia had a country hustle and bustle to it. There were tourists all around who wanted to take a look at where the great Raphael was taught--his starting foray getting back into stealing other's wealth by pickpocketing them. But now, grown up in both his conning and life he enjoyed the quiet solace that Paris brought them. And he certainly enjoyed it even more when he had Peitho by his side. Popping the strawberry in his mouth, he relished the sweet taste of the fruit and grabbed another one from the bowl. Reaching for his own cup of tea, he took a small sip of the brew--satisfied with the taste as he glanced over at Peitho and her naked body. In his mind he quietly cross out a day before they were to begin their con. "Do you have a performance tonight at the theater?" He asked, curious as to her schedule for the day outside of him.
PEITHO: She knew he was lost in his own thoughts. She felt privileged to see him, to have the opportunity to be present in his life. Morpheus was not a social god, less as a human. She knew she knew him like nobody. He was sweet. Not with everybody, but he was. He had an amazing soul, with an energy what was appealing. Others only saw the charming, she saw the light... a bright like gold. She was distracted seeing him, adoring him in silence when his words made her return to earth. "No... Tomorrow." She sighed. "That means we need to do our little fight for the gossip, but tomorrow." She took other sip. "Today, all day, I want to be with you." She knew he could have plans. "If you have things to do I can stay here and cook for you." She was not the wife type, but being with Morpheus did all different, even she wanted to be his wife, as she were his when they were kings.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus stared at the headboard of their bed as his focus was on the business. His stare was intense as he ran scenarios through his head trying to come up with new ways to trick and persuade people. He never stopped working for the most part, but being beside Peitho made his mind wander over to her and allow business to be his second priority. One look at the goddess and Morpheus was back to smiling simply by her presence. "You want stay and cook?" His head cocked to the side, Morpheus leaned over and pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. "You don't seem to be having a fever. Are you sure you said that correctly to stay and cook."
PEITHO: Peitho laughed taking his hand. "What? You know I am good in the kitchen." Then she put his hand on her lips. "And dancing. Seducing. Making love. I am good in all. And all is for you." She gave a little kiss on his skin. "But if you don't want me, fine... I can go to practice with the girls. Maybe let the bartender see us..." She knew she was playing with fire, she wanted to see what Morpheus would answer. She had not intention to do what she was saying, but he began. She took a piece of baguette and ate with a mischevious smile. "And now, you will tell me you won't do what I dared to you to do." She ate and took other sip. "I want to play..." Peitho laughed taking his hand. "What? You know I am good in the kitchen." Then she put his hand on her lips. "And dancing. Seducing. Making love. I am good in all. And all is for you." She gave a little kiss on his skin. "But if you don't want me, fine... I can go to practice with the girls. Maybe let the bartender see us..." She knew she was playing with fire, she wanted to see what Morpheus would answer. She had not intention to do what she was saying, but he began. She took a piece of baguette and ate with a mischevious smile. "And now, you will tell me you won't do what I dared to you to do." She ate and took other sip. "I want to play..."
MORPHEUS: "You a brilliant cook, my dear but that's not why I am laughing." In between the chuckles he paid attention to the list of Peitho's skills. There were no lies in her list as she was talent in bed, in the house and in life. A true triple act and then some. But as she mentioned the bartender, his chuckling desist and lips curved into a frown. "The bartender?" He repeated the words with bitterness and disbelief imbued in them. "Why would you let him watch you practice." His anger flared, but he wouldn't lash out at Peitho. Nevertheless his eyes narrowed in on her as he began to smirk. "With who me or the bartender?"
PEITHO: And she obteined what she wanted: "I would let him see if you don't play with me..." She said taking one curl of her hair. "Because I need so much attention Charles..." She said faking as she were only a little victim. "And you know... I need a man who defends me from the bartender..." She was capable to defend herself. She let the cup and approached crawling where Morpheus was, giving to him a perfect view from his body. "But what the bartender doesn't know is I adore you, and I will only make love to you. I only will let my clothes in your floor... Only you can have me." She knew also Morpheus needed to listen the words. For some reason he was really possessive in this life, but she liked be possessed for him.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus raised a brow at Peitho listening to her persuade him to play around. He took a sip of his tea and stayed quiet knowing that he possessive feeling burrowed in his mind.l was only a little trick from her to egg him on. Plan succeeded. He drank his whole cup in seconds, placing the empty saucer back on the tray as Peitho gave him another personal view that was his to see. "You sure? Because it sounded as if the bartender might be a rare exception to this."
PEITHO: "Do I see as a woman who gives these kind of chances?" Now the roles were in the opposite way. Peitho knew the dynamic could change easily between them. In the end they will win, both. While they were together. She was still crawling slowly until she was close to him. After she passed her hand for his cheek. "As I told last night: nobody has a chance with me. First I kill who dare to put a hand on me." She approached as she were to kiss him, but stopped being close, not touching him. "But not make me wait... because I know you want to have me". And finally she bit her lip, in anticipation about what they wanted.
MORPHEUS: "You tell me." Morpheus shrugged, disliking how possessive and borderline peeved he was at even the mention of the bartender. He was kinder to the waiter seeing as the man was a simple blip in their life. No one they'd see on a constant basis. But he knew the bartender as they chatted and he was given free courtesy drinks. On one hand, it was passing jealousy. And on the other Morpheus felt the need to kill him. Peitho could certainly make him dizzy in his mind and actions. He noticed how close she was, pressing a hand to his cheek as he looked over at her. "I do want you. Always have and will. And no bartender is going to get in my way for that." He slipped off the bed, stretching his arm before reaching over and grabbing Peitho's hand. "Didn't you want a show?"
PEITHO: "You..." She finally put her lips on his. "Need..." Again she kissed him, this time with more passion and love. "To forget everything..." She whispered. "I am yours". She said close to his ear. "I am yours. And I will tell you every moment you need it." Again she kissed his lips, this time with violence, all the passion she had. Finally, taking air, she smiled. "I want everybody has envy of us." She took his hand and stood leading the way to the window. She loved that time of the year, spring in Paris was fresh and beautiful. She passed her arms for his waist pulling Morpheus close.
MORPHEUS: Each kiss pressed against his lips helped bring down the jealousy that was built up. He didn't kiss back at first, but finally he had--putting in his own passion for the goddess before getting up on his feet. He watched her seat to the window as the curtains were wide open and the sun was beating down on them. Being close to Peitho, chest to chest was a feeling he always enjoyed. He moved his body forward, leading them closer to the window until his palm could touch the glass--and felt the warmth from outside. "Envy? Now that I like."
PEITHO: She was trapped between his body and the glass. Again, she chuckled, being not sure if was the heat of the glass or their bodies. She passed her hands grabbing his butt, pressing it harder, feeling if his member reacted to her actions. "Yes, envy." She told excited. "And you will have to describe me what happens outside." She said passing her lips for his neck. "I am busy in other things..." In the end she licked his skin, waiting his reactions. She was used to be in the public eye, but hace sex in public was new... in this life.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus was in a better mood now, chuckling as he felt the grab of his ass. He bent his head, pressing it into the crook of her neck as Morpheus nipped at her skin. As she spoke, he glanced out the window discovering they already had one audience member gazing at them in shock. Morpheus couldn't stifle his laughter seeing how quick they were interested in the show. "There's a man watering his flowers and now he's just pretending to water them."
PEITHO: Peitho closed her eyes and focused in his words. Morpheus was not a verbal person, so, listening his voice was appealing. She continued licking his skin while she went down with his hand to play with his member. Peitho was not a person to see: she was the show, so, she will give that man something to see. She wanted he imagined he can have her, and in the end discover that was not possible. Cruel, but exactly the envy what she knew Morpheus liked it. "What exactly what need to do, love?" She said drowned in the pleasure to stimulate him.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus smirked at the outside view of neighbors, and the curious pointing at their apartment. He was sure they believed the two didn’t plan it, but it didn’t matter. The light strokes of Peitho's fingers against his member brought his attention squarely on her. He licked his lips, humming as she had him roused. “Show them what they’re missing.” Morpheus bent his head down, catching Peitho’s lips in a kiss as his hands roamed down her front and sides. They would get a show, but he simply craved Peitho--with or without the audience.
PEITHO: They were darkness. Not like they were evil but their souls were into darkness because was their nature. Peitho was no related with the concepts of good or evil, she only believed the life was for people like her, like Morpheus: capable to live in darkness and take the advantage. But when they were together is like both darkness could create light, fire, burn Paris with the fact they were only touching. Everybody could see it, and feel envy because nobody could love in darkness and create light, only Morpheus and Peitho. She returned the kiss with all the passion what darkness and light could give. She put her leg on his waist giving proper space to maneuver. Morpheus had to hold Peitho's body as she took his member and helped him to go inside. He would have to do the heavy work with his legs as she passed her arms for his back to maintain the delicate equilibrium. With him inside she bit her lip and just moaned softly, as the night before.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus did not like being the jealous type. It drained him whenever he felt the need to bring an angry foot forward. But to be envied? To have strangers who didn't know you on a personal level crave the life you have, the wealth you have, the lover you have? That he soaked up like a sponge. Morpheus held a firm grip on Peitho's leg, pressing a palm against the window to keep him balanced as Peitho wrapped her arms around him, settling onto his member. He continued to kiss her deeply as he began to move inside her steadily. Quiet groans were stifled his lips were pressed against Peitho's soft ones. They might have had an audience, but in the moment he thought they were alone and simply in tuned with one another.
PEITHO: Peitho craved be with Morpheus because the world disappeared when she was with him. Not only making love, when they were together talking, or eating, or just sleeping, the world disappeared. The only moment when that happened was when she was writing or when she was dancing. These were three things in her life: write, dance, love. And she had them. And she was writing in Morpheus' skin when she nailed his skin on his back, they were dancing together with every movement on her hips, finding the perfect pace. And they loved each other with perfect devotion in every kiss, when he could feel her agitated breathe. The world disappeared and she didn't care who was watching.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus could feel her breath on his skin every time they pulled apart for a second to catch some air. They were originally doing this for the audience outside, but the god merely wanted to relish the pleasure as they moved in sync, keeping Peitho pressed closed to him. He hissed feeling her nails drag down his back, but it only told him to keep going pressing into her further as a low, husky moan left his lips, completely enraptured by Peitho--greedy for her love.
PEITHO: She was not sure exactly who were watching, and honestly she didn't care. The simply idea to be in public was exciting not because a vouyeristic side of her, it was the idea to have nothing to hide. Peitho had no need to hide she was in love with Morpheus, that was the real reason because she put the challenge on the table. She loved his capacity to want more, be greedy in life, want more from her. And she was in disposal to create an entire universe of pleasure if that was what he wanted. Feeling his moans she only continued moving, feeling the heat in the center, nowing she would try to wait but she was close. He was an amazing lover with the proper effect on her body.
MORPHEUS: He was a difficult God. Pasithea always told him that and while Morpheus was inclined to agree it was simply the fact that no one could match him. He didn't have lovers in his Greek life because no one enticed him, intrigued him. Luck blessed him by crossing paths with a goddess he never knew existed until Denmark. He was reaching his end, drunk off the passion and love he had for the goddess wrapped around him. His hand slipped slightly from the window due to sweat but he kept moving, pressing a fiery kiss against her lips and nibbling on the bottom as his pace was at its fastest.
PEITHO: Peitho corresponded the kiss, every movement what Morpheus did, feeling complete. That was the issue, she felt complete only when she could be with him. Even when she was with her sisters, or when she had other lives, she knew she missed something if she was not close to Morpheus. Make love was the physical demostration of what she felt, but was not the only. She only wanted to share every instant with him, no matter what they do. That was the reason because she loved make plans, get money from people, or have a breakfast. With his lips on hers, she moaned in extasis, feeling her muscles react in pleasure, she reached the climax without avoid it.
MORPHEUS: The feverish kisses kept him going, but he was caught up in Peitho's presence and love. He would miss this, not just the sex but simply being around Peitho made living in the human world that much more interesting and exciting. He felt her tighten around him, pushing him over the edge as his body shuddered and one last moan left his lips. "What a way to spend the morning." He sighed, slipping out of her and placing Peitho onto the ground. Morpheus gave a half heartedly salute to the onlookers before giving his full attention to the goddess. "Parisians...they always love a good show."
PEITHO: Peitho felt how Morpheus reached the same state with her. She would miss him so much. Even she regretted the idea to the fight, that will be hard. But she knew she was a great actress and he would be really happy with the money. That is all what she wanted, make Morpheus happy because he was making her happy. She laughed with the phrase, leaning on her back on the floor. In these moments she felt like a goddess, admired an loved. When she saw Morpheus salute the spectators she laughed loud. "And we provided the best." She took his hand still seeing him. "My god." She said smiling, feeling a love what made her heart feel close to explode. "You make me happy."
MORPHEUS: He was having fun watching the onlookers still gazing at them, wondering if they would see a second act. Morpheus laughed knowing he was fine with their intimate moments being just that--the two of them and no one else intruding on their time. The soft grasp of his hand caught his attention and he glanced down at Peitho with a tender smile, feeling the same as her. "And so do you, my dear." He tugged on her, using it as an anchor to pick her up into his arms. Walking away from the window, Morpheus weaved through the doors before reaching the bathroom and gently putting Peitho back onto the ground. "Coming?" He asked, waltzing into the bathroom and turning on the faucet to let the water run.
PEITHO: Peitho let Morpheus take her body and lift her off the floor. She felt so protected when he takes her in his arms. She felt as the princess, as the queen she went long time ago, on his side. And she had his king. She was thinking in take water, and maybe a nap, but when she saw the path what Morpheus took she knew what would happen. They had such energy. She only stood in the wall, bitting a lip, seeing his body. She was in love with his soul, but that didn't mean she couldn't not admire him. For some reason Peitho believed the body was also an expression of what they are. "Why?" She said teasing. "Do you need help?" She said playing with her hair. Peitho was the goddess of seduction, of course the situation was seductive, but the sexiness came from Morpheus. And in her mind was not the idea to repeat what they did all night and morning, she only wanted to kiss every inch of his skin.
MORPHEUS: "Need help?" He laughed as the water continued to run until the bath was filled. "Do I look like one of those old men always nearby wanting a taste of you?" The God was merely joking before taking a step into the tub, his toes willing as the warmth was well needed. Morpheus enjoyed their times in bed, but he enjoyed the ones in the bathtub more for its simplicity. Taking a seat in the expansive tub built for two, he extended a hand for Peitho to take. "Unless you don't want to join me?"
PEITHO: She laughed again. "We are timeless." She walked slowly where he was. "And you are so fucking hot..." She was not sure how Morpheus will react to her words, but she wanted to tell him all, express in so many ways how she was in love, and she was his. Peitho was surrendered to him, without excuses. She took his hand and entered to the bathtub, feeling the hot water in her skin. She bent and kissed his lips, slowly, tasting his skin. She had no rush, that was a free day. "Top? Or back?" She was thinking how please to Morpheus, in the end was his idea.
MORPHEUS: Those were words he didn't expect to hear. At least not when they weren't having sex, but the spontaneity was appreciated and Morpheus laughed, accepting the compliment with a toothy grin. He grasped her hand, helping her into the tub and readily accepting the light kiss. "Top." His hands wrapped around her waist and pulling her down. "I want to see your face...and all of you."
PEITHO: Peitho loved listen Morpheus laugh. And also, she loved the sensation to be herself, no matter what. She was a complicated goddess, with a tricky background. Being one of 3000, she never had the opportunity to be herself, only when she wanted something and she was persuading the person. She didn't need to persuade Morpheus, they were couple, equals, lovers. She only could be herself. She smiled and accomodated her body top of him, seeing how the water was falling on the floor. She only could laugh. "This is not easy, by the way..." She was seeing him. "I'd like this day were forever..." She kissed his lips again.
MORPHEUS: "When do we ever do things the easy way?" The water toppled over, spilling onto the floor as they sat in the bathtub together. They were making a mess, but messes could be cleaned up at another time. For now, all Morpheus wanted to relax, to feel Peitho's wet skin underneath his fingertips and simply gaze at her. Their faces changed from every lifetime but Morpheus had yet to see Peitho look anything but radiant. "It would be nice," he said before cupping her cheeks and kissing her back. His hands slid down until they wrapped around her waist as he nibble on her bottom lip, wanting her mouth to be parted.
PEITHO: "Never. And we have the best results." She kissed softly his lips after the answer, and just relaxed closing her eyes. She wanted to feel him, enjoy the touch. She corresponded the kiss without breaking the moment, only kissing him back and roaming her fingertips for his chest, playing with the movement of the water and his skin. Morpheus was really handsome in that life, and was hers.
MORPHEUS: He smiled into the kiss feeling her hand against his chest as the water sloshed about. His fingers felt the bumps of her spine, the slickness of the hair now stuck to her back as they were touched with water. Peitho's lips still as soft as ever as the kiss deepened. She had him, Morpheus thought. She had him completely--ever devoted to her in this life as well as in the past. And when they broke their kiss to catch some air he said it again: "I love you."
PEITHO: Peitho always thought what would happen if they had known before. Maybe they hadn't live with so intensity their love. Their personal stories were complicated, but the only constant, was know they had each other. She was his, no matter what, no matter when. Listening his words were honey. She only smiled searching again his lips, tasting again these words in every movement. In the kiss she put the love she felt, while she was still with her fingers close to his heart. That heart of gold what she was the only who knew it.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus found in this life he said the words more times than ever. His love never dies in the previous, but Charles was a more vocal man of his personal feelings than Cnut and Jack. His fingers reached up to her hair, entangled in the threads as their fervent kisses were a representation of that love. They were supposed to get clean, wash up and get ready for the day but time was kind to the both and allowed them to be wrapped up by the other.
PEITHO: Peitho was the master of the words, for some reason she was a writer almost in any life, and she always had a diary, no matter what. But Morpheus was quiet. Strangely in this life, he talked. And he said these three important words what she wanted always to hear. She moaned, in a different kind of pleasure, feeling his fingers on her hair. In reaction, she kissed him, passing her lips for his chin, touching the incipient beard, going down for his neck, taking time to know him again, to discover him again. Because he was magnificent, and she never felt tired to know Morpheus, every inch.
MORPHEUS: The water had cooled and yet it didn't matter to Morpheus as he craned his neck to the side, feeling the warm kisses scattered down his jaw and neck. A husky groan that felt as if it was buried in his chest left his mouth while his hands continued to feel the slick ends of her hair. The day had simply started and already he was hoping that it would stay morning forever just so they could be enamored with one another. His hands slipped away from her hair and slid down, nestling on her lower back as her mere presence captivated him.
PEITHO: She felt every breath from his chest, including his groan. Peitho was focused on him, she didn't realize the water was cold, and for a moment she forgot even the day. In her world he was the only present, he was her king. The kisses were soft and sweet, drawing the line of his chin, approaching to his ear, letting him listen her breathe, the rhythm of her chest. She returned to search his lips, this time the kiss was more passionate, using her tongue to enter while her hands returned to his chest and touched his abdomen. She was creating an image she could remember the days they would be apart.
MORPHEUS: The soft brushes of her lip against his earlobe spun his heart as he ached to hear more of her. Her voice, silky and seductive never stopped drawing his attention. Her breathing was right to his ear as his hands slipped away from her lower back, moving until they rested on top of each thigh softly as their kisses grew fiery. The passion was there as their tongues touched. Relentless was their love, even when they were soon to be miles apart there would be no one in that time to get even close to Morpheus. She was his everything.
PEITHO: She was enchanted with his touch. His hands were soft in her lower back, he took care of her. And always was in that way. Morpheus was her everything, all what she wanted. They lips were tangled, searching each other with passion, her fingers played in the line of his pelvis, still drawing the picture she wanted to keep in her mind. They were so into each other. Needing to breathe, Peitho separated and saw him, all was in her eyes. She choose him, she will chose him for the eternity. He was her home, the only place where she wanted to be. And they always, would conquer the world in their way. Her hands were only touching, sending electric waves to his skin, and she again, put her lips on his skin, now one shoulder, exploring as a little girl what was knowing a body for first time: Morpheus was new every time, and was her old lover, every life.
MORPHEUS: His back sat against the porcelain, stroking her skin and tracing shapes with the tip of the finger. Morpheus said nothing, but watched her head move forward, the soft touches of her lips against his shoulder while his hand became pressed against her stomach. He relished the time with her as his head rolled back and allowed his eyes to close and drift into thoughts of just Peitho.
PEITHO: Every moment with Morpheus was different. Every moment she was marveled with the complexity of the god. Others could believe he was cold. Others he was just greedy. In Peitho's eyes he was fire, intelligence, life, love. And she was privileged to know him. That was what she was doing, in her own way. She needed to touch for recognize. Her mouth was in his shoulders and her lips traveled for his collarbone slowly, feeling the wet skin and the warm of his body, while she stretched her arm until her had could touch the lower part of his neck, feeling his hair. She had all the time in the world for him.
MORPHEUS: His eyes were still closed and all he could see was the red from the rays of sun spilling into the room from the high window. A soft hum
MORPHEUS: A soft hum began as the tunes of Paris came to mind while they sat, bodies pressed together as he felt the grace of Peitho's fingertips on his lower neck. His own fingers roamed up her chest, brushing past her breasts as he twisted his head to press a gentle kiss on her wrist.
PEITHO: Maybe the water was cold, but she felt warm close to Morpheus. Still in that universe they created where they were together, even she could dare they were touching their souls. She had still the image of his true self, what she saw in the ivory door, and she was sure he was there, and she was touching him. Her lips stopped in a soft space in the collarbone and his neck, she twisted her tongue in that little point, while he kissed her wrist. Then, her other hand traveled again down, touching one of his sides, slowly, searching his legs.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus forgot that they were in the bathtub, that water had covered the floor from their movements. A soft rumble in his chest turned into another groan as any stress locked in his body merely melted. There was nothing he wanted more than to stay side by side with Peitho. If their luck kept going the way it was, he was sure they'd meet again in the next lifetime and continue their devilish ways full of charm, wit and love. He kiss her wrist again, taking hold of it so his lips could kiss each one of her knuckles. Marriage wasn't on their minds, but Morpheus had the thought of one day slipping a ring on her finger just as he did when they ruled the Scandinavian countries.
PEITHO: Peitho found for first time in that little game hard to concentrate. His lips in her wrist were distracting and for some reason, she wanted to see him, but she also wanted to listen more of his moans. His voice, was something what no matter the body, she could identify anywhere. She was tangled with him in soul, beyond blood. They were married once, she was his wife, at least in Peitho's mind, she didn't need more. She sighed, stopping what she was doing with her mouth and put her forehead in his chest for a moment, feeling the water in her face, feeling his kisses on her knuckles, she was always surrendering to him, with pleasure.
MORPHEUS: The hand that he toyed with was his focus as after he kissed each knuckle did his own fingers thread together with Peitho's, locking them together. Their personalities meshed together, harmonized into something that translated well in the human world. Morpheus didn't care to meet other gods, not even any of the olympians despite their high status. He simply cared for his family and no one else. Meeting Peitho took his path on a new direction and the love he felt for her could not be replicated for anyone else. His free hand pulled back the wet hair behind her ear before he leaned down to press a tender kiss to her temple. He watched as the droplets from their skin fell back into the tub water, creating small ripples that mesmerized as continued to cradle his goddess close to his chest.
PEITHO: After to be in the water for a moment, she raised her head, with her eyes closed, feeling all the drops falling. She focused in his lips, in every kiss what Morpheus was giving to her. She received them as a gift, from the past, to the future. She will never found somebody like him, she didn't want other men or women. Other lovers were like ashes compared to Morpheus. She felt his hand, his kiss, that love was sometimes made him possess her body with violence, sometimes, just kiss her temple with all the respect. With the hug, she kissed again his chest, and felt the sound of his heart. Then, she put her ear, and listened the sound of his music. A tear appeared on her eyes, confusing with water. She was happy and complete, even she felt she never was broken. With Morpheus she was brand new.
MORPHEUS: There was no exact song that he was humming, they were simply random notes strung together to create a melody. He stroke her back slowly, keeping his head lowered and close to her. He didn't want time to keep going, but the day was still bright and they had much to do before the day they parted for a brief time. "We'd better get out soon," he whispered, his lips still brushed up by her earlobe. "Hard to leave though..."
PEITHO: Still listening his heart, she listened that thing what Morpheus did, humming a song. She smiled in the extasis of happiness. But then she listened his voice. "Soon, not immediately." She knew Morpheus was right, they had things to do, but she didn't want to leave him. "Do you know, don't?" She said with her eyes closed. "Do you know what we have is stronger than the universe, than other gods, than the past and the future?" She raised her head. "And I am yours, always." Peitho had a lot of faces, Morpheus knew all of them. But that one, these eyes, are only for him, because she couldn't see somebody with the love she had for him. The only pure love she could feel.
MORPHEUS: Her words--spoken with a silvery tone was nothing but the truth and he knew it. Their jealousy was at its high even when the other was pinned together, their love was ecstasy and passion whirled in a pleasurable mix. A finger twirled a piece of hair around before they looked at one another, their eyes gazing back at one another. He took a hold of her chin, rubbing her skin with a gentle caress. "I know." It was all he needed to say, pecking her lips for what seemed to feel as if it was the last time. He knew better. They would never stop holding onto the other.
PEITHO: Peitho didn't need more. She didn't want more. Two words. Combined with the other three he told. That was enough. That was everything. She was loved. And truth love was respect, was sex, was help, was work, was money, was greed, was seduction. And she had it all. She kissed his lips and just, suddenly, all the passion returned to her body, the kiss converted in some violent expression of possesion. She stopped. "And you are mine. I don't want to see you with other woman after our fight... I don't care." She was not possessive... Usually, but she couldn't avoid it in that moment. She returned to kiss him, being a lioness, climbing until sat on his legs. She was just that, changing, revolution, seduction. All in one body. And Morpheus was her god. Nobody can't touch him.
MORPHEUS: He didn't have a chance to wipe away the water on his face as their lips crashed against one another. A fiery passion ensued and Morpheus gripped her waist as she climbed on top of him, furthering the kiss that was a divine sensation. Peitho didn't need to speak with her demands of total monogamy. There was no one--mortal or God who could take his attention or love away from her. "No one, you hear me, no one will be with me because all I want is you." He said with a bit of sternness, because Morpheus didn't want anyone else. His goddess was in his lap and when they had to part he would still be connected with her by their souls.
PEITHO: The game, Peitho was always playing, and that was exactly what was happening on the bathtub. She realized they not only were completely wet, the bathroom was a mess, but who cares? Every second mattered between them. She felt pleased with the answer, she knew what Morpheus said, but she always needed the words. "Good. Barcelona is waiting, we need to do this there... In cold water with hot weather..." She kissed his lips again, claiming what was hers. "Now... I need a real shower, or make love to you again... is a hard choice, believe me..." Peitho teased Morpheus, she was thinking in the shower but she was curious what he would say.
MORPHEUS: "Yes, yes. Barcelona and all of Spain are waiting for us to arrive." Morpheus brushed his hair back, letting his arm lean out of the tub, dripping more water onto the floor as another kiss was placed on his lips. He laughed listening to the options presented as they always had time to make love in their crazy schedules. Waving a finger, he shook his head knowing what was the better option. "The problem is that you said 'or' as if we can only do one or the other." A cheshire grin graced his face. "We're multitaskers, we can both."
PEITHO: And Peitho was surprised. Morpheus maybe was not a talker but he was always full of ideas. And she loved him for that and more. He was always surprising her, with him on her side, life was anything, less boring. Her face reflected for few seconds her surprise, he deserved that little victory. She kissed his lips with the emotion of the new perspective. "Is your idea, you are in charge." She whispered and after, she stood giving to him the space to do the same and manage the entire situation.
MORPHEUS: Victory was his as he saw the few seconds of a stunned look on Peitho's face. Even when they knew each other for so long they could still provide an adventure and excitement no matter the era. He accepted the kiss and waited briefly while Peitho stood up from the bathtub before he did the same as well. Pulling the cord needed to turn on the shower, the water began to fall over them as Morpheus put his hands on her waist, having Peitho face forward. "I'll help you first," he whispered in her ear--lathering up some soap before his hands went to her shoulders. A bit of a massage and he started to wash her forearms. His own body was pressed behind her, lips affixed to the base of her neck.
PEITHO: As she gave him the control the situation Peitho just waited and closed her eyes. She gave to him her back feeling the water falling over the body. She hold herself putting her hands of the wall and bitting her lip in expectation. Then she realized something: "I said make love to you..." Her heart began to rise the beat with his lovely touch. "But for the situation I see you will make love to me... Do you like it?" The question was only an invitation to seduce her with words, something inevitable with Peitho.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus uttered a soft hum that could barely be heard over the water. He remembered her word and yet the position they were in now said otherwise. He chuckled, rubbing the soap onto her back as his teeth nipped at her skin on the shoulder. "I can't help it, love." His tone was soft and husky, the hands still covered with soap slide around her lower stomach rubbing in a circular motion before they glided up to her breasts and did the exact same thing. "When I'm near you I want to touch you, and hear you. I simply want to love you every hour of the day." Morpheus muttered pressing a kiss right along her jaw.
PEITHO: She couldn't enjoy more the situtation, it's like they had a hunger for each other what would never be satisfied. She shared the laugh with him and answered in the end. "I am not complaining... Not at all". Something in his tone of voice, always being husky in this kind of situations, was charming. Even the voice changed, that never changed at all. "Hear me..." She repeated the words between moans, still with the eyes closed. "Let's make some noise then..."
MORPHEUS: "No?" The small lilt in his voice as he ask the question, but his mind and eyes were focused on the body in front of him. "We can change if you want." He was a fan of their multitasking, basking in the quiet moans that befell Peitho's lips every so often. It was a symphony to his ears as his head never moved away from her neck and face, whispering carefully in her ear. "So long as I get to touch you." The wet skin pressed against the lips, causing him to mark her with small nips while his hands groped for her thighs, slipping a hand between her legs.
PEITHO: Peitho didn't want to open her eyes because she was focused in feel and be in the moment. How easily was be in that place where she was only with Morpheus, the real love of her life. "No." She whispered, with the water on her face. "You are marvelous..." Not only what he was doing, Morpheus was really marvelous. She bit her lip beginning to feel the desire inside, that need to be touched, as he knew what she was craving, she only helped him opening slowly her legs, as a guide where he wanted to go and she was desiring to feel his fingers. She tried to slide her hand touching without see, she felt the skin of his leg, and she just touched him, needed the connection.
MORPHEUS: The water covered their bodies, washing away the soap and allowing it to circle down the drain. Morpheus leaned his head on her shoulder, feeling her legs separate just slightly and allowing his hand to slip closer to her center. "As are you," he muttered against her skin. There was never a better time to kiss her neck, to graze his lips against the bottom of her ear, memorizing her soft skin and the way she cooed so it would be burned in his brain. A low hum rumbling in his chest, feeling her hands on him while he rubbed her slowly, teasing her with deft skills.
PEITHO: The bodies interlaced and she began to forget the boundaries between them. When they were together, she felt she was not sure where she finished, she wanted to be one with him. Not only the connection what be together gave to them, their souls. They maintained their independency and at the same time they were capable to be alone. Her hand was the connection she could have while she was trying to stand without fall of pleasure, because not also she was feeling his fingers with the usual ability, she could feel his excitation in her lower back. She only lost on him, breathing slowly, letting know to Morpheus he was just pleasing her.
MORPHEUS: The thought of a convincing fight was far away, pocketed in the back of his mind while all thoughts, feelings and emotions were with Peitho. How her shoulders rose and sank in a cadence--parted lips that puffed out small gasps of breath as his fingers played with her clit, light touches that moved in a circular motion as his desire grew and the love he felt for Peitho continued to pump the blood that ran through his heart. Love was a concept for the god, a notion that had no purpose with him until it grabbed his heart in their first lives together and merely blossomed over the ages.
PEITHO: Nobody was there, only them. Peitho had different faces and even when she was compassionate, also had the egocentric side. Nobody cared for her before, no even her family, until she knew Morpheus. And she understood what she was searching trying to persuade everybody to be on her side, was love. And he loved her. And she loved him. The world could burn then. Suddenly, he touched her spot and she moaned, this time loud, wanting to feel everything. "I am yours..." She told as a mantra she repeated all the time when she was with him. "I am yours..." Because Peitho was his and she had no fear to tell him, over and over.
MORPHEUS: The way she cooed and moaned was like a talented pianist gracefully gliding their hands across the ivory keys. Peitho's moans were like silvery bells ringing in his ear, a signal to him to continue moving his fingers around her, before a finger slipped inside of her, moving it at a teasing pace. Morpheus answered her words with a soft kiss against the corner of her lips. She was his. Possession in a way and Morpheus was only Peitho's. He was taken, claimed for by a goddess that was truly an unknown diamond that he cared for like no other. She had his love, his life.
PEITHO: Morpheus treated Peitho as a princess, as his queen. Since the beginning. Since the moment they knew each other in the old Norway. He was a gentleman. And he was such a lover. All in the same soul. She didn't avoid to really make noises of pleasure, she promised to him Morpheus would listen her. She hold from his leg and the wall, feeling the kiss, feeling all his body close. "I..." She knew what she wanted to say but found hard to speak because her body was claiming to her brain stop to think. She only could breathe and scream feeling his finger. "I am yours..." Finally, the last phrase, full of lust.
MORPHEUS: "I know." It was all he had to say. The only person who knew him outside of his mother and brothers was Peitho. She understood him better every lifetime they met. Vice versa he understood the seductive goddess so well. When she kissed him with lasting passion Morpheus knew that was her way of showing her love. The gasps and moan coupled with a scream as he moved his finger at a fast pace was confirmation of the desire they felt for one another. His free hand trickled up her body, rubbing her nipples as he knew better it was her favorite body part. He wanted her to feel pleasure, to get to point of ecstasy because Morpheus only wanted to please her.
PEITHO: That was all what she wanted to hear. All she wanted to know. He was her family. Morpheus took Peitho as she was, with all the pains and sorrows she had from the past. And he knew the true self behind the goddess, because she had nothing to hide. Never. With the game on her body, his fingers in her sensitive parts she believed she couldn't stand in her feet and her hand pressed firmly his leg. But she wanted he felt pleasure too, both, together. "Take me." She said. "Feel me." The point was make love, together. As they did everything in every single life.
MORPHEUS: He wasn't as open as he was in this lifetime. It took him some time to trust her when they first met. Cautious and distant turned into love and wanting to never leave Peitho's side. Morpheus didn't have to feel pleasure, he simply wanted to give his lover an unforgettable experience and let her sway with an enraptured feeling in the pit of her stomach. But the gasped suggestions, the commands he followed because of the love held for her was all he needed before his fingers slipped out, replaced with his member as he slowly entered her from behind and the hand on her breasts now held her chin--twisting her face so their lips could touch in a heated kiss. They conned together, lived together and made love together. A cycle that was anything but vicious, but simply splendid.
PEITHO: She lived so many lifes. She knew the first moment she saw Morpheus, never would be easy with him, but why want something easy in the end? Peitho was searching adventures, and a real partner. She found everything and more in Morpheus. Including somebody with she could explode that thirst she felt for new things. She was greedy too, but in a different way. Peitho cried out feeling he inside her body, he was marvelous with his fingers, but nothing replaced that connection she felt with him inside. She kissed him with passion as she felt him over her body. Morpheus was doing almost all the work, for the position she was, but he chose and she enjoyed all.
MORPHEUS: Their environment always changed. Love of Norway and the rest had shifted into the open seas, of smelling nothing but the sweet salty air as the sails were pulled open. Adventurous in almost every life, he had come to known Peitho as being someone who was on his level. The same pedestal and then some. Morpheus didn't just actively look for his mother in new lifetimes--he looked for the goddess who stole his heart. He listened to the passionate cries of Peitho, kissing her back with intensity as he moved into her with a quickened pace. His hands roamed her wet skin, resting on her waist to keep them both from falling over as the pleasure washed over them.
PEITHO: They were always craving something. In the end Morpheus and Peitho were not different because they wanted the same: a family, a place where they could belong. She knew he missed his mother, he knew she missed her sisters. But they found each other and they had what they wanted. And in her eyes, she always had more. With every kiss she felt in her back she reafirmated all what she thought and she lived close to Morpheus: they were made for each other, no matter the life. And their bodies, even when were different, she felt they were perfect with every movement he did inside. And she was expressing it with every sound.
MORPHEUS: The falling water blinded Morpheus, his vision blurry from the droplets, but the god didn't need his sight in that moment. He felt Peitho with his body pressed against her, his hands remembering her current shape--wet skin that was soft and silky. Lips that were plump, brushed against his own lips with ardor. Morpheus had his ears, the sounds of every moan and cry ringing clear above the shower as they moved in sync, rocking their hips back and forth as his own moans became a part of the euphonious orchestra they were creating with their mouths. Morpheus didn't count the times they made love as the number didn't represent how infatuated he was with the seductress. Numbers, graphs, statistics. None of it showed the risks he would always take to keep Peitho by his side.
PEITHO: Peitho loved the contact of his wet skin with hers. It was soft but at the same time burn, deeply. Is like a chemical reaction what she couldn't avoid, and she didn't want it. She knew they had a rhythm what belonged only to them and with every movement she sync her voice, asking for more, desiring more. She was not sure how they maintained the life they had, they made love so many times, and they did plans, and they worked, and almost they didn't sleep because is like they had no time and the time was only for them. Happiness, their energy came from happiness. She moved her hand and took his, putting in her chest, she wanted he could feel her heart close to explode from the pleasure he was giving to her, because she knew she was close to explode. Pleasure, Happiness. It was the same.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus was an individual, a god who didn’t bow to anyone and only looked at the so-called Olympians as nuisances rather than gods above him. And yet, he was glad to be tethered so close to Peitho. He followed her as much as she followed him and at times they walked side by side. When she asked for more in a breathy voice he readily complied, moving faster as moans fell from his lips. He loved Peitho so much it was almost a curse on his heart--his willingness and possessiveness thrived with the darkness as the god would do anything for the goddess. He felt her hand cradled his own, pressing it against her heart as he was sure that he could feel the fast beats of her heart. They were in bliss as Morpheus pressed his forehead against hers, nearly reaching his peak as the love remain steadfast in his heart.
PEITHO: Peitho tried to maintain her distance with other gods what were no titans. Not only because they are not part of her family, she was the opposite to war, she was persuasion, seduction. She was convinced everybody was losing their time. She felt bonded to Morpheus for that reason, she knew he was not interested in other people, except her. And she loved that kind of adoration. She was sure he loved her so much, but also, she was cursed with that love she felt for him, what made her desire be on her side no matter what. Her heart rised and arrived the fastest rhythm at the same time her senses increased in the pleasure. Peitho found difficult stand because her knees felt weak. He knew her as nobody. Morpheus knew how please her, and in the end, she felt loved as nobody loved her. Nobody can love her like Morpheus does.
MORPHEUS: Their bodies pressed together, he could feel her legs shaking a bit. Morpheus’ grip on her waist only tightened, keeping Peitho from falling as his kisses trailed down to her neck. He caught droplets of water in his mouth as his lips parted with every husky groan that came. His body ached with pleasure and fatigue mixed together into a feeling of complete ecstasy. Morpheus couldn’t keep it up forever and his body spasm as the orgasm washed over him, causing him to release himself while his lips were affixed to Peitho’s skin. It didn’t matter whether this would be their 200th time making love or the first--the feeling of being with the goddess was magical everytime.
PEITHO: She was recovering her breath and strength when she felt his kisses. Peitho learnt to not ask anymore why, she couldn't understand the force what was between them, but she knew she couldn't live without that love, she didn't want to live without that love. And more when Morpheus gave himself with body and soul. The sensation to feel his pleasure and his seed inside her was enough and she was sure they created a private paradise every moment they could be together. Even when her body was tired, her soul was shinning. "You are amazing." She finally said smiling. "Even when I am a writer, I have no words for what you make me feel Morpheus." She exploded in a laugh in the end. "You are everything to me."
MORPHEUS: He buried his head into the crook of her neck, his chest heaving and trying to gain some breath after their love making. Morpheus had a wide grin on his face, laughing beside Peitho as she complimented him. “I’m sure you’ll find the right words someday. When you do let me know,” he teased. Reaching over to the faucet, he shut down the water,wrapping his arms around her lower stomach and simply enjoying being with Peitho. “The day awaits us love, we have plans to set in motion.” Slipping out of her, he carefully stepped out of the tub, stretching out his aching limbs before extending a hand out to her. “Shall we?”
PEITHO: His breath in her wet skin was the indication Morpheus was satisfied, the only thought brought a curve on her lips. They were a marvelous couple, one between millons, unique. "Are you putting a challgenge on me?" She couldn't avoid it, and she never will because she loved the games between them. It was a shame couldn't be united more but Morpheus was right. "Yes love." She said passing a last time for the water before to close the faucet. Then she put her hand on his but again, she just climbed his neck and gave to Morpheus a kiss. "We need a fight to plan. And will be hard."
MORPHEUS: Morpheus was quick to raise a brow and smirk at her defiance. "A challenge? Why yes, my dear I believe it." He had a grasp on her hand, but just as quickly the feeling slipped out of his grip as he felt Peitho arms attached to his neck. “We have been conning people longer than they’ve known life. I’m sure we can handle it.” His confidence was brewing, but it was natural considering how much experience they had on their plate. They knew how to control armies and take over countries, how to plunder the seas and steal from boats. The two of them were champions of power and theft and in this life it would not change. “What should the fight be about is our first issue. The rest will follow along like dominoes.”
PEITHO: Peitho thought that challenge would be something different she lived before. Was a words challenge and she was not sure if she could win. She was the best in seduction, but she always felt insecure when was about writing. And what they felt for each other was something from centuries. "I accept." But she couldn't refuse. She needed to find the words for the love they felt. She sighed, searching the towel to dry their sking. She had an idea but she was not sure if Morpheus would accept... and if she liked it. "The only what I am pretty sure we can fight and would be believable is, a woman, other woman." She passed the towel for her face. "I know, you are mine. But the girls know that is the only thing I can't forgive, and is a excuse to search support in other arms."
MORPHEUS: Morpheus smirked knowing that the two rarely ever backed down from a challenge. They thrived barrelling through difficult obstacles and coming out as the victor every time. They were naturally winners despite what could be thrown at them. “Good to hear.” He stepped out from the tub, shaking the excess water from his hair and slicking it back out of his eyes. His ears twitched listening to the idea presented. Facing Peitho a stubborn frown appearing on his face. Morpheus was not a cheater. Never had been and never would be. The idea of juggling multiple lovers was not worth his time and he only needed one person to hold his love. Letting out a heavy sigh, he rubbed his forehead glancing at Peitho with a bit of reluctance. “This is the only option we have to make it work?”
PEITHO: Peitho melted with his smile. It was the sign he was enjoying her company, it was the sign he was happy, and that was the only what she wanted. She corresponded the smile thinking how find the proper words for Morpheus, maybe she would need a new notebook. Peitho knew he wouldn't like her proposal. She approached to him with the towel and began to dry his chest, it was a good excuse to touch him again. "I am not saying you have to go out with other person. In fact, that will be the real discusion: you defending yourself, me accusing you. After, I will tell I discovered I was wrong and I will do everything to have you on my side." She smiled. "You will make me pay my mistake, right?" She was playing again. Maybe Morpheus liked this new game she had in mind, the masquerade. The only what she didn't like it was be apart, but she won't be away from him after that trap, they would have enough money to live together all the time.
MORPHEUS: Morpheus in the past did not let his emotions seep into the world. He was calmer and patient, but Charles had another outlook. There was no one more he loved than Peitho and his love was quite possessive than in the past. His displeasure was duly noted at the thought of even being rumored to have strayed from his love. But the plan was brilliant and Peitho was a grand schemer on par with him. "Yes, it's a smart plan, we should do it." He glanced down at her as she wiped away the water from his chest. Morpheus touched the hand close to him, lifting it up to his lips as he listened to her speak. A light kiss on her knuckles, his eyes faced her. "I will. When I see you in Barcelona..."
PEITHO: Something changed in Morpheus in this time. Not like he was more emotional, but being Charles made him possessive. And Peitho enjoyed it. That possession, that hunger, she felt desired until the bone and sometimes, when she was without Morpheus, she desired see him only to see him claim her as his. She understood he was not comfortable, but even she was playing with all the cards. "Use what you feel." She let him manage her body, his body. "Use that rage in the fight. Think in that moment you are claiming for me. And every word I would say, even if is a no, will be a yes for you. I am yours." She kissed him. "And we will be Barcelona ours, my love." She felt happy, poor miserable man and his bad luck to found two greedy gods in disposal to do everything. She finished to dry her body. "What would you like to do today?" Peitho said, still with energy.
MORPHEUS: The reluctance gradually shifted into willingness the more they conversed about the plan. Morpheus would act his best, putting fire into their little performance that the bystanders and nosy ones would capture the talk and make it spread like wildfire. He was sure that all of Peitho’s admirers would call him a fool to cheat on the eighth wonder of the world. It would only help their cause to get the man’s money and disappear in the middle of the night. “Yes,” he breathed out before finishing to dry himself off. “It doesn’t matter.” The words seemed curt when they came out of his mouth and Morpheus was quick to remedy it. “As long as I can be with you then we can do anything.”
PEITHO: Peitho knew exactly what to say to her god. She knew the words had a proper effect, because she knew Morpheus could be possesive this life, but he was greddy all the time, and they needed to do the fight he wanted the money. She was doing all not only for money, even she thought the money was not the important. She did it because she knew how important was for him. In the end, the most important in her life was the love they had. Even when his words sounded hard, she knew what was behind. Peitho was dry and began to search what to use that day. "Please, move on to better subjects. I want to spend the day doing pleasurable things. With you. Only with you."
MORPHEUS: He ruffled his hair up, using the towel one last time before finally throwing it into the free hamper with ease. "Alright," he whispered, not wanting to start a real fight between them. Morpheus wasn't angry with Peitho--far from it actually. He simply loved her, wanted to be by her side and keep it going in every future lifetime if it was deemed possible by the threads of fate. "I don't have a preference. We can take a walk through the streets, shop for what we want. There are unlimited choices." Morpheus walked through the doorway to their room, heading straight for the closet to grab a suit for the day. "We only have a short time together, so pick what you'd like to do the most."
PEITHO: Peitho was not naive to not know Morpheus was still not so happy with the situation, but he will be when they have the money. And she will reward him with all the love and care in Barcelona. She found a lovely dress to use that afternoon and she liked the idea to go out and walk for the Paris' streets. Also, that would add more drama to the fight, because people would tell they saw them happy the day before. "We can have the walk, and dinner outside. Drink wine all the afternoon and talk about everything... Maybe finish the day in a jazz club." She turned and showed the dress. "What do you think? I want to be gorgeous for you."
MORPHEUS: Morpheus slipped into some boxers before pulling off a tailored suit from the closet. He listened carefully to the day plan Peitho had in mind, nodding to each sentence in agreement. A typical Paris day for them, but one he would cherish more than the others given the time they had with each other was short. Morpheus began to button the dress shirt, turning to see the stunning dress in Peitho's hands. "It's not the dress that makes you gorgeous. You are gorgeous in any dress you wear."
PEITHO: She was not expecting his words. Peitho knew Morpheus could say them and more, but for some reason she could not understand he was always surprising her. She felt loved. Adored. And she felt the same for the god who stole his heart. And again, Peitho has no words for him, the handsome who loved his suits. "We will have the best day what a couple could have." She said putting her dress. "I am yours love. Always. Always." She said while she approached to him. "Zip me up. Later you will take off all the fabrics." She chuclked in the end, happiness was these moments. With Morpheus.
