Self indulegent as ever, since beginning to read any and all Morbius comics I can get my hands on this has been brewing in the back of my mind. You meet Dr. Michael Morbius while working at A.R.M.O.R. ... light fem dom ensues... To be continued!
Michael Morbius would never describe himself as a patient man.
Introspective, yes.
Single-minded, even, perhaps.
Scientific curiosity and personal need had driven him in his early years, to prevent people’s suffering and assuage his own. Since his initial... experiment, the compulsion had turned near all-consuming, while the impatience remained.
And you loved to tempt it.
Michael tested the silk belt robe that bound his wrists to the slatted headboard. He could rip himself from it if he wanted but, he had promised to behave.
You had met each other during his work at A.R.M.O.R., and despite his initial apprehension, Michael had fallen for your charm. Your current romantic attachment was, of course, against department regulation. Not that you cared.
Nothing pleased you more than to pass him in the hallways of the Hollow; brushing past close enough for him to smell your perfume.
“Dr. Morbius”
The tone with which you would address him was always deceptively cool. Much to his chagrin, it had a similar effect to being doused in ice water, sending an electric shiver down his spine. Weeks ago, when you had first asked him out for a date, Michael had been caught so off guard he had only been able to blink at you in surprise. Once emboldened, his answer was obvious. He could hardly refuse, not that he would have wanted to.
While Michael could be coaxed into breaking the rules regarding fraternization at work, he could not be swayed into surrendering his own ethics. He would not drink from you. Despite your openness to the idea, he had politely declined. Michael couldn’t deny, that the thought of feeding during sex was... intoxicating, but the last thing he wanted to do was risk your safety and his sanity. Besides, hiding bloodied teeth marks on your neck was a lot less subtle than covering a bruised love bite.
Now, the hush of the shower could be heard from down the hall. Michael strained briefly against the ties, rolling his shoulders, and readjusting for comfort. You had left him, wrists tied, at half-mast, with just a sheet for cover.
Brief Background: After the assassination of Steve Rogers, Agent Davidson took a break from S.H.I.E.L.D. to recompose herself and fight through her grief. For three months, she stayed away, finding comfort in solitude...and sometimes at the bottom of a bottle.
Then, James Buchanan Barnes became the new star spangled hero and took the title. Given her professional history with Rogers, Acting S.H.I.E.L.D. Director Tony Stark personally requested Davidson to give assistance to the new Captain America and keep tabs on him for Stark, given Rogers' last request. She got herself clean and vowed to help Barnes any way possible.
It's weird for her to see Barnes dressed in the red-white-and-blues though, because she always expects to her dear friend Steve. She only publicly refers to Barnes as "Captain America", but never in private. To her, there was only one Captain, and he is long gone. Despite that, Davidson has the most respect for Barnes and admires him and truly would do anything in her power to help him.
But she's still grieving. Some nights, she still has nightmares about that tragic day, and sometimes feels the itch to drink it away. Still, she continues to fight and carry on--in his memory.
Timeframe: From The Death of Captain America story arc (starting with Captain America vol. 5, issue #25) through the Captain America: Reborn mini-series.
