Flow, Morpheus, Slow
by XMP
Flow, Morpheus, Slow
by XMP
Cat bounced down uncontentedly onto the overstuffed couch in the crowded antechamber of her napping mind. This was just too much! Ok, so she'd had a cup of coffee after noon. Well, maybe it was more like 2 mugs, 3 cups, total. But, Good Golly Miss Molly, that was at 3 pip emma. And the last time she'd checked the clock, it was well after 2 ack emma! He couldn't be so cruel as to keep her in this shallow, restless state all night for that one little offense, could he?
She considered what she knew of the god Morpheus, and reluctantly concluded that, yes, indeed he could. Oh, she knew Morpheus, knew him intimately as only one of his fervent worshippers could. For he'd often come to her in the fastness of the night, thrilling her, chilling her, sending her to the heights of ectasy. But that was long ago, in a far country. And, in a way, that wench was dead.
For she had abandoned him, cleaving to another, more physical, lover and since that time, the god Morpheus had punished her severely, refusing to delight her nights with his visits beyond a certain point. Causing her to awaken frustrated and unfulfilled morning after morning, to the delight of her life-mate.
She ducked out of the sleeping state long enough to check that, indeed, he was soundly asleep. It would be cruelty to inflict her problem on him, although, Cat knew that one thing, and one thing only, could send her deeply asleep into the satisfying oblivious slumber her exhausted body required.
Once more on the couch, she slumped, defeated. Then she became aware of a presence at her right shoulder. Looking around, she smiled to recognize Joxer. This was the first time Morpheus had sent this incarnation to her, usually, he tormented her with Tim O'Neill.
"Hello Joxer," Cat said welcomingly. "I didn't expect to see you tonight. I missed you this weekend, some show about Caesar and Pompey fighting each other." She shrugged, "Like I said, I missed you."
Joxer looked down at her, a little nervously, smillng a bit, "Umm, well, you know, Xena and Gabrielle sometimes need to be alone together. I don't mind. It gives me a chance to do things on my own. Besides, they can be a bit, well, depressing, you know." His head rocked from side to side. Cat thought to herself that his hat wasn't really all that bad, up close and without the tv screen between. The she noticed that he wasn't wearing the so-called spaghetti strainer armour.
Pointing to the tunic, that looked like a crocheted brown net, very attractive, she asked, "That's new, isn't it? I don't think I've seen it before." Joxer puffed up proudly.
"Yep, it's new all right. It's silk, a gift from a friend." He waggled his eyebrows meaningfully and Cat laughed.
"I'm glad. I do worry about you, you know. Always chasing after Gabrielle. I'm happy that you have 'friends'." It was true. Cat had a certain protective sororial feeling for the somewhat clumsy warrior, and she wanted to see him excel. She gestured with one hand. "May I touch it," she asked hesitantly. "I love the way silk feels, you know." He nodded.
"Go ahead," he invited with a tilt of his head. Cat reached up and stroked the silky smooth net of the tunic, enjoying the sensation. As she withdrew her hand, Joxer pointed with his.
"I see that you're wearing a silk shirt, too. Do you mind if I return the favour." Cat looked down in surprise. Sure enough, Morpheus had provided her with her over-sized green silk shirt. She shrugged and grinned in a friendly fashion.
"Be my guest," she returned. Joxer reached out, leaning forward, but he over-balanced himself and fell a little way. Cat's eyes opened wide. Looking down, she cleared her throat. "Ummm, Joxer. I didn't mean there. Perhaps you'd better move your hand," she said, amusement warring with outrage in her voice. Joxer did as she suggested, cupping his hand underneath her breast and squeezing gently. Suppressing a small moan, Cat decided, "Look, I'd love to stay and talk to you, but I need to find Morpheus and beg him to let me get some real sleep. I'm so fed up with this dozing and waking routine. So, if you'll excuse me...?"
Pushing aside the groping hand, Cat stood up, only to discover that Joxer was standing too close to her. Losing her balance, she started to fall backwards onto the couch, grabbing his shoulders for support. But it was a false support and he fell forward on top of her, pinning her down.
"Whoops, sorry," he laughed. Cat put her hands on his shoulders and pushed.
"Let me up. Come on, Joxer, I ..." her words became muffled as the warrior's mouth found her own. She'd always thought of Joxer as Gabrielle's wannabe lover, Xena's fool and sort of like one of her own brothers. What was going on here? Why was he doing this? And what was she doing reacting THIS way. Not to JOXER!
For as his lip clasped on hers, his tongue demanding entry, she found herself rising to meet him, her hands roaming his body as freely as his were over hers. And she could feel that his senses were rising as well. A small, calculating segment of her mind screamed warning. This was one of Morpheus' torments. He'd leave just as she was out of her mind with desire, just like all the rest. But Cat ignored the warning. Let what come come, she thought erratically.
Soon enough, they were both undressed, never difficult in Morpheus' realm, and matters had gone beyond mere politeness. As Joxer's needs grew more pointed, Cat knew that he'd be gone soon, and she surrendered to enjoying the situation as fully as possible. Then, it happened.
As the full impact of what he was actually doing penetrated her, Cat called out, crying to him. She strained up against him as he thrust again and again, faster and faster until the tides of passion crashed over her mind and filled her being with pure sensation.
Cat felt herself slip down, down into the deeper, satisfying sleep of the darkest night. But before she did, she heard Morpheus chuckle with satisfaction. He kissed her cheek gently, and in a quiet voice, warned, "Never, but never, presume on what I will or will not do."
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