It's Not Something I'm Proud Of {Morpheus}

[Ro]

"No, I understand," she said quickly, still refusing to look at him. Despite the topic of conversation, she supposed it was slightly reassuring that he was at least being truthful. What that meant for their relationship, she had no idea, but it probably wasn't much if he still intended to kill her if he didn't erase himself from her memories. Speaking of... "It's just that if you had to, I'd rather you erase your name and not yourself completely. I may complain, but I really like you and it's been a while since I enjoyed someone else's company as much as I enjoy yours."

Ro looke dup at him with lonely eyes now so that he could see the truth in her words, though she doubted they would have any effect. The man was over fourty thousand years old, after all; he'd probably gown use to women long ago.

[Morpheus]

The djinn sighed, watching her with dark eyes before moving over so he could give her a hug, much like a parent reassuring a child. He pulled her into his lap as he sat on the bed, holding her as his lips brushed against her temple. "I do what I have to to survive, much like what you do," he said, knowing that she didn't fully understand what he had done or how much he actually cared for the girl.

Well, cared was the only word he'd use with others, he knew flat out he was in love with her but that would only lead to more trouble and she had long since made it clear that she wouldn't return the feeling, so he was not going to speak of it again.

[Ro]

"I suppose," she said as she leaned into the embrace, toying with the buttons on his shirt. Except that she hadn't killed anyone unless they meant to kill her; Ro had no intention of hurting him, which is what made it worse. So between the memory loss and the potential relieving of her life, she supposed she'd live with having her memories tampered with. "I guess the most I can ask is if you erase my memories, will you introduce yourself again? It would suck to lose both your friendship and my memories, you know," she said with a wry smile.

[Morpheus]

"I suppose I could," he said, rubbing his hands up and down her back, resting his chin on her head as he soothed her. It always bothered people when they heard what djinn would do to protect themselves. "It is self defense, Ro," he said. "I don't expect you to understand, you are not me and I am not you. There are just certain things we will not completely understand about each other, friendship or not."

He was right and spoke the truth, it sucked to hear it, but it would happen. That was life, he supposed, ugliness and beauty.

[Ro]

She shook her head, smiling. "I get it more then you think boyo," she told, pulling away so that he could see she would survive. She always survived; it was what she did best. "But hey, I might never get up the courage to set you free and you'll have to wait for me to die. That way you don't have to mess with my head, yeah?"

It was meager attempt to lighten the mood, but she had to try some how. Things had gotten way too serious for her liking, and as much as she liked when he comforted her like this, she'd much rather have him laughing and teasing her. It seemed more...normal, she supposed.

[Morpheus]

Morpheus grinned, his hands moving around to let his fingers wander over her flesh, his playful banter persona slipping back over him in a heartbeat. "So I suppose this is the point where I mention I never put your clothes back on in my head?" he asked, his face the picture of perfect innocence.

He knew just how to push her buttons and make her yelp, he thought as he bent down to nip at her neck, his lips brushing against the skin there. He also knew what would set her off, so to speak, and did so, his hands careful to say on her skin.

[Ro]

"You're so bad," she told him, voice just barely above a whisper as her head tilted to the side for him. Her skin was prickling under his touch as she shivered, but couldn't find the strength to make him stop. "Visualizing a girl naked when she's trying to be serious with you. Didn't anyone teach you manners?"

Her tone was chiding, but he knew she wasn't actually protesting the attention. She never did because of the delicous feelings whenever he elicited when he did this; but she still had to pretend she was protesting. For posterity's sake.

[Morpheus]

He chuckled, his lips brushing over her skin with the warm air that escaped from his mouth as his chest rumbled against her back. "I suppose you mean parents, I never had any," he said, his lips brushing against the shell of her ear as he spoke before he nipped there, his hands wandering up under her shirt, but never as high as they should go.

He knew the boundaries and while he liked to push them, this was not one he was willing to push, unless he truly disliked the person. As it stood, he loved the girl, and this was more for her benefit than his, as his hands worked their magic on her skin.

[Ro]

"Neither did I, but I still learned them somewhere," she gasped, indicating the thin scar along her back. Damn him and his magic touch, she would never get a real word in if this kept up. "You're...such a brat," she murmured as she turned her head so that her lips grazed his temple. It was the closest she could get to his lips, but she didn't feel like moving so that she could remedy that. He'd just have to make due until she felt like moving again.

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[Morpheus]

He chuckled, his hands moving along her sides as his lips darted down to nip at the newly exposed skin of her throat and collar bone, taking his time in the slow descent before coming back up to hover just above her own, a breath away from touching. "I suppose, but then again, I have never professed to not having them, have I?" he asked, his lips brushing against hers in a feather light touch that wasn't a kiss, but almost.

The djinn grinned before pulling away slightly, his dark eyes glowing with that faint red, watching her movements.

[Ro]

She shivered as he pulled away. "True," she said once her breathing had evened out. She didn't look at him for fear of what he might find hovering in her eyes and instead pulled away from his touch to hunt down her boots. "But you never said you did, either. So either you do or you don't, and so far I'm more willing to believe the latter."

Ro padded around the room quietly after that, only making a noise of triumph when she found her elusive footwear. She had to get out of here fast if she wanted to keep herself from jumping his bones. Each time he touched like that made it harder to pull away.

[Morpheus]

The djinn chuckled, stretching with a grin of triumph on his face as he watched her with hooded eyes. "Believe what you will, you do anyways," he said mildly, teasing her before turning his attention to the ceiling.

He decided that now would be a good time to leave, letting her do her own business how she wished to. To him, much of it was a game, to see how well he could push her self control and the issue. "I will leave you then," he said, turning his attention back to her.

His body began disappearing in a cloud of smoke and with a small 'pop' noise he was gone.

[Ro]

Ro turned quickly to ask him something, but closed her mouth when she found him gone. Shrugging, she pulled on her boots and fled the tiny house and to the surface, satisfied that the girl she had made the deal with the devil to free was indeed safe. Morpheus never half-assed anything when she asked nicely, so she was certain the girl was safe. All that she had to do now was make sure no one had found out about her being down here to conduct business and be on her way.

Till then, she had alot to think about.