[ It wasn't that she didn't respect the rules set in place upon their marriage- rules that were neither of their choosing. The rules just simply didn't make sense, and they weren't reasonable in the slightest.
So before Hermes could be summoned to take care of her planned "mistake", she decided to take matters into her own hands.
Arms crossed in front of her, she grinned as she leaned against the door frame to his study. One eyebrow raised. ]
[Ah. He really should have known. When marrying a Goddess of Spring, one should always expect a veritable force of nature. The moment he had given her an opening, he should have known she'd return.
Hades turns, his gaze moving to the door frame. He takes in the sight of her, before one of his brows raises in response.]
I did not. They are where you left them.
['Purposefully,' he thinks, though it's not in his interest to say so.]
[ She hums a little at the answer- a sort of acknowledgement that it was good to know.
She would grab them later. For now, she pushes herself away from the door frame and crosses over to him, flowers blooming in her wake as she's very pleased with herself. ]
Well, I am here... And a very wise man once said I should not waste a trip on something as short as an afternoon.
[ She tilts her head to the side, her grin isn't going anywhere for a while. ]
[He'll freely takes her hand, as he only hums to her answer. It may be her intention to pull him up, but it's his to pull her down (as is his prerogative).]
What would I consider urgent?
[His thumb runs over her knuckles. Against any show of neutrality, the little tug he gives her hand is telling.]
[He would say more than her, but the warmth of her hand against his cold skin offers a stark enough contrast; a reminder of what she may have given up. The ire of Zeus (and her mother) is another matter entirely.]
[ So why not break them just a little more~? She smiles easier as he tugs her hand again. That's really all she needs to climb into his lap and stay there. ]
[ She agrees- she shouldn't have. But that was no longer the point, was it? ]
I was hoping you would be.
[ The kiss on her temple had her grinning ear to ear, flowers blossoming around the chair they were in. She shifted a little to brush her lips over his briefly. ]
[He hums against her lips, before he meets her kisses with something a little rougher: teeth and tongue and an urgency he won't admit to, but definitely feels.
Regardless of what she wants, (she should know, he would give her the world if she asked for it), two days is likely pushing it. He'll waste no time.]
[ Two days is certainly pushing it- she's well aware, unfortunately, that he absence might be missed for a day... but no longer.
As soon as the kiss turns to something more, she's meeting it beat for beat- allowing him to completely overwhelm her as she matches the kisses for what they are.
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So before Hermes could be summoned to take care of her planned "mistake", she decided to take matters into her own hands.
Arms crossed in front of her, she grinned as she leaned against the door frame to his study. One eyebrow raised. ]
My love, did you move my shoes in here?
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Hades turns, his gaze moving to the door frame. He takes in the sight of her, before one of his brows raises in response.]
I did not. They are where you left them.
['Purposefully,' he thinks, though it's not in his interest to say so.]
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She would grab them later. For now, she pushes herself away from the door frame and crosses over to him, flowers blooming in her wake as she's very pleased with herself. ]
Well, I am here... And a very wise man once said I should not waste a trip on something as short as an afternoon.
[ She tilts her head to the side, her grin isn't going anywhere for a while. ]
Will you be free soon?
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He's not terrible busy, truth be told, but she's not getting off that easily. (Regardless of how secretly pleased he may be by her presence.)]
Unlikely.
[A beat passes as he considers further.]
Unless something urgent were to come up.
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She'll even play along by pouting when he tells her it's unlikely he'll be available soon. ]
I'd say my being here against the rules is Quite Urgent.
[ Her lips twitch as she struggles to keep the smile from peeking through again. ]
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[Her almost smile is met with an even stare. His face betrays no hint of either amusement or annoyance.]
And why would you say that?
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Because it's... against the rules?
[ She assumed that was a given. She reaches a hand out for him to take. ]
And I was lonely. That's also very urgent, I believe. [ A pause. ] What would you consider urgent?
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What would I consider urgent?
[His thumb runs over her knuckles. Against any show of neutrality, the little tug he gives her hand is telling.]
Being on a deadline.
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Oh? Like, perhaps, the deadline of my having to leave again?
[ She takes another step forward, both eyebrows raising as she wordlessly challenges him to tug her closer. ]
My love, we're working on a deadline right now. If I'm down here for too long...
[ Zeus would have a fit. Or her mother. One of the two. ]
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[He would say more than her, but the warmth of her hand against his cold skin offers a stark enough contrast; a reminder of what she may have given up. The ire of Zeus (and her mother) is another matter entirely.]
There are rules.
[He tugs her hand again.]
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[ So why not break them just a little more~? She smiles easier as he tugs her hand again. That's really all she needs to climb into his lap and stay there. ]
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[Her closeness thaws some of his resolve, and he allows himself to card his fingers through her hair.]
You wasted no time coming down here.
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The longer I waited, the more likely it was that I'd see Hermes before you.
[ And she couldn't have that. ]
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[She'll get a sideways, knowing glace. (He wasn't born yesterday.)]
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[ Of strategically placing a pair of her shoes somewhere he'd easily find them. ]
Of conveniently forgetting to pack my favorite pair of shoes.
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[His hand stops somewhere in the vicinity of her jaw, cupping against her cheek.]
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It would've been the most tragic. Almost as tragic as having to wait months to see you again.
[ She shifts enough to sling an arm over his shoulder, slowly opening her eyes and smiling wider. ]
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[From a practical standpoint, neither of them can argue that, really. As antiquated as their arrangement may be, it didn't come without consequence.
From a personal standpoint, however, things were much more complicated.]
...but I am glad to see you.
[That small sentiment is punctuated by his lips pressed to her temple.]
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[ She agrees- she shouldn't have. But that was no longer the point, was it? ]
I was hoping you would be.
[ The kiss on her temple had her grinning ear to ear, flowers blossoming around the chair they were in. She shifted a little to brush her lips over his briefly. ]
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[One way or another, she's always been expressive with her feelings. Even without the flowers.
Her quick brush of lips is met with the ghost of a smile, the corners of his lips beginning to curl.]
How long were you planning to...break the rules?
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As long as I can get away with it. Maybe one or two days?
[ This time. She presses another, less fleeting, kiss to his lips this time. ]
Depends how long my husband can entertain the idea of breaking the rules with me.
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I've heard he's not very lenient.
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[ Another kiss, then another... ]
And he makes exceptions for his wife, sometimes.
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[He hums against her lips, before he meets her kisses with something a little rougher: teeth and tongue and an urgency he won't admit to, but definitely feels.
Regardless of what she wants, (she should know, he would give her the world if she asked for it), two days is likely pushing it. He'll waste no time.]
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As soon as the kiss turns to something more, she's meeting it beat for beat- allowing him to completely overwhelm her as she matches the kisses for what they are.
Urgent and needy. ]
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