[Who's to say how long they just sit there; becoming reacquainted with one another. When he finally does pull himself back, it's with a great reluctance. Maybe it's to breathe, though more likely it's to try and regain some semblance of control. Still, he can't help but drag two fingers down the curve of her jaw, as he looks to her with one of his almost smiles.]
If you want digression, you know this probably isn't the place. For being my study, people seem to come and go as they please.
[ For all that time seems to be of importance, it doesn't matter to her in the slightest just now. All she really cares about is the time spent with her husband and how she doesn't want it to stop.
She doesn't open her eyes again until he's dragging his fingers along her jaw. ]
Mmmm... People other than just me?
[ She knows that to be the truth, but the thought of having to move from his lap is literally the worst right now.
Persephone exaggerates a stretch and a yawn, smiling oh-so-innocently up at him. ]
[She earns herself a raise of one of his brows, followed by a scoff. He has a good game face, and someone who knew him less (someone other than her) could easily mistake his expression for annoyance. He's far from it though.]
[ Though it may seem she's commanding it, it's more of a suggestion than anything. One hand cups his cheek, thumb tracing lightly over it. ]
Unless there was another room you had in mind?
[ His suggestion of the bedroom, after all, has betrayed any guise he kept that he was most certainly not entertaining her silly fancies and rule breaking. ]
[ Forehead to forehead, she closes her eyes and brushes her nose against his. She doesn't know the extent of the lack of privacy on non fall and winter days- but she imagines they're worse than when she's around.
Still, she can walk to the room, but where's the fun in that? ]
[ He can easily lift her without her having to hold onto him... But she likes the excuse to hold herself close to him with her arms behind his neck. ]
I love the way you spoil me.
[ She teases, but it's no less affectionate. He could staunchly oppose any of her coy advances, as she did break the rules. And has every intention of breaking them again in the future. ]
[He grumbles, even as he hoists her and rises. It's not the easiest of tasks, but she is a slight little thing, and the sons of Cronus are strongly built.
[ She makes the comment casually- not something she intends to make a big deal out of. He knows she loves him, she tells him often- and the spring and summer months are the hardest for her to get through- even all this time later. ]
[ She knows that those are words he meant, but didn't mean to actually say. Her smile softens as she lays down with her head in his lap, staring up at him. ]
I know.
[ It was quiet, not gloating or anything. Just a small acknowledgement. ]
[ She shifts a little and hums as she feels his fingers in her hair again. ]
Perhaps we can negotiate the rules. [ It's been long enough-
Then again, she wouldn't get to break the rules like this if they weren't in place. And there was something thrilling about trying not to get caught. ]
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When he finally does pull himself back, it's with a great reluctance. Maybe it's to breathe, though more likely it's to try and regain some semblance of control. Still, he can't help but drag two fingers down the curve of her jaw, as he looks to her with one of his almost smiles.]
If you want digression, you know this probably isn't the place. For being my study, people seem to come and go as they please.
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She doesn't open her eyes again until he's dragging his fingers along her jaw. ]
Mmmm... People other than just me?
[ She knows that to be the truth, but the thought of having to move from his lap is literally the worst right now.
Persephone exaggerates a stretch and a yawn, smiling oh-so-innocently up at him. ]
Carry me, then?
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[She earns herself a raise of one of his brows, followed by a scoff. He has a good game face, and someone who knew him less (someone other than her) could easily mistake his expression for annoyance. He's far from it though.]
To the bedroom, I imagine?
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[ Though it may seem she's commanding it, it's more of a suggestion than anything. One hand cups his cheek, thumb tracing lightly over it. ]
Unless there was another room you had in mind?
[ His suggestion of the bedroom, after all, has betrayed any guise he kept that he was most certainly not entertaining her silly fancies and rule breaking. ]
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[No other room would be suitable. For being left to isolation, he finds himself without privacy on most days.
He looks her over a long moment before coming to rest his forehead against hers'.]
I could carry you.
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[ Forehead to forehead, she closes her eyes and brushes her nose against his. She doesn't know the extent of the lack of privacy on non fall and winter days- but she imagines they're worse than when she's around.
Still, she can walk to the room, but where's the fun in that? ]
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[As it were ever a question.
Finally, his hands abandon her face and slip down to her thighs.]
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I love the way you spoil me.
[ She teases, but it's no less affectionate. He could staunchly oppose any of her coy advances, as she did break the rules. And has every intention of breaking them again in the future. ]
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[He grumbles, even as he hoists her and rises. It's not the easiest of tasks, but she is a slight little thing, and the sons of Cronus are strongly built.
They cross the study in no time at all.]
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[ See that smile? She loves this and is even giggling as he picks her up and crosses the study with her in his arms.
All the while, she's peppering his cheek and jaw with light, slow kisses. ]
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[The exasperation comes naturally to his voice, almost as naturally as the shadow of a smile that flickers across his face.]
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[ She makes the comment casually- not something she intends to make a big deal out of. He knows she loves him, she tells him often- and the spring and summer months are the hardest for her to get through- even all this time later. ]
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[As always, her declaration is met with a mild dismissal. (Some things he'll just never get use to.)
Moments later, she'll find herself unceremoniously deposited onto the bed. He'll take a seat besides her.]
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Her "forgotten" shoes in clear view as she kicks her sandals off to join them. ]
Hmmmm. And I never get tired of saying it.
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I missed you.
[The words slip out before he can temper them, and once they're said, all he can do after is shrug off the sentiment.]
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I know.
[ It was quiet, not gloating or anything. Just a small acknowledgement. ]
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[Easily, his hand finds its way back into her hair. He curls a few strands around his fingers, but rests there.]
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Perhaps we can negotiate the rules. [ It's been long enough-
Then again, she wouldn't get to break the rules like this if they weren't in place. And there was something thrilling about trying not to get caught. ]
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[She knows that. He's certain she does. That's why he almost doesn't continue. After another moment of thought though, he can't help but add:]
And even if it were, I'm sure your mother would have something to say about it.
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She smirks a little. ]
She has something to say about everything.
[ But as soon as she makes the joke, she sighs and closes her eyes- a little defeated. ]
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[Not that they've spoken in awhile, but the last of their...debates is still clear in his mind.]
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She's a force, that's for sure.
[ She's had plenty of debates with her mother as well- though perhaps less heated than her poor husband had to deal with. ]
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[Is he joking? It's hard to tell with how perfect his deadpan is. He's certainly pleased with himself though.]
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That's an understatement.
[ She stretches an arm up, fingertips grazing his chin and jawline. ]
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You think?
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