[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.
[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. ]
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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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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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