[ 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. ]
[ 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. ]
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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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[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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