Date: 2019-04-25 04:58 am (UTC)
waydownbelow: (11)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
Carry you.

[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?

Date: 2019-04-25 01:45 pm (UTC)
waydownbelow: (14)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
There isn't.

[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.

Date: 2019-04-25 03:18 pm (UTC)
waydownbelow: (13)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
Of course.

[As it were ever a question.

Finally, his hands abandon her face and slip down to her thighs.
]

Date: 2019-04-26 04:56 am (UTC)
waydownbelow: (01)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
Don't get use to it.

[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.
]

Date: 2019-04-26 01:40 pm (UTC)
waydownbelow: (13)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
You are insatiable.

[The exasperation comes naturally to his voice, almost as naturally as the shadow of a smile that flickers across his face.]

Date: 2019-04-28 05:23 am (UTC)
waydownbelow: (09)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
So you've said.

[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.
]

Date: 2019-04-30 03:33 am (UTC)
waydownbelow: (03)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
[Her mirth is infectious, and he can't help but lean back on his palms and look down to her with fondness.]

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.]

Date: 2019-04-30 01:52 pm (UTC)
waydownbelow: (07)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
Of course.

[Easily, his hand finds its way back into her hair. He curls a few strands around his fingers, but rests there.]

Date: 2019-05-01 02:48 am (UTC)
waydownbelow: (03)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
It's not that simple.

[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.

Date: 2019-05-01 03:24 am (UTC)
waydownbelow: (01)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
I am acutely aware.

[Not that they've spoken in awhile, but the last of their...debates is still clear in his mind.]

Date: 2019-05-01 03:44 am (UTC)
waydownbelow: (13)
From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
A force of nature.

[Is he joking? It's hard to tell with how perfect his deadpan is. He's certainly pleased with himself though.]

Date: 2019-05-01 04:41 am (UTC)
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From: [personal profile] waydownbelow
[He tilts his head and lightly nips at her fingers.]

You think?

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