Moonlight doesn't offer her any warmth like the sun does, but she understands why this might be done in the dark. The sun is too much for this, is too harsh, but the moon is softer -- as soft as his lips on her thighs.
He sinks back down to kiss her bared thigh, and kisses a slow trail upward to the juncture of her thighs, where no one else has ever been. It feels like all the heat in her body centers wherever his mouth touches, and leaves her exposed to the night. She shivers as the breeze moves through her like she's barely more than a sapling. Her fingers tighten at his scalp, and her eyes drop closed as her head falls back, and his name falls from her lips again, tasting dark.
Yes, she could learn to become accustomed to this worship; it somehow makes her feel powerful and small at once. Powerful because she has brought death himself to his knees by doing nothing more than being herself, and small because this pleasure surely couldn't last. She might fall to her knees herself, if he would have permitted it. As it was one hand braced her upright, and if she had the power to fly she would surely be doing so.
For countless maudlin summer days he had watched her, he had yearned for her, for the brightness of her smile and the song in her laugh, for the chance to just speak to her, to count the shades of green in those impossibly verdant eyes and bear witness to the flowers that sprung up beneath her feet. To love her. To love her with the definite finality only death has.
Immortality has its many boons and in this moment that he doesn't need to breathe is highest among them - by now he would have keeled over for certain. Instead the ache in his chest is from want, from the way he's drunk on the warmth of her, on the way she says his name. The taste of her fills his senses and the hand bracing her moves upwards, gripping her hip firmly, ever careful but more possessive than he usually is. She's letting him touch her and for this Hades forgets himself and yields everything he has over to bringing her joy, to worshiping her until the hands in his hair pull him away from the heavenly gift she's given him.
On his knees, before springtime given form, lost forever.
The breathing is a funny thing -- though they don't technically need to, and Hades now takes advantage of that, Persephone finds herself needing more. She gasped, and took night air deep into her lungs, like she could cool the heat growing and coil inside her.
Suddenly, she laughed, gently, happily. She didn't have it in her to laugh cruelly, but there was no reason he might reasonably know that. She gently pulls his head back so she can see him, what's on his face. And she takes in a sharp breath, because still, it was a look unlike any she'd ever been given. "Oh, Hades," she murmured, still at an enormous loss for what to say or how to say it.
Shaking his head to free his hair from her grasp he ducked his head in enough to press a long, reverent kiss to the inside of her thigh as the hand that had braced her hip moved to slip free of its place and catch her hand in his, kissing her palm. "Everything," he uttered against the curve of her palm before rocking back on his heels and rising to stand.
Despite the unparalleled intimacy of the last few moments when he rose to his feet he was a few inches away, not wrapping her in his arms as he wished to, suddenly very unsure of himself. He wanted to make her happy, to give her everything, for her to want the things he offered her, and he searched her face for even a shred of that want now, blinded by her beauty and the breathless way pleasing her had made him feel.
In that moment she realized she wasn't the only one who had been thrown by this attraction they'd found themselves in. She gazed up at him, like it was the first time. Beneath the intensity was someone who had more questions than answers, and yes, eons of time on her, but not so much experience, if rumor was to be believed. He didn't reach for her as he had before, but waited for her. Waiting to be judged.
"I don't know what it is that's brought you to me," she finally said, a touch breathless, "but I'm glad for it."
It was everything he needed to hear, and while he moved quickly it wasn't with the predatory swiftness Hades had caught her with the first time he wrapped his arms around her in the span of half a heartbeat, bowing low enough to bury his face in her hair. "You did," Hades answered, half-muffled and tenderly soft, the words uttered low against the curve of her neck through the strands of her hair.
After a moment Hades lifted his head, kissing her temple. "I saw you, Persephone, and you were all I wanted to see." She was so warm, so vibrant against him, and the arms that held her tightened slightly as he curved his body greedily around hers. "All I wanted to hold," he murmured against her hair, "you're everything."
He clings to her like a shadow, although one that has been stretched by the sun going low in the sky, and one that will hold her like this -- not even her own shadow can boast that. Her mouth curls upward as he speaks only for her, low and in her ear.
Her cheeks are coloring as she listens to the pretty words. Maybe she should hold something of herself but, but it felt too good to give herself over to it. "I never saw you," she murmured. "Puts me at something of a disadvantage."
"What you saw when you looked at me the last time," he begins in a gentle murmur between kisses up the column of her neck to the curve of her jaw, nuzzling the soft patch of skin behind her ear with a low, contented hum. "That's what you would have seen," the cold, the ending, the depths of the earth and the black absence of stars down below. What she might still see at any moment - he knows it, he fears and accepts it all the same. He is what he is, but for now he is her lover.
One arm loosens its protective, engulfing hold so that his hand can span up her side, his wide palm moving over the curve of her waist and upwards like a marble rolling smoothly across an uneven surface. He charts her silently, studies the wonder of her, falls deeper into her thrall with every word that tumbles from her lips. Just as his thumb brushes over the side of her breast he pulls away and lets his hand catch hers, straightening enough to kiss her wrist again and beyond, his lips following the shape of her arm to the crook of her elbow. "I'm more than that," he isn't sure if he is, but for her he would fight the parameters of his own existence to learn how.
She moves with him, though he hardly needs her help. She'd be little more than a rag doll in his hands if he so wished it, instead of handling her like the most delicate little flower she can call up.
Her heart stutters in her chest, just a touch. "That's not why I ran. Or-- not all of it." She couldn't deny that the very idea of who he was had put her in flight mode, it had. Death is inexorable, and how is someone who can only call the growing things into life going to stop it or even be meant to be with him for so much as a second of time?
But she looks at him now, with none of the trepidation she'd had before. Just curiosity, and a desire to tell him more -- if he'll let her. "No one's touched me like that. Or kissed me, or--" Certainly no one had ever done anything like what he had just done mere moments ago. "Or... that," she completed clumsily.
Hades leaves her hand to rest against his chest, his fingertips trailing down the back of her arm and over the notch of her elbow, unfathomably curious and singularly devoted to the task of loving her as she should always be loved.
"No one's made me feel this way before," one nymph very long ago had him possessed with something that felt far more shallow to this. It was passing and over before it really began, it did not move the stars like this did, like she did. "Persephone," he kissed her hard but pulled away far enough to rest his forehead to hers after only a moment, keeping her body pulled snugly to his as his free arm looped back around her to allow his hand to splay across her back. "Did it make you happy?" His eyes are serious and hopeful, if there had ever been a young man in him, she might spot that in his gaze. "Will you see me again?"
His hand splayed across her back was strong, and it was a good thing. She could have fallen back against the flowers and let him have her completely at that moment, for promises of nothing more than air. He kissed her again, and one hand tangled in the ends of his hair. "Yes," she breathed. She was happy, and right now, she had no reason to question it. Instead of terrible, fathomless depths, she saw a soft landing -- in a dark place, but one that would cradle her like she was in her mother's arms again. "And... yes. If you like."
The warmth that spread through his entire being when she said that he had made her happy was so intense it was almost alien to his being. "Yes, always," his hands leave her body to cradle her face, gently guiding her chin up to allow him to kiss the underside of her jaw and along her throat, nuzzling into the hollow there where her neck met her collarbone. "I would see you always," his voice a deep velvety utterance against her skin. One hand returned to the swell of her hip as his mouth followed the line of her collar, kissing her reverently. His free hand caught hers, pushing a ring onto her index finger, the small stone green as her world and born brilliantly in the rich earth of his. "Call to me, and I will come to you." He was careful, unwilling to trap her, never taking what she did not want to give him with her whole heart, unwilling to sacrifice even an ion of her light with greed. The Underworld was dark enough, he would not have its future queen's majesty dulled even slightly.
She felt him slip it on first, and then she looked at her hand. The green stone was rough cut, unpolished, but it was beautiful and now the dearest thing she had. Another first -- a love token. "It's beautiful," she murmured, and kissed him, a little shyly. "Thank you."
Another first followed close behind as she kissed him, and Hades, so overcome by the sense of surprise grinned against her lips, his arm tightening around her while he kissed her. "I'll come to you again, soon," and he would, though a large part of him hoped that she would call to him before he surrendered and came to her side. When he pulled away to look down at her the smile had left his face unseen but perhaps not unfelt, his dark eyes warm. "Goodnight my love," and she was. His love, his queen, his great undoing. Like a shadow chasing sunlight he was gone a moment later, leaving her arms empty but hopefully not cold.
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Date: 2020-07-08 03:41 am (UTC)He sinks back down to kiss her bared thigh, and kisses a slow trail upward to the juncture of her thighs, where no one else has ever been. It feels like all the heat in her body centers wherever his mouth touches, and leaves her exposed to the night. She shivers as the breeze moves through her like she's barely more than a sapling. Her fingers tighten at his scalp, and her eyes drop closed as her head falls back, and his name falls from her lips again, tasting dark.
Yes, she could learn to become accustomed to this worship; it somehow makes her feel powerful and small at once. Powerful because she has brought death himself to his knees by doing nothing more than being herself, and small because this pleasure surely couldn't last. She might fall to her knees herself, if he would have permitted it. As it was one hand braced her upright, and if she had the power to fly she would surely be doing so.
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Date: 2020-07-08 05:05 am (UTC)Immortality has its many boons and in this moment that he doesn't need to breathe is highest among them - by now he would have keeled over for certain. Instead the ache in his chest is from want, from the way he's drunk on the warmth of her, on the way she says his name. The taste of her fills his senses and the hand bracing her moves upwards, gripping her hip firmly, ever careful but more possessive than he usually is. She's letting him touch her and for this Hades forgets himself and yields everything he has over to bringing her joy, to worshiping her until the hands in his hair pull him away from the heavenly gift she's given him.
On his knees, before springtime given form, lost forever.
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Date: 2020-07-08 09:27 pm (UTC)Suddenly, she laughed, gently, happily. She didn't have it in her to laugh cruelly, but there was no reason he might reasonably know that. She gently pulls his head back so she can see him, what's on his face. And she takes in a sharp breath, because still, it was a look unlike any she'd ever been given. "Oh, Hades," she murmured, still at an enormous loss for what to say or how to say it.
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Date: 2020-07-08 11:39 pm (UTC)Despite the unparalleled intimacy of the last few moments when he rose to his feet he was a few inches away, not wrapping her in his arms as he wished to, suddenly very unsure of himself. He wanted to make her happy, to give her everything, for her to want the things he offered her, and he searched her face for even a shred of that want now, blinded by her beauty and the breathless way pleasing her had made him feel.
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Date: 2020-07-09 01:32 am (UTC)"I don't know what it is that's brought you to me," she finally said, a touch breathless, "but I'm glad for it."
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Date: 2020-07-09 01:54 am (UTC)After a moment Hades lifted his head, kissing her temple. "I saw you, Persephone, and you were all I wanted to see." She was so warm, so vibrant against him, and the arms that held her tightened slightly as he curved his body greedily around hers. "All I wanted to hold," he murmured against her hair, "you're everything."
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Date: 2020-07-09 03:00 am (UTC)Her cheeks are coloring as she listens to the pretty words. Maybe she should hold something of herself but, but it felt too good to give herself over to it. "I never saw you," she murmured. "Puts me at something of a disadvantage."
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Date: 2020-07-09 03:24 am (UTC)One arm loosens its protective, engulfing hold so that his hand can span up her side, his wide palm moving over the curve of her waist and upwards like a marble rolling smoothly across an uneven surface. He charts her silently, studies the wonder of her, falls deeper into her thrall with every word that tumbles from her lips. Just as his thumb brushes over the side of her breast he pulls away and lets his hand catch hers, straightening enough to kiss her wrist again and beyond, his lips following the shape of her arm to the crook of her elbow. "I'm more than that," he isn't sure if he is, but for her he would fight the parameters of his own existence to learn how.
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Date: 2020-07-09 04:28 am (UTC)Her heart stutters in her chest, just a touch. "That's not why I ran. Or-- not all of it." She couldn't deny that the very idea of who he was had put her in flight mode, it had. Death is inexorable, and how is someone who can only call the growing things into life going to stop it or even be meant to be with him for so much as a second of time?
But she looks at him now, with none of the trepidation she'd had before. Just curiosity, and a desire to tell him more -- if he'll let her. "No one's touched me like that. Or kissed me, or--" Certainly no one had ever done anything like what he had just done mere moments ago. "Or... that," she completed clumsily.
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Date: 2020-07-09 04:53 am (UTC)"No one's made me feel this way before," one nymph very long ago had him possessed with something that felt far more shallow to this. It was passing and over before it really began, it did not move the stars like this did, like she did. "Persephone," he kissed her hard but pulled away far enough to rest his forehead to hers after only a moment, keeping her body pulled snugly to his as his free arm looped back around her to allow his hand to splay across her back. "Did it make you happy?" His eyes are serious and hopeful, if there had ever been a young man in him, she might spot that in his gaze. "Will you see me again?"
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