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May 10, 2005 22:42

She closed her eyes when his thumb grazed her mouth. Phobos, she thought to herself. Phobos....His words burned holes into her chest and turned her heart to something painful. She knew it tore him up to offer her up to Moros, she knew it did, and the fact that he did it anyway... Those things that were twisted inside her, tightened even further. ( Read more... )

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phobos_dot_com May 11 2005, 03:52:13 UTC
He wound his arms about her, pressed a kiss softly to her hair. She would stay. For tonight, at least, she would stay whole and here and with him completely. And if that had to be enough, then he could accept that ( ... )

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styx_dot_com May 11 2005, 04:11:05 UTC
She looked up in surprise. She had wanted to ask, and could not bring herself to do it. She didn't feel like she had the right, she didn't feel like she was truly welcomed, though Phobos' actions made it clear that she wasAnd then he urged her silent and still. She acquiesced, though she slid off his body and against his side, draping an arm and leg over his chest and thighs. Pillowing her head on his shoulder, she stayed quiet beside him. Her fingers slid down the opening of his shirt and slipped a couple of buttons free, to allow her to touch the smooth plane of his stomach ( ... )

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phobos_dot_com May 11 2005, 04:20:54 UTC
Her touch reminded him gently, of other benefits to being alive. Her scent filled his nose, cool and resinous and rich, and Phobos wanted.

"You don't mind...?" he asked as he dismissed his clothes, giving a shiver of interest at the warmth of her through the slithery silk of her gown, "Bit tired of being dressed," he grinned at her quirked eyebrow, though his godhood was making its interest known. She'd seen him naked before, after all. And what Goddess would feel the least bit obligated by a bit of nudity?

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styx_dot_com May 11 2005, 04:26:01 UTC
She squeezed her eyes tightly shut. He wasn't making it easy to behave. Her fingers moved of their own accord, dragging lengthwise down his stomach.

"Phobos," she warned, her voice all smoke and pulse and velvet, "Tease not this goddess. She will hold you to your silent promises."

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