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the beat of love is a nasty one
people bang on the door to get in
then one they're inside they just want to be free
and they bang at the doors with a beat they can't see
it's the beat of love
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Aphrodite stretched, growling as she felt a stinging slap against the back of her thigh.
“Stop moving, precious.”
“But it tickles.” Growling lightly, she looked over her shoulder to him, curiosity piqued as she listened to the quill scritch letters onto the paper resting against her lower back.
“Then suffer. Now be still.”
“Who died and made you King of the Gods?” An innocent look met his growl, and she turned back to the correspondence before her, opening a letter sealed with the mark of the Viscountess de Morny.
“The old bastard isn’t dead yet. But someday it will happen.”
“And will I be your Queen?”
“I’ll let you join the harem…”
“I hate you. What are you writing?”
“Business. You letter looks a bit too feminine to be a paramour…Business for you as well?”
“Paramours are business, dolly. But this is a letter from Colette….adumbrating our mutual successes at certain things.”
“Tell.”
Aphrodite began to turn to face him before his hand fell heavily between her shoulder blades, holding her in place, his right hand never stopping its writing. Rolling her eyes she rested her head on crossed arms, turning her head in his general direction while sharing the content of her letter.
“Madame de Morny is currently at the Country home of the Marquis de Morenas’ grand mere, of which he is the heir. Also there is our General’s wife, and apparently there’s all sorts of lovely intrigue afoot…seems Morenas is intent on wooing her for his own personal gain. Your Gramont is also in the vicinity, though currently on his way back to court here. Colette says he’s been stepping on the Chevalier’s toes a bit… courting his favourite convent girl. But no worries… Colette is eager to comfort him in any way she can, though regrettably that seems to currently consist of activities like listening to poetry and long walks in the gardens. Romantic, but definitely lacking in any sort of passion.”
“Mm.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say? Mm?”
“Mhm. It’s all fascinating. “
“Oh Rawr. You’ll like it in the end. I promise.”
“Yes, well… we’ll see if you can keep your promises or not.”
“Have I ever not?” Eyes darkened dangerously as she looked at him, her glare met only with an amused smirk.
“There… Instructions complete.” Deliberately not answering her question, Ares blotted the last of his words then folded the parchment, tipping a candle nearby to spill wax on the paper, letting more then a bit fall on the porcelain skin beneath it and admiring the gasp it produced. Pressing his ring into the wax, he blew on it till cool, and then placed it aside, slapping Aphrodite’s thigh once more.
“You proved a most excellent desk, Cherish.”
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people bang on the door to get in
then one they're inside they just want to be free
and they bang at the doors with a beat they can't see
it's the beat of love
* * * * * * * *
Aphrodite stretched, growling as she felt a stinging slap against the back of her thigh.
“Stop moving, precious.”
“But it tickles.” Growling lightly, she looked over her shoulder to him, curiosity piqued as she listened to the quill scritch letters onto the paper resting against her lower back.
“Then suffer. Now be still.”
“Who died and made you King of the Gods?” An innocent look met his growl, and she turned back to the correspondence before her, opening a letter sealed with the mark of the Viscountess de Morny.
“The old bastard isn’t dead yet. But someday it will happen.”
“And will I be your Queen?”
“I’ll let you join the harem…”
“I hate you. What are you writing?”
“Business. You letter looks a bit too feminine to be a paramour…Business for you as well?”
“Paramours are business, dolly. But this is a letter from Colette….adumbrating our mutual successes at certain things.”
“Tell.”
Aphrodite began to turn to face him before his hand fell heavily between her shoulder blades, holding her in place, his right hand never stopping its writing. Rolling her eyes she rested her head on crossed arms, turning her head in his general direction while sharing the content of her letter.
“Madame de Morny is currently at the Country home of the Marquis de Morenas’ grand mere, of which he is the heir. Also there is our General’s wife, and apparently there’s all sorts of lovely intrigue afoot…seems Morenas is intent on wooing her for his own personal gain. Your Gramont is also in the vicinity, though currently on his way back to court here. Colette says he’s been stepping on the Chevalier’s toes a bit… courting his favourite convent girl. But no worries… Colette is eager to comfort him in any way she can, though regrettably that seems to currently consist of activities like listening to poetry and long walks in the gardens. Romantic, but definitely lacking in any sort of passion.”
“Mm.”
“That’s all you’ve got to say? Mm?”
“Mhm. It’s all fascinating. “
“Oh Rawr. You’ll like it in the end. I promise.”
“Yes, well… we’ll see if you can keep your promises or not.”
“Have I ever not?” Eyes darkened dangerously as she looked at him, her glare met only with an amused smirk.
“There… Instructions complete.” Deliberately not answering her question, Ares blotted the last of his words then folded the parchment, tipping a candle nearby to spill wax on the paper, letting more then a bit fall on the porcelain skin beneath it and admiring the gasp it produced. Pressing his ring into the wax, he blew on it till cool, and then placed it aside, slapping Aphrodite’s thigh once more.
“You proved a most excellent desk, Cherish.”
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