[Kirk would agree there's nothing better, if he could remember last night better. As it is he's waking up with a bit of a hangover and blurry memories. Wonderful, wonderful blurry memories.]
[ she's a light sleeper, so she wakes up first. Taking stock of the situation, she rolls over and squints. Things are blurry for her, but that's the lack of glasses.
[ Well, there may be something better in bed. And who was the one who got the workout? Awwwww yiss. Check off 'Sex w/ Thunder God' off dat bucket list. Careful of the hammer, though; it's still live... IF YOU CATCH MY MEANING /wink wink. ]
[ It's like silk, not even gonna lie, and is impossibly and forever perfect. Anyway, as he rouses, he stretches, and every single goddamn man muscle in his body seems to percolate individually until his eyes open and he stares down at her serenely like the goddamn fucking golden god that he is. ]
[ He stares at her for a moment, eyes as deep and blue as the ocean. Then, he rests back against what's left of the headboard, arms flexed and locked behind his head, his goddamn biceps as big as her fucking head is, and smiles contentedly. Unlike some other dudes, Thor has no fucking problem with this. Don't question a good thing. ]
[ climbing on top of him is like serious mountain-scaling, but Nico would plant a goddamn flag in that man. She grins, because nobody is going to believe this one. Either she has reached the slutty rock bottom, or she has just kicked it up on notch. It's not like she did Zeus. That guy gave it up for mortal tail all the time.
[ In a world where superpowers are run-of-the-mill, it's hard to say just quite what makes a god a god... until you actually meet one. Then, you get it. And boy she GOT IT.
This is the kind of shit you write stories about, people. And I don't mean like fucking Fabio romance novels. I mean epics like the goddamn Odyssey. She pretty much wrestled a dragon, after all, so to speak. Are my allusions subtle enough? I hope so. ]
'Not bad'? Tell me, sorceress, must I prove mine worth again?
obligatory hitting up of every runner up in dis bitchofwisemenJanuary 24 2011, 05:43:35 UTC
Uhmygoood.
[ It's Chase's scratchy morning whine. One: He's sure he's thrown something out of socket. Two: It's cold. There's a number of dull aches going on, a couple more not-so-dull. If he didn't openly whine about it, he might find room to genuinely be pained.
Fuck.
He shifts slowly and tries to worm his way into her sanctum of hogging all the damn warmth. ]
Hope you don't like covers, because they are all hers. ]
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But she recognizes that face. ]
Goddammit.
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Really, there's no need to be so loud.]
What the hell?
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[ WHY WAS THERE A WHORE-OFF. there should not have been. Nico is hung over and pissed off. where are her pants. ]
Excuse me, I'm going to go throw up and kill myself. Don't wait up.
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She hates being small and Japanese, sometimes. Nico leans out of the bathroom and scowls ]
Not in the habit of sleeping with bigger whores than I am. I feel better when I'm the bad person.
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And how do you know I'm a bigger whore? We might be even on the whore scale.
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[ Well, there may be something better in bed. And who was the one who got the workout? Awwwww yiss. Check off 'Sex w/ Thunder God' off dat bucket list. Careful of the hammer, though; it's still live... IF YOU CATCH MY MEANING /wink wink. ]
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Because it is beautiful. ]
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[ It's like silk, not even gonna lie, and is impossibly and forever perfect. Anyway, as he rouses, he stretches, and every single goddamn man muscle in his body seems to percolate individually until his eyes open and he stares down at her serenely like the goddamn fucking golden god that he is. ]
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She's looking at him half like a kid at Christmas and half like she wants to slap and mount him like a six-legged horse.
Mortals are not supposed to be this crazy. ]
Verily.
[ It's not in answer to any spoken comment, but the that was transcendental still hangs between them.
Also, she just wanted to say it. ]
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Indeed.
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Thor is classy. ]
Not bad.
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[ In a world where superpowers are run-of-the-mill, it's hard to say just quite what makes a god a god... until you actually meet one. Then, you get it. And boy she GOT IT.
This is the kind of shit you write stories about, people. And I don't mean like fucking Fabio romance novels. I mean epics like the goddamn Odyssey. She pretty much wrestled a dragon, after all, so to speak. Are my allusions subtle enough? I hope so. ]
'Not bad'? Tell me, sorceress, must I prove mine worth again?
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[ It's Chase's scratchy morning whine. One: He's sure he's thrown something out of socket. Two: It's cold. There's a number of dull aches going on, a couple more not-so-dull. If he didn't openly whine about it, he might find room to genuinely be pained.
Fuck.
He shifts slowly and tries to worm his way into her sanctum of hogging all the damn warmth. ]
Gimme some blankets.
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