The Heat [Greek myth AU, Hades/Demeter, R]
Title: The Heat
Fandom: Greek Myth (AU)
Characters: Hades/Demeter
Rating: R
Notes: Written for Hearts_blood and the prompt July. Slowly easing myself back into these guys.
Summary: The thing about July is that it’s hot.
The thing about July is that it’s hot.
Sizzling, waiting, a heavy kind of oppression that can be felt clearly in the air by anybody who cares to pay attention. A lurking sort of heat that has the winds darting off to cooler climates and Chione snuggling deep within her frosted retreats for yet another few months. A pressing kind of burn that makes all fall before it…
In the most pleasurable of ways.
Their love making is not frantic in this time, not rushed or hurried or meant to keep them from the biting colds of the underworld. It is slow, rippling, lazy - just them lying in a field with nobody else to trouble them and nowhere else to be.
She languidly presses a bite just before his ear, he responds with a jerking roll of his hips.
He softly winds his fingers through her hair, she laughs loud and long and tilts her head back to bask in the rays of the sun.
They kiss each other, slow and steady…
And keep rolling, keep touching with no sense of obligation and no sense of guilt. For here it is just them, just them together in this place that nobody can touch, just them…
And the heat.
Fandom: Greek Myth (AU)
Characters: Hades/Demeter
Rating: R
Notes: Written for Hearts_blood and the prompt July. Slowly easing myself back into these guys.
Summary: The thing about July is that it’s hot.
The thing about July is that it’s hot.
Sizzling, waiting, a heavy kind of oppression that can be felt clearly in the air by anybody who cares to pay attention. A lurking sort of heat that has the winds darting off to cooler climates and Chione snuggling deep within her frosted retreats for yet another few months. A pressing kind of burn that makes all fall before it…
In the most pleasurable of ways.
Their love making is not frantic in this time, not rushed or hurried or meant to keep them from the biting colds of the underworld. It is slow, rippling, lazy - just them lying in a field with nobody else to trouble them and nowhere else to be.
She languidly presses a bite just before his ear, he responds with a jerking roll of his hips.
He softly winds his fingers through her hair, she laughs loud and long and tilts her head back to bask in the rays of the sun.
They kiss each other, slow and steady…
And keep rolling, keep touching with no sense of obligation and no sense of guilt. For here it is just them, just them together in this place that nobody can touch, just them…
And the heat.