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[heliosrising]

Who: Apollo and Daphne
What: Daphne comes over to help Apollo with his studying. Snuggling ensures.
Where: Apollo’s penthouse
When: Seven in the evening.
Warnings: To be announced.

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[olympic_nymph]

Why she was doing this, Daphne didn't know. As much as she tried to stay away, she kept being drawn to Apollo, even offering to study with him when she knew almost nothing about medicine. She knew first aid, CPR, AED... but she didn't know as much as he did.

What was she doing? This was so not a good idea. She even primped a little, tying her hair back neatly into a ponytail and donned a pair of dark blue jeans and a peasant style shirt.

She wondered if she should put on more lip gloss.

She hated herself so much at that moment.

But that didn't stop her from knocking.

[heliosrising]

When he heard the knock, he smiled a bit and stood up leaving his text on the coffee table. Apollo was glad she decided to come, more glad that she seemed to be warming up to him. Apollo was attracted to her, that was no joke, no matter how many times certain people said that he could find someone of a better match for himself. Apollo wasn’t interested in anyone else, so that was the truth of it. Daphne had somehow made him want to continue, and this was rare for Apollo.

Answering the door, Apollo smiled when he saw her and held it open for her. “Hey.” He greeted a tease in his voice, “Are you sure you’re still up to reading all this stuff with me?”

[olympic_nymph]

Daphne flushed, sometimes unable to tell when he was joking or serious. She was social stunted, having avoided most males for most of her life to concentrate on her trade. But now she didn't have swimming and she didn't have surfing. Daphne found herself ridiculously involved with this young man, someone who probably had a harem of girls and would only see her as a notch in his bedpost.

Mostly, she found herself not caring about that. They could-- they could be friends. Right.

"I brought some provisions," she said seriously, "coffee and snacks."

[heliosrising]

He smiled brightly. “Thank you.”

Holding the door open for Daphne to come in, he found himself observing her for a moment. She seemed such a simple woman, yes, but even with all the elaborate girls he already interacted with, it was Daphne that he had picked to be a little more emotional with.

Why?

She was just that. Simple. It was refreshing to have someone around him so adoringly down to earth. It made him swell up with warmth inside.

He noticed that he had missed her. He felt more when she had agreed to come. Despite it being sort of a rocky thing between them... He gently leaned in and stole a kiss.

[olympic_nymph]

The chips she was holding flew out of the bag with her surprise. Even though they had spent a (drunken) night together, even though he knew her, this little kiss nearly broke her. Her face was bright red and it was a miracle that the coffee didn't spill at her feet.

Apollo looked utterly ridiculous with chips in his hair but he looked... human. Not some playboy smooth talking guy but human.

"J-just friends," she managed to stutter out, shoving past him into his apartment even though she wasn't invited. "Chips. Coffee. Friends."

[heliosrising]

He was flustered when she reacted like that. Somewhat expectant though, she had a fiery side to her. Chips fell from his hair now not so perfect as it usually was and a mess littered the front of his hallway. Apollo merely blinked a moment as she rushed past him.

Apollo smiled. He had no regrets. Although she had rejected that, he still felt pride at stealing a small kiss, the taste of her familiar on his lips. He turned, (as chips fell off his head, yes.) and watched her walk away, eyes following the sway of her hips.

“Sorry, yes, just friends.” For now.

He didn’t want to give up on her. Laughing lightly, he brushed his head free of chips and went to grab him broom from his closet. Apollo was actually a chronic clean freak.

“Sharp relaxes, as usual, Daphne.” He said with warmth.

[olympic_nymph]

She was going to vomit-- no, the twisting in her stomach was something completely different. Daphne felt like she was drowning, unable to breathe properly. Just the way he said her name--

Danger, danger Will Robinson. ABORT SHIP. REPEAT, ABORT SHIP.

Clearing her throat and trying to somehow make herself seem more feminine (who was she kidding? She was all height and lean muscle), she sat down a bit clumsily. It was so ridiculous. Apollo could have any woman-- supermodel or not-- that he wanted. She was so... plain. Boring. Average. The best she could offer was beating him in a surfing contest.

"Your place is nice," she said carefully, wishing this bra she was wearing (why oh why didn't she stick with her normal sports bra?) was a little less itchy.