Comments | hometrail: got love in my tummy [closed]

truthandlyres in hometrail

got love in my tummy [closed]

Mar 22, 2011 19:58

Characters: Apollo and Cassandra
Setting/Location: The lookout, at night
Date & Time: Day 62, evening
Warnings: Sexual tension
Summary: Dinner. With some schmucks.

( and I feel like loving you )

apollo, cassandra of troy

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cassie_of_troy March 23 2011, 01:35:27 UTC

Cassandra was late arriving. It wasn't on purpose. It was due to her own hesitation. Cassandra just didn't know what to expect, meeting Apollo like this. Everything had changed. She had known, known before things happened in the shower, that they would. And, too, she had known that once she hesitated, once she stopped to think, that she wouldn't be able to stop. And so it had been ( ... )

truthandlyres March 23 2011, 02:12:59 UTC

He didn't turn to face Cassandra. He knew by the sound of his footsteps that it was her--even if he hadn't been able to smell her. Still. Best not to dwell on that part too much or he might very well feel the inclination to grab her and pin her against the wall and then--

Well, that wasn't wooing.

"Hello, Swan," he spoke softly. "I wasn't sure if you would really come."

He hadn't realized that until he'd spoken it aloud. He turned to face her and gave a brief smile. "You look dashing." Beautiful didn't really seem the appropriate description.

cassie_of_troy March 23 2011, 02:25:41 UTC

Right out of the gate, Cassandra felt a bit overwhelmed. She didn't know what to respond to first, the comment about her being dashing--whatever that meant--or the fact that he was still referring to her by that awful pet name he had given her as child. Perhaps, she supposed, it would be best not to respond to either. She didn't want to start out this encounter on an angry note. That had an unusual tendency to spiral out of control, recently. And her mind briefly flashed back to the showers ( ... )

truthandlyres March 23 2011, 02:33:01 UTC

"I'm glad," he replied truthfully. He walked over to the table where dinner was set and pulled out a chair--another tip he'd read about--and gestured to it. "Please, sit," he encouraged.

The trouser look was not, he decided, particularly pretty, but there were certain advantage to it. Between that and the corset, much less was left to the imagination than with a flowing chiton.

Of course, chitons made for easier access--no! Apollo scowled momentarily, though he was quick to cover it. Damn it. No, that wasn't a romantic thought at all. He'd have to work on this.

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