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museicalme in mythologs

[closed/incomplete]

Feb 22, 2011 15:09

Characters: Agravaine (nevermercy) and Euterpe (museicalme)
Date/Time: 02/21, morning
Location: Agravaine's place
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Language, morning-after situations
Summary: Everything seems different come morning, even casual encounters.

( I woke up alarmed, I didn't know where I was at first, just that I woke up in your arms, and almost immediately I felt sorry... )

euterpe, agravaine

Comments 4

nevermercy February 22 2011, 22:15:00 UTC

Mornings were never a good time for Agravaine, no matter what happened the night before. More often than not, he woke up feeling grumpy and sleep-deprived, and a cup of coffee was rarely enough to rid him of his bear-like grouchiness. Sometimes, he could stay grouchy all day long, which for company was not a pleasant experience (two ex-wives could attest to this). Well, he never aimed to make people happy. If they got upset at his attitude, they could go fuck themselves with a sharp implement ( ... )

museicalme February 23 2011, 00:17:51 UTC

Grouchiness had never bothered Euterpe, though of course her current bed mate had no way of knowing that. She grew up around musicians, and most of them weren't exactly morning people. They never really stifled themselves around her, and as such she had some experience dealing with people who just didn't care. That, and her father was Zeus, so it's not like she wasn't preternaturally disposed to some douchiness herself ( ... )

nevermercy February 24 2011, 04:50:48 UTC

He slowly began to stir as she moved against him, but didn't bother opening his eyes just yet. There would be no surprise seeing her face or feeling her nude body tucked into his side, mostly because he'd gone to bed knowing just who could wake up in his arms. And even more shocking, he'd remember her name and who she was. Sometimes girls' names just didn't stick, even after he booted their asses out of his apartment.

Agravaine, who would never be a morning person as long as he lived, didn't make much of an effort to wake up fully, and put off facing the morning sun by allowing his fingers to continue their curious path along the curve of her waist, her strong bones of her hip -- any warm place within reach that would prompt another wiggle.

museicalme February 24 2011, 05:25:41 UTC

She started to calm down after a few moments, taking a deep breath and inhaling his scent as her laughter died off. There was something about the lazy path his touch was taking that gave her the impression that he had no idea what his actions were doing to her, as if she couldn't believe that he would deliberately tease her like this. She opened her eyes as a gasp escaped her lips, doing her best to stay quiet in an effort to let him sleep longer.

Euterpe, who for all intents and purposes tried to be considerate, except in this situation he wasn't playing fair at all, was debating the merits of being more assertive in the bedroom while her hands roamed down his stomach -- her legs sliding along his as she began to writhe closer.