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Persephone » C. Anne Bennet ([info]_persephone) wrote in [info]myth_swim,
@ 2009-10-04 00:30:00


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Entry tags:complete, hades, persephone

Hades and Persephone: The First Winter
Who: Hades and Kore Persephone
What: Post-abduction conversation takes an unexpected turn -- now everything has changed. Everything.
Where: The Underworld
When: Shortly after the Abduction, sometime between the Bronze and Heroic Ages
Rating: R
Status: Complete

The echoing halls of the royal palace of Hades were vast, majestic, expansive -- much like the whole land, from the foreboding black gates to the Stygnian city, the orchards and endless fields of asphodel to the massive, ferocious three-headed hound and sable-black cattle. The spring goddess crossed her arms, a combination of frustration -- with him and with herself, though that made little sense -- and general coldness. Away from the light of the sun above, the subterranean realm was notably more frigid than what she was used to, no warmth from the rays above, no need to take refuge, from time to time, from the sultry heat in the cool shade. It was all cold there, all shade, and the days that had passed had made it no better. She pulled her dark green himation over her chiton close as she walked, steps making not a sound as she went, down a corridor then another, through winding stairways, past doors and windows.

Her eyes glanced out one such window, where she could see the river in the darkness, and they narrowed. The ferryman had pulled her out, drenched and displeased, tut-tutting her effort to swim across. "I could have made it!" she'd protested, and he had given her a skeptical look and escorted her back to the palace.

She shook her head, and kept going. Why was she there? She did not belong there, not really. Why wouldn't he take her back? He could find someone else, she was certain, someone more worthy than she. With these thoughts, and more that she did not wish to think on, she reached the ornate door. She looked at it, jaded and skeptical, leery and mindful, betraying the fanciful blooms that were woven into her tresses -- lilies and violets aplenty. She paused, debating with herself for a moment, knowing she needed to speak to him -- though in truth she knew it would be in vain -- knowing likewise that he would most likely be there, in his bedroom, if not in the throne room, where she'd just checked. She knocked once, twice, three times.

Knock, knock, knock...


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[info]hades_
2009-10-04 04:59 am UTC (link)
The arm chair was lush, and the wine was pure. Hades sat thoughtfully, sipping from his goblet occasionally as the fire from the hearth crackled lowly. This was not what he had wanted. This was wrong. He should never have listened to his brother! Acted in the boarish way of the Sky king! It was not his way. He had wanted to court her, to woo her. And now that which he most wanted despised him, and he knew he could not hold her here much longer. She would be found, and no matter what promise Zeus had made him, he would never see her again.

Hades sighed into his glass, part of him knew Zeus had been correct (that fact alone pained him greatly) their sister would never allow Hades the chance. Why did he have to run into her that faithful day and let her bewitch him so? Why couldn’t she have had any other mother? He took a long drink from his glass trying to push away the ever prevent though. Did he deserve her love after all he had done?

The knocking pulled him out of his dark thoughts and in an instant he was at the door. Stunned would be the only way he could describe how he felt. She had come to him! Maybe just …maybe…

“Kore!” he could not help but smile at the sight of her, he opened the door wider so she may enter “come, warm yourself by the fire.”

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-04 05:14 am UTC (link)
The spring goddess looked at him, the Ruler of Many, King of the Dead in his darkly exalted majesty, grimly resplendent, her eyes meeting his evenly. He was smiling. Her thoughts went back a few days -- how many things had changed since then -- to when she'd first seen him, on Olympus, when she'd first seen him smile. 'You should smile more often,' she'd said, before giving it another thought. Why was he smiling now? She curtsied then stepped in, feeling like she was oddly invading his space, looking at him curiously.

"Thank you, gracious majesty," she said, a slight shiver escaping her. She clutched her cloak and got closer to the flames, searching for the words she'd uttered so often, her response to half the few things he'd said while she'd been there. Instead, what came out was: "Please, don't call me that."

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[info]hades_
2009-10-04 05:30 am UTC (link)
His smile faltered as he watched her enter the room. He had gotten his hopes up. This was not what he was waiting for. He closed the door behind her before following her to the hearth removing the wine from the table next to the chair, the chalice disappearing in his hand. He did not want to temp her with food or drink, he did know of her fast, and would not entrap her hear by such means.

“What shall I call you then?” he inquired, knowing of her distaste for her given name but not knowing she had changed it.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-04 07:54 am UTC (link)
She noted his actions, somewhat perplexed, though she said nothing of them. Her expression briefly registered it, going from bewildered to something akin to realization in a brief moment. Then, the look was gone. He confused her, made her second-guess things, made her -- she shuddered at the thought -- feel things. She hadn't touched a morsel of food or drink, politely declining it all, and here he was, making all trace of them disappear in her vicinity? She would have imagined he would have wanted her to be around such things as -- she recognized the scent then -- wine, would have wanted her to yield to the temptation of it, but it was not as she'd thought. He was not as she'd thought.

She looked at him, frowning as she noted the fallen smile, and hesitated before procuring a small scroll, little things scribbled on it, words and sounds, syllables and roots, some things crossed out here and there, replaced with other syllables. She handed it to him, subtly glancing around the room. Why had she ventured there? (His bedchamber, of all places!) Why was it she had to see him?

"Something not as childish, or honeysuckle sweet, or vir--innocent," she said, looking back at him and away from their surroundings in his room. "What do you think?" She wasn't sure why she asked him, didn't know why his opinion on such a matter was of any consequence to her. She likewise wasn't sure why she hadn't asked him what she'd gone there to ask him in the first place. Each time she'd seen him, every other sentence that escaped her lips had been "Please, take me back to my fields and flowers." It had gone from cold and cagey (coupled with the occasional angry "You didn't even let me say good-bye!") to nonchalant -- it was at the point where she might well have been asking him to pass the salt or pepper across a dinner table -- there was no begging, no pleading, no demanding, no sign whatsoever of anything other than calm, dignified reservation. She tried to reason that it had something to do with her little dip in the river, but she knew that wasn't quite right.

This whole thing wasn't quite right! She knew how it went. All a king's liaisons were soon over. They blew hot, they blew cold.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-05 12:15 am UTC (link)
Hades watched her as she looked around the room; she noticed her expression falter and change but said nothing. After all he knew he knew not what they meant; their short time together had taught him that. He placed a new log on the fires before standing to cross towards her taking the scroll from her hand, his fingers brushing hers for just a moment. Even the brief contact making his skin feel alive. His eyes meeting hers for just a moment before her looked at the scroll in his hands.

His eyes scanned the page a moment before a whisper of a name left his lips “Persephoneia” he said the name like a prayer. He looked back towards her. “I think its beautiful,” He said handing the page back to her “evocative, powerful, stunning,” he paused “perfect” He said sincerely “for a Queen.”

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-05 12:38 am UTC (link)
"Thank you. I'm glad you like it," she said, grinning, feeling something strange. Well, why was she glad? And it all went back to why, exactly, it seemed to matter what he thought -- a strange thing, since she'd never really cared about such things before, not like that. It confused her, just like the brush of his fingers confused her, and she did not like confusion. It frustrated her, just as he did, with his looks and his voice, the way her name came forth from his lips.

"But," she shook her head, looking away, the grin falling, "I'm not the queen type. Athena of Metis -- Eunomia, Dike, or Eirene of Themis -- Hebe or Eileithyia of Hera -- one of them," she said, "legitimate daughters of Zeus, by his wives proper, they have ruling potential. Not me. I've been kept away among the fields and flowers. Give a crown, I pray you, to a lady more deserving of your majesty's affections." The words came out wrong, not as she'd intended. Perhaps it was that she didn't mean them as she had before. Her tone, the way she was looking at him, it was different, less reserved.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-05 08:25 am UTC (link)
Hades fingers played lightly along the back of the chair he was standing behind, as if perhaps it was a piano of some sort. Thinking. He stopped after a second and moved across the small seating area to where she stood. He reached out and softly turned her face towards him. He chose his words delicately, and said each one with a meticulous purpose.

“And it is that separation from court that I will forgive you for your rash judgments of my character. I am not my brothers, or my sisters for that matter, and I would care for you not to judge me by their actions again.” It was a warning, but not a harsh one. “I care not for the ways of the court in the sky; I care not for proper breeding. Breeding is not what makes a queen. You, my Persephone, have the marking of greatness within you, I saw it in you in the instant I met you upon Olympus, the way you met my eye and did not shrink back in fear. I do not wish for a meek Queen, I do not wish for a terrified Queen. I do wish for someone who would stand strong by my side, my equal.” His fingers softly stroked her cheek as he spoke a smirk playing across his lips before his next words “The type of woman who would try to swim across the Acheron, even if it was only in an attempt to escape me.”

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-05 04:49 pm UTC (link)
His proximity again made her breath catch, the touch of his fingertips made her head swim. "Taking a dip was not a brilliant gem of decision-making, I must grudgingly admit, in retrospect," she said, with a short hint of mirth. Her hand went up toward his, her fingertips grazing over it for a moment. Then she took his hand in hers, brows knitting together as she looked at him, questioningly, trying to think clearly but finding it difficult.

"I'm confused. How have I judged rashly?" she asked, her voice soft, no biting cynicism or firmness to it, just confusion. He confused her, and, just as frustratingly, the way she was feeling confused her. "Why did you take me? What have I done to make you treat me like this?"

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[info]hades_
2009-10-06 04:31 am UTC (link)
Hades watched her fingers as they moved over his hand, indulging in ever touch. And even as the words formed to answer her first questions they where torn away as she asked her last. He pulled his hand away from hers “Treat you like this?” he asked, his temper peaking. Hades was normally one with an even temper, but something about that question struck a nerve. “Treat you like what? I have provided anything you need, everything you desire, left you wanting for nothing. I have done everything within my power to make your stay easy, removed all food or drink from your surrounding, provided you with a luxurious room and clothing, I even planted the pomegranate tress so you would not be with out so semblance of plant life.” His tone was not loud, but it was cold and unsettling.

“I have not forced myself upon you, taking you unwillingly.” His voice softened at this point, he met her eyes “I will never, never, take advantage of you. I brought you here because I want you to choose. I do not want your temperamental mother to choose for you, or even your father. I wanted to show you all that I could give you, wanted to try to win your affections. Would any other God have given you the same choice?”

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-06 07:27 am UTC (link)
The break in contact made her cold, feeling suddenly almost empty, devoid of something. His words were further chilling, and she crossed her arms, vexed, unable to think, complex set of emotions surfacing past her guard -- exasperation, ire, anguish, passion, confusion, things she normally had control over -- all evident on her face and in her posture. She shifted uncomfortably at his last words, but did not look away. He had taken her from a meadow where she had been picking flowers! Where had the choice been in that? And yet, he'd not -- as he'd plainly pointed out -- had his way with her. The two actions seemed almost at odds with one another. It took a moment for her to respond, to form a comprehensible response.

"No," she said, shifting again. "No, they wouldn't have," she conceded, her discomfiture evident as the words hung in the air for a brief moment. "And -- thank you." Her crossed arms loosened, relaxing a bit, and her fingers played with the fabric of her himation, voice quiet, but not cold -- in fact, it was bordering on warm, though frank, straightforward and truthful. "I didn't mean to upset you. You don't need to give me things, or show me what you can give me, thought it's appreciated; please don't think it's not. But my affections aren't a prize for the winning. You took me from a meadow -- was that any way to woo? And yet now, down here, you've made no move to--" she looked away for a moment as she said the words, clearly uncomfortable, "ravish me," then she looked back at him. "It's all very confusing. I'm sorry." She paused, uncertainly. "You really want me to choose?" she asked.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-07 12:33 am UTC (link)
Looking at her was almost painful, she was so beautiful. He wanted nothing more then to feel her skin against his, to press her lips against hers, to press his face into her dark curls and inhale her sent. And someplace deep inside of him he wanted to forsake all that he had said, to take her just so he could have her. He hungered for her so, and there was only one cure. But it was his pride that stopped him, because he was better then his brothers. And this was one of the only ways he could show it.

“I had to take you, do you think your callow, puerile mother, my sister, would have let me even talk to you otherwise? No. look at the fit she throws even now.” He took a breath to steady himself; anger of Demeter’s actions would not get him anywhere. “It was a rash decision, and possibly not the correct one, but I can not change that now, I just had to talk to you. To see you.” He took both of her hands in his “And I do what you to chose, but not today. I want you to think of what you really want, what would really make you happiest. To make a choice based on what you and you alone want.” He paused drawing her closer to him “But dearest Persephone, know that is you chose me by Styx I swear I will forsake any other woman for you, that I would love you with the ferocity that Ares loves war or Artemis loves the hunt, I would love you with the passion Apollo loves his songs or Hephaestus his metal working, I would love you with the intensity that Poseidon loves the ocean or that Zeus loves himself.” His breath what heavy, and his eyes where intense. “So know that, Persephone, always know that.”

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-07 01:17 am UTC (link)
The intensity in his brown eyes and the passion of his stygnian oath caught her off guard -- she didn't know what to say, didn't know how to begin, didn't know just what she was feeling, let alone how to voice it. Perhaps it was that what she was feeling, exactly, scared her, that she knew, deep down, that the intensity was reflected in the tumult of emotions she felt. She took a small step closer still, looking up at him, faces just inches apart, close enough that the fabric of their clothing was touching, her hands cold in his, aware that her palms were probably sweaty, heart beating so quickly she was almost sure he could hear it, trying to keep her breathing slow, but finding it difficult. It was hard to breathe around him.

"Hades--" Her voice was just a barely above a whisper, the first time she'd ever said his name aloud, dark eyes staring into his, anxiety in her pair, though the returned intensity was evident. "I don't know what to say." She was scared of what she might say if she spoke more, scared she might do something stupid, something impulsive. He made her feel impulsive, like reason and logic no longer applied, and there was only that -- that feeling, that passion.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-07 01:37 am UTC (link)
To say he was disappointed by her words would have been an understatement, but he knew he was not asking her something easy. He just hoped that he had taken the right path to her heart. Because now that was all he could do. He squeezed her cold hands gently, he could feel her push racing through her and again he could only hope it was a good thing. He leaned down and kissed the top of each of her hands softly before looking back at her.

“I know.” He said softly after a long pause. “And its ok. Next time you ask me to take you back you your fields I will.” He paused and could not help but add “ But I hope that you will not.”

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-07 06:24 am UTC (link)
She looked at him, surprised, silent in amazement before speaking again. She was free, free to choose, really free to really choose, something she would never have expected, the only thing she'd really wanted. He had placed the decision in her hands, had let her go.

"Please--" But the word was not as she'd uttered it so often, not like when he'd first taken her that she would ask him to return her. It was different -- the words she'd formed before were no longer at her lips. She shook her head, a ghost of a smile tugging at her lips, a genuine smile. The feeling of his kisses on her hands lingered.

"No, not like this," she pulled one of her hands from his, reaching up, fingertips brushing against his face. At that moment, she knew. Perhaps it started, seeds planted, the moment her eyes met his on Olympus, what seemed ages ago. Perhaps it was nurtured, despite his brash taking, by his subtle actions and considerations since he'd taken her. Perhaps it was his sworn promise, and the fact that he would let her choose -- in that moment, she knew -- in that moment, it bloomed. He had given her the choice...

She tiptoed, kissing just a millimeter from the corner of his lips, closer than she'd ventured that day on Olympus.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-07 08:36 am UTC (link)
Hades was surprised by her words, even more so by her actions. Her lips felt like the first sight of sunlight after years in the dark, like the first drink of water after an eternity of thirst. Her kiss, made him feel new. Her fingers on his skin felt like little bits of lighting running over him. He tentatively raised his free hand, and he touched her chin lightly his hand softly moving along the line of her chin towards her neck and into her soft curls.

“Then like this?” he asked softly, his voice husky with desire as he used his hand that was in her hair to tilt her head up towards his and he leaned over and kissed her lips softly and tenderly.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-08 12:05 am UTC (link)
The feeling of his lips on hers was Elysian, like the whole universe stood still, across the three great realms, and in that moment, there was just them, just him and her and nothing more. The tone of his voice had stirred something new in her, his lips making it intensify a thousand times over. Nothing else mattered -- how could she have thought this was wrong, when it was so right?

She returned the kiss, one foot lifting up, popping as she did. There was no hesitation, only instinct, the thought that she would give a thousand summers for just a moment of this -- crazy as she would have thought that sounded before, crazy as it still sounded, if she could stop and think on it, crazy and impulsive, logic long since discarded, disoriented in the haze of things he was making her feel. Her fingertips traced toward his hair gently, as she returned the kiss, lips softly exploring his, taking in each detail, the memory of the moment etched in her mind -- she would never forget that moment, not in an eternity of existence, that perfect moment, when their hearts met and both were his and hers.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-08 04:03 am UTC (link)
In that moment there was just them. Hades would have sworn by it. It would be this moment that he would think on when the lies would spread, lies so strong he would even question him self, had he forced her? Taken advantage? It would be this moment that would ground him, remind him that she was truly his because she had chosen to be, not because he had taken her.

His other hand snaked around her waist and pulled her against him softly and he deepened the kiss. He broke away from the kiss, only so his lips could move along her jaw up towards her ear. He breathed in deeply the sent of her hair, deep floras and just a hint of a crisp wood. He could have lived forever in that smell. He kissed her ear softly, then below her ear he kissed along her long elegant neck.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-08 04:33 am UTC (link)
She'd made a noise of protest as his lips broke contact with hers. Her brows had knitted together in confusion at his actions, but that was short-lived, a small gasp escaping her as he kissed along her neck, his lips both tickling and feeling wonderful, warm, a sensation she'd never known. How had she lived without knowing it? Without him? Without him.

She didn't want to be without him. It was like he completed her, like he was what she'd been missing, wanting, searching for in her little game of hide-and-seek on Olympus that day.

Her fingertips twined themselves in his hair, his name at her lips as she tried to see through the fog of desire that had consumed her. She tried to focus. "Hades--" she managed, her voice barely above a whisper, pulling away, with not a little reluctance. "What's going to happen?" she asked.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-08 04:59 am UTC (link)
He loved the sound of his name as it fell from her lips, he could listen to her soft husky voice say anything and it would be magical, he was sure. She would be his queen, and he would place her on a pedicel so was his love for her. She was not his other half; Hades didn’t think you needed another person to complete you. She would be his partner; she would make him his best and hopefully he would do the same for her, he would give anything to make her shine like a star.

But at her question he paused in his thoughts. “What do you mean?” he returned just as softly, as if perhaps if he spoke to loud the spell would be broken and she would disappear.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-08 05:33 am UTC (link)
She looked at him, frowning, trying to put into words what she was thinking, feeling. The idea that her stay with him was only temporary had been of artificial comfort in those days when she'd first arrived, but now -- now, it was not so comforting. She shook her head.

"Nevermind. It’s not important,” she decided. It could be dealt with later, when and if it came up.

She leaned in and kissed him again, with more confidence and less hesitation this time.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-08 05:44 am UTC (link)
Hades was a man, an affection starved man at that, and while he was concerned about her question it was pushed out of his mind as she kissed him again. And then his mind was only on her, on kissing her and the feeling of her body pressed up against his, her sent filling his nose and the feel of the thin fabric of her dress and just how easy it would be to tear off of her. So you see, there was not much room left in his desire fogged mind left to comprehend what she was talking about. He just wanted to kiss her, well perhaps much much more then that. After all his mind had also not forgotten that they where in his room and was calculating how much luck he had left in his life.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-08 06:16 am UTC (link)
And she was the spring goddess, essence of flowers booming, of fertility, and however much she'd been shielded from this, it only made the desire stronger, now that she was experiencing it, new and unfamiliar, enveloping her -- as their lips met again, she was unable to see beyond it.

Her hands moved over his chest, relishing each inch of contact, up to his shoulders. This time, it was Persephone that trailed kisses along his jawline, to his ear, where she paused, whispering "Seduce me. Kiss me. And dance with me; I love dancing. Ravish me with spins and dips. Seduce me."

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[info]hades_
2009-10-08 06:28 am UTC (link)
Hades was not a dancer, his life before the underworld was old war stories and his time after he had his brothers split the Kingdoms, well that was filled with darkness and loneliness. He had never danced before, not really. But he would not deny her; he would never be able to deny her anything. With a though soft music filled the air, he kissed her lips before whispering “don’t laugh.” But it was not a stern warning, it was a small joke, he could not help but smile as he said it. taking her hands in his he pulled her close and began to move with the music “I’ve never done this before.” He admitted.

His dancing was far from smooth, but it was heartfelt, and it was easy to fall into a rhythm with her. Spinning slowly around the room. Softly he dipped her and when he brought her back up he kissed her as they danced.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-09 03:04 am UTC (link)
She kissed him back, grinning as he brought her back up. "Laugh? Never!" she said, cheerily, just happy he was dancing with her, enjoying each heartfelt step, each slow spin, every dip and kiss, every suggestive move. She could have danced with him forever, wanted more than that, to be closer than that. Those desires of closeness, that impassioned want fueled her next words and actions...

"Let's try -- a volta," she said, something suggestive about her voice. She clapped, a mirthful smirk finding its way to her lips as she looked at him, mischievously, the music changing, picking up, a steady percussion beat followed by an impassioned melody -- it was the sort of dance that would be breathtaking, seductively scandalous centuries later, akin to a Bacchanalian frenzy, fueled by passion and desire. She stood close to him, facing him, on his right side, so close their hips were touching, and she took his hands in hers, slowly guiding one around her back, and the other, so he was holding her. She placed her left hand on his left shoulder, and grabbed her skirts with her free hand. She showed him, wordlessly, the steps, first a small one, then a longer step on the second beat, so they were effectively moving around each other, in a most intimate and suggestive manner. "Then, you're supposed to lift me, four times, so we make a couple of circles," she said, turning to him and taking a leap with the music.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-09 03:39 am UTC (link)
Hades was learning quickly, his eyebrow knit together as she showed him the steps. And as she leapt with the music she help her rise quickly, and he brought her down slowly relishing the feel of her body sliding against his own. Loving the way her hair fell around them like a soft curtain tickling his face. He place her on the ground softly just in time to lift her again, and again, and again. His eyes never leaving her.

“I think I quite like this dance.” He mused with a playful smirk. Holding her close he could feel her warmth through her clothing, the tantalizing promise of soft supple flesh was just a few layers of clothing away was driving him mad. “You are a rare radiant flower, dear Persephone, you shine brightly in the darkness of Acheron.”

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-09 04:15 am UTC (link)
"I'm glad -- I very much like dancing it with you." Her voice was low, a risqué edge to it. She moved with him, closer each time they sensuously stepped, the proximity making her skin tingle. Her fingers started to play with the fabric at his shoulders, and she smirked back, eyes alight with mirth.

"Thank you. And you're incredible, charming, devastatingly handsome in your dark majesty, more than I could ever have asked for, Hades," she said, each word slow, her fingers more obviously moving against his shoulders, pushing the fabric aside, just slightly.

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[info]hades_
2009-10-09 04:25 am UTC (link)
Her tone stirred him; he was a pot of boiling water ready to overflow. Her nimble fingers on him, teasing him. It was more then he could bear as she began to slowly push his clothing away. There was a hunger in his eyes, a ravenous hunger and a deep thirst that only she could fill and quench.

With a gracefulness that was still to be desired in his dancing he scooped her up into his arms and carried her over to his lush bed where he laid her down carefully. He kissed the corner of her mouth and then kissed her fully. A hand running along her side delighting in her soft curves.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-09 04:41 am UTC (link)
A delighted, indistinct murmur escaped her at his actions, both wanted and needed, needed like nothing she'd ever needed in all of her existence. She returned the kiss, hands hungrily moving from his shoulders, pushing the fabric aside, to his chest. His touch was electric, titillating, each movement of his hands enticing and enthralling. Her own hands continued to move over him, delighting in his warmth, wanting to feel every inch of him, to feel him pressed up against her, wanting things she'd never known could be wanted.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-10 01:07 am UTC (link)
Hades hands moved over her, every inch of her, committing her body to memory. His hands also tugged on the soft fabric until it gave way with a small ripping noise. He smiled devilishly down upon her as he pulled the fabric away to reveal her body. His pale hands moving over her tanned summer skin, the contrast between her body under his hands was breathtaking. He drank in her every curve. His touch was firm and purposeful but not hard.

He leaned over her ear, his whisper husky and deep. “Will you consent to me, beautiful Persephone, will you be my Queen?” He had to ask, had to be sure this is what she wanted.





The feral sound of ripping fabric, the sight of his alluring, devilish smile, the feeling of his hands roaming over her as her hands roamed over him, delighting in each moment of contact, exploring his chest, his back, his shoulders, his arms, going before, behind, between, above, below -- it sent her carnal desire spiraling. There was a moment of modesty, a second when she looked away, as his eyes went over her body, first time exposed, but the feeling of his skin on hers, of him against her, the sight of his flesh, made her discard all notion of temporary innocent shyness.

Persephone turned to him, nodding, leaning into his ear, her voice low, barely above an impassioned whisper, uttering his name with something akin to provocative reverence. "Always, forever, Hades, my King."

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[info]hades_
2009-10-10 09:00 pm UTC (link)
The sound of her voice, its strong whisper, the sound of her passion, Hades could not contain himself anymore. His face buried into the crook of her neck, kissing her soft skin, even nipping it ever so lightly with his teeth. He worked his way down her, savoring every part of her that he could. His hands working in tandem with his mouth.

He all but growled her name “My Persephone, my goddess, my only, my queen” as he cupped her breasts tongue flicking over her nipples.

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[info]_persephone
2009-10-11 06:38 am UTC (link)
Her heart soared at his words, at his near-growl, her hands moving to his hair, pulling slightly at his kisses and nips. She gasped, her eyes opening wide in surprise at the movements of his hands and tongue.

She couldn't control herself, needed to be closer, needed to feel more of him. She just knew that she needed him, wanted him, desired him more than she'd ever desired anything in her life. "Oh, Hades," she managed, dazed in a haze of carnal lust, "make me your queen--" she wrapped one of her legs around him subconsciously, not sure of what she was doing, or why "--so we shall be one, and one another's all."

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[info]hades_
2009-10-11 10:51 pm UTC (link)
And who was Hades to deny her what she wanted, and he would take her, he would make her his queen. But he would not take her right away; he would take pleasure in her body fully before he would strip her of her maidenhood. He would work over her like a sculptor or painter works on his art. And at the end their bliss would be so great the earth would shake from it, would shutter in the enjoyment of the earth god and goddess.

But that, children, is a story for a much later time, and we will allow the dark king and his new queen a moment of privacy for their intimacy.

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