Soft pink hair curled neatly around Persephone's cheekbones, more ringlets falling daintily to the nape of her neck and slender collarbone. She had just slipped into a gauzy black dress with a modest sweetheart neckline. It boosted her confidence and smoothed in all the right places. It was also the third dress she had tried on in twenty minutes. Anxiety filled the small pink goddess, and she chewed on her bottom lip worriedly. She stared at her reflection.
"I wasn't really sold on that dress, so if you think that I should pick a different one, don't hesitate to let me know! How about this one? I know you said they were all fine but...but I don't want to just show up looking like -" Persephone paused, hands twisted together nervously as she turned her head to look at Hades.
She had perched herself on a soft, cobalt blue cushion in at a rather intricately designed vanity. Hades had ordered it special for her when she had moved in. The pink and blue crystallized roses swirling the edges of the mirror had easily stolen her heart. He had purchased it along with several other things she swore she would never need, although, her heart continued to swell with the sweetness of his gifts. Hades was a kind husband, despite popular belief. The littlest joys he gave his wife brought him great pleasure. It was breathtaking to see the light in him in those moments, and often pretty amusing, if she went by Hecate's sly, knowing smiles whenever she spotted them side by side. So whenever he was given the oppurtunity to dote on his cute wife, he did. Persephone's eyes widened in surprise, her words and reflection in the pretty mirror forgotten as she heard a quiet snore. Was he asleep? She craned her neck, pushing herself up from the tufted cushion of the vanity seat.
He was! She giggled into her palm, brilliant pink eyes soaking up the sight. The busy King of the Underworld - in all his glory - snoozing in a crumpled button up, tie askew, snoring. His suit jacket laid in a wrinkled mess underneath Cordon Bleu. The dog was nestled comfortably against his hip, the little enabler, and was fast asleep beside him. They were supposed to be getting ready for Zeus's party, but it didn't look like Hades was as nervous about attending as she was.
She found herself tiptoeing across the room. Now, it wasn't like her to be so bold, but something about that angelic view drew her in closer to her husband. She had seen the flower nymphs asleep before, and her mother, but there was just something about the tranquility emanating from this particular god that made this...different. The hard lines of his brow often remained furrowed, the sharp angle of his jaw, and stern, dark eyes were all missing. Warmth and softness and content had stolen away his worry, revealing the handsome husband underneath the stressors of his title as King of the Underworld. His lips parted in a sigh. Persephone wondered if he was dreaming, as she carefully slid onto the satin sheets, much to Cordon Bleu's chagrin. She smothered more giggles at the pup's look at being woken up. The white fluff ball hopped off the bed, little feet click clacking on the wood floor right out of the room.
A manicured fingertip traced that relaxed jawline, then slid up with the rest of her hand into Hades's hair. He smelled of something rich and dark, of fire, and intoxicatingly of just...Hades. She dipped her head down, to kiss his cheek. Smooth lips met hers, much to her surprise, and she found herself looking into brilliant crimson that was her beloved's eyes. He kissed her gently, guiding her to hover above him with one hand bracing her waist, the other seeking the hand she had so affectionately combed through his hair. She wrinkled her nose in pretend disdain, earning a quiet chuckle. A pleasurable warmth surged through her veins as his fingers traveled up her side to the clips at the back of her bodice.
"Hades, t-the party..." she found her face felt hot, the dress abruptly too tight despite the flowy material of it. His face turned wicked, the change so quick it almost made her head spin. He licked at the thickest part of her bottom lip before capturing her mouth for a harder kiss. Still, his eyes never left hers. He pulled back, but only just so, forehead pressed to hers.
"Screw the party."
Persephone sighed. "But we skipped the last one too, and you know that eventually we have to make an appearance."
"And share the vision my beautiful wife?" He asked her softly, squeezing his hips for emphasis with strong fingers. Persephone swallowed a nervous moan, fidgeting. One of her curls was falling, shading her eyes.
"Beautiful?"
A chaste kiss, the whisper of sheets, and Persephone found herself beneath her dark king, frozen in awe at both his strength and the lightning fast change in him from sleep to wakefulness. Magenta eyes followed every curve of corded muscle, every mark, soaking up his gorgeous form peeking out from just beneath that rumpled shirt. She itched to pull apart the buttons and see more.
"The most beautiful," he murmured, head dipped down, tasting the hollow spot at her neck before curving upward. "I thought I was dreaming, but here you are - my beautiful queen."
"Beautiful," she repeated, grasping both sides of his face to pull him to her body. She shivered as he chuckled against her flesh. Her lips grazed the crown of his head reverently. He stretched, the movement achingly teasing, planting a smattering of kisses from the corner of her mouth to her forehead.
"But not as beautiful as the heart I see in you," she managed, "Gods, I love you, Hades."