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Bits and Pieces! This one is Ethel/Hades. Oh boy...this is all your fault Berry's Ambitions! You turned me on to this pairing. These prompts are all animal based, thanks to (believe it or not) my manager at the pet store. Here we go. Gee up!
Warning: Rated T for language
Constrictor
She remembered the first time he held her. It was more of a choke hold, but it was still holding. He had wrapped one large muscular arm around her neck and the other around her thigh. She had struggled, but it was fruitless. It was like being strangled by a boa constrictor. Her vision was twinkling after only a few seconds. The strength behind his hold was impressive, even in her semi-conscious state. Now, when he holds her, it is no longer aggressive, but it is still strong. At rest, he drapes an arm over her hips and pulls her close. Not hard enough to hurt, but enough to let her know she is his. When they play around, he lifts her with one arm over his shoulder. She squeals, saying that he will drop her or hurt himself.
He never does. With all his strength, he never lets her fall. Not once.
Guinea Pig
He sits, patiently, while she leans over the stove. He as asked her multiple times what she is making. She waves a hand at him and tells him to wait. So, he does. Once she is finished, she turns around a serves him something hot that looks like vomit. He cocks his head at it. He asks what it is. She frowns and tells him to try it.
"Please." She says, batting her eyelashes at him. The giant man complies, lifting a spoon of the stuff to his mouth. The moment it hits his tongue, he regrets it. He does not want to hurt her feelings, so he swallows it. The flavour is a strange mix between carrot soup, orange rinds, tobacco, and horse radish. He leans away from it and looks her in the face. She looks so hopeful it almost breaks his heart. He sighs and finishes the bowl.
"What is it?" He asks again. The petite woman smiles broadly at him.
"Chowder!"
Turtle
He came into the room, thinking to see her up and about dancing or cleaning like she usually was. Instead, his was met with sight of an almost empty room. He glanced around, searching for her.
"Eth?" He called. Silence met him briefly before a low moan came from under the covers on the bed. He walked over and laid a hand on the lump of covers. It rose and fell under his hand. He lifted the edge and peeked under. Sure enough, there she was. Her face was pale and her eyes were lidded. He asked her if she was alright.
"Oh, of course I'm not, Hade. I'm so sick." Her voice was low and croaky. The large male didn't know what to do for her. He asked if she wanted him to get her anything. She requested cold medicine and some orange juice. He nodded, telling her he would be back with what she wanted.
"Hurry, please. I feel like a bloated turtle." He froze and looked at her quizzically. From where he stood, she did look a bit like a turtle. Laying on her stomach, legs and arms out with a lump of covers and pillows on her back. He laughed lowly. She cursed at him.
Parakeet
She was devastated when her parakeet died. The little yellow and white bird was stiff at the bottom of his cage and she sat near to it, crying so hard she made herself sick. He asked her why she cared so much about an animal. She screamed at him, telling him it was not just an animal.
"Stephano was my friend!" He let her cry and buried the little bird out by a flowering cactus. She cried for days. He felt lost and didn't know how to console her. Then, he had an idea. He went to the station, asked Jeb for a huge favor, which he did, reluctantly at the end of his own gun. When his package arrived a few days later, he took it to her. She was still upset and she didn't seem to realize what was happening when he revealed it to her.
"For you." He said. "To replace Stephano." She stared hard at the things in his hands.
"Those are lovebirds, Hade."
Bull
She had never described sex with anyone as being anything related to animals, but she made an exception with him. Sex with him was always, ALWAYS rough, wild and 'quite the ride'. She always found herself exhausted afterwards and her abs and thighs would be sore for days, not to mention her unmentionables. When she rode him, he always bucked and writhed under her so hard that she felt like she was on one of those mechanical bulls at cowboy bars. One day, she went so far as shout 'yee-haw' while he pounded into her. It seemed to turn him on so fiercely that he flipped her over and fucked her from behind. When he finished, he leaned over and whispered into her ear.
"Gee up, cowgirl."
After that, Ethel made a mental note to being out her inner cowgirl more often.
Alrighty dighty, chickadees! That was my attempt at Ethel/Hades stuff. Good? Bad? Stinky? Rad? (rhyming, anyone?).
Did anyone catch the reference to Watch Me in this one? Cookies for anyone who did!
Next chapter- Letch-Cham brother oneshots! Not slash!
