You must be kidding
(Hermes' POV)
So many gods have courted her without success, so many would have taken her to bed. And among all of these gods she chose to enter a relationship with me. I'm the first person ever who's allowed to kiss her, to touch her, to… well.
I found it difficult to remember that Athena was still a virgin. She is so strong-willed and self-confident that I had to remind myself that I would've had to be the reassuring one this time. She is so cultured about almost everything that I had to remind myself that I would've been the experienced one this time.
First of all, I removed all of her hairpins, letting her honey hair fall loose on her shoulders. They are so beautiful. I rested my head on her shoulder and let her do whatever she wanted with my stupid curls, melting under her soft touch.
I undid her dress slowly, caressing every new inch of skin. She has a gorgeous, athletic body and this made me think about my less impressive one:
-I must warn you: my body isn't as beautiful as yours. No way.- I told her.
-If that's OK with you, I'll decide whether I like your body or not.- she told me, beginning to undress me as well.
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(Athena's POV)
Looking at his body I had to laugh. He regarded me with such a hurt expression that I quickly clarified:
-You have freckles everywhere!- he is indeed covered in freckles.
He looked down at his body, annoyed: -I hate them.-
-I love them.- I retorted, bending to kiss him. He kissed me slightly on the lips but soon pulled back. When I tried to reach for him again, he kept pulling back.
-What are you doing?- I asked.
He let out a malicious laugh: -I'm trying… no, wait, I'm succeeding in making you crazy.- he explained, covering his mouth with two fingers. When I tried to pull them away, he whirled:
-Oh, don't be like this. Or you won't get anything…- he all but purred with a smile.
-So what do you suggest?- I asked.
He just went behind me and started kissing my neck. Sweet Olympus! That made me almost squirm. I could feel him smile against my skin as he went on kissing until he reached the opposite shoulder.
-Now you may kiss me, milady.- he told me, turning me to face him. He couldn't even manage to complete the sentence because I complied instantly, so quickly that he shrieked. I gathered him in my arms enjoying the contact between our bodies and the fact that he was evidently reacting to our proximity.
-All of this just for a little kissing on the neck?- he asked breathlessly.
-A little kissing? You drove me mad!
-Oh, but that was just the appetizer!- he said with that purring voice again.
And he meant it. I think he touched each and every inch of my body and he apparently knew exactly where to touch me. And that wicked boy seemed extremely pleased with himself each time he elicited some reaction from me. That is to say, quite often.
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(Hermes' POV)
She was quite eager and sensitive and responsive. So much that this morning I feel as if I had spent my night under a punch press. Ugh.
While we were laying next to each other on my bed I stammered, not knowing exactly what to say: -This may be…hum… slightly painful at first. Er… tell me if you want me to stop.-
She just kissed me and I took it as a "yes".
Thankfully I almost didn't hurt her, I was so worried about that. She evidently was a novice but last night I could have the confirmation that she is a quick learner.
Later I rested my hair on her breast, letting her play with my hair again. She has a thing about them.
-I understand why Aphrodite keeps saying that.- she observed after a while.
-Saying what?-
-That you made her feel good like nobody else did.-
I blushed violently: -I-I don't believe her- I stammered.
She laughed softly.
-You're so lovely, Hermes. And you don't notice it. And this makes you all the more lovely.- she whispered, kissing my hair. I snugged closer, humming contentedly.
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(Athena's POV)
He was so adorable and so worried that he could've hurt me (which he didn't, not that much actually). It's been a wonderful night.
As I expected, he likes very much to cuddle after.
-I feel as if I had spent my night under a punch press!- he told me this morning, trying to stand up and falling back on the bed again.
-Are you comparing me to a punch press?-
-No. At least a punch press wouldn't have ruffled my hair like that!- he laughed gesturing at his curls, that were more messy than ever.
-They're usually so tidy, aren't they?- I joked before starting to tickle him –And don't you dare say I'm a punch press again!- I warned while he squirmed and laughed.
-If you keep tickling me I won't sleep with you for a year…- he retorted before laughing at his own sentence.
-Hermes, you must be kidding. You are kidding. Aren't you?-