The house is silent as I step outside. I'm nervous about meeting Hermes. I have no idea what to say. I have no idea what he'll say. I don't want to see him upset again. I remember how he cried the last time I saw him, when he told me he loved me. I hate that there was nothing I could do to make him feel better. I hate how everything's different now. Ever since... the thing... where everyone looked at me and laughed at me and said awful, horrible things, my world's been turned upside-down. I needed Hermes to be my friend, or pretend to be one, but he had to drop a bomb on me too. It would've cost him nothing to keep his mouth shut, but no, he had to tell me how he felt and leave me friendless, completely alone but sill feeling everyone's eyes burning into me. I don't think I'm mad at him, though. It's not his fault. I'm just sad.
When I arrive at the place Hermes wanted to meet, he's already there. Our eyes meet, and he looks sad too. I don't like it. He's supposed to be the constantly cheerful and wisecracking god whose stories I can listen to for hours while I pretend I don't have to go back to my prison and put on smiles for my enslaver at the end of the day.
"I'm sorry," Hermes speaks softly, shifting his gaze from me, to the ground, and then back to me. "I wanted to see you."
He looks down at his hand, in which he's holding a pair of sandals. Sandals I recognise. "These are yours. You should have them back." I remember when they went missing, around a week ago. It was a reminder that no matter what I do, I can never have privacy.
I walk up to him, and I gently take them, without saying a word. He stares at me, with those big, sad eyes and I want him to stop, so I kiss him. He puts his arms around me like he's afraid I'll disappear, but he doesn't kiss me back. He waits until I take my mouth off of his to whisper "Can I?" like he's unsure if what's happening is real. I nod, and he kisses me, and I kiss him back.
We end up sitting on the ground, the sandals placed somewhere nearby. We kiss until he pulls back slightly, running his hand down my shoulder, and asks "Can I touch you?" I nod again. His hands explore my body, taking their time everywhere they go, almost in awe. I reach up and give the cloth resting on his shoulder a light tug, asking if I can touch him too. He whispers "Yes," barely audible.
We move our bodies closer together, and soon our top halves are completely bare. He tells me how amazing, beautiful, perfect I am and how lucky he is to be in this moment with me, and I make sure he knows how sexy, handsome, gorgeous he is and how good his touches make me feel.
I end up on top of him, because I need to feel like I have control of something in my life, and we lose all our clothes. I run my hands up and down his erection and I feel excited, because it's for me. He touches me down there and it feels so good and makes me crave more.
He looks up at me, and asks "Are you sure?"
My entire body has been filled with this desire that needs him to keep touching me, so I say "I'm completely sure. Are you?" He nods enthusiastically, trying not to seem too eager, and then we are joined together.
We're locked in a tender embrace and I ride him until our pleasure reaches an exploding point that we experience together, and then we melt into each others' arms. He once again professes his love for me, but this time it's okay. He's happy again.