Work From Home

Part 2

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In Olympus, Eros sashayed into his favorite smoothie chain. He caught himself in the reflection of the glass door and spun to admire the love god pointing finger guns back at him. "Hey cutie." He complimented himself then swung inside. "Gooood morning, Lola. Hi, Trell." He winked to the employees. "I'll have my reg, thank you."

"Anything for you, muffin cakes." The cashier blushed and started to work on his chocolate covered breakfast power smoothie with added ambrosia shot. As he waited by the end of the counter, something caught his attention out of the corner of his eye. He glanced at the gossip column magazine; another rumor about Odysseus and his relationship with Athena, trying to stir up dirt on the successful maiden of wisdom. Nothing interesting. All hearsay and hogwash. But that wasn't what drew his attention, no it was something on The Olympus Times underneath.

"Oh no." He shuffled forward, afraid of what he saw on the cover of the news stand. He picked up the newspaper in both hands as if holding a bomb. "Shit. Shit. Shit. Shit."

Hades woke up peacefully. For the first time, he was excited to greet a new day. For the past 1800 years he had a set routine with nothing changing in the pattern. He didn't realize how monotonous his life was until she threw a wrench in his schedule. She was quite literally a breath of fresh air and the wind of change.

He nearly wiggled with the thought of her, so surprised to find himself in this predicament he didn't know what to do with himself. His arm swopped down over her side, hoping to run along the length of her back, but instead he touched the soft bedding. He smashed his pillow down and rolled over. Persephone was gone.

In her place, was the indent of her body, the lingering smell of cherry blossoms and honey suckle, and a dozen petals scattered across the linens.

"Persephone?" Hades sat up. His heart sinking to his stomach. A part of him chastised himself for feeling so disappointed. Of course this wouldn't last. Of course she would try to leave in the dead of night. Of course she wanted to get away from him. She'd practically been trapped up in his bed, with he having a monstrous appetite. He thought that it was mutual. Maybe he read the signals all wrong. It wouldn't be the first time.

He slunk off the edge of the bed. The soles of his feet hit the cold hard floor with a sense of finality. Back to reality. He went through the motions of waking up. He took a shower, washing off the last day, the sweat of their love making, the skin that she touched. All evidence of their passion swirled around the drain.

After drying off and gelling his hair back, he picked his outfit without ever looking. It was always the same. Black slacks. White button down. Black suit jacket.

He adjusted the cuff links as he walked into the kitchen, his mind far away from this place. Now that the warm air of change had left, his home felt colder in its absence.

Mechanically, he grabbed an espresso cup and clinked it into place. Cerberus whined behind him. "I'll feed you in a moment." Hades said, watching the black liquid pour into his cup.

"He just wants some of this bacon." A warm raspy voice spoke behind him. Hades spun on his heels and his hair stood on end. Persephone waved a spatulata at him on the other side of the kitchen. A plate of bacon to her left side and Cerberus on the right looking up at her hopefully. "Good morning, Hades. I made breakfast." Around her neck tied the straps of a simple black apron that draped across her chest and hung just to her thighs. "Let me get you a plate." She turned and bent over the counter to plate up some food. Large pink curves of her bare ass swung into vision.

If he were holding something, Hades would have dropped it. "G-good morning." Hades finally articulated, 10 seconds too late. If someone tried to throw a ball at him just now, he would let it hit him before his reactions would kick in.

She grinned at his blank expression. "I've already fed the dogs. We had a good time. Brushed Cordon Bleu. He tried to bite me so I bit him back." She explained her morning to a shell shocked king. "He's a lot more quieter now. Just needed to be alpha'd." She grabbed a fork from one of the drawers as if this were her own home, knowing the layout of every cabinet. "Then I started on breakfast. I grew some potatoes to make some hash browns. I was thinking later I'd make french fries with the rest, because. . . I just want them." She shrugged then looked up at Hades who hadn't moved yet. "Is. . . is that alright?"

He strode towards her fluidly and tilted her face upwards. "Good morning." He said again, bewilderment in his expression. Then he leaned down and pressed his lips delicately to hers. A gentle kiss as sweet as honey. Such care and control in his hands, so different from the wild passion of the past day. She responded immediately, pulling him closer by the edge of his suit. Hades' hands found their way down to her neck and fiddled with the apron string.

Breathlessly, she pulled away. "Don't want your food to get cold." She restrained herself, blushing to the side.

Hades ate quickly. Persephone ate faster.

"I won't be coming into the office today." Hades spoke over the phone. His legs swung up onto the desk of his home office. Persephone balanced on his lap. Her toes curled on the tops of his thighs. There was a sense of joy in his voice that Hecate wasn't used to. Persephone's presence made facing Monday and the inevitable shit storm at work all the more bareable. She combed her fingers around his ears, scratching his head. "Email me any files that need to be reviewed today, thank you."

"Hades, I don't have a lot of time today I have to get up to-"

"Oh and can you send me the information for a locksmith? Preferably one that has availability today."

Persephone heard her pen-pal's voice on the other line. She bent over to whisper into his other ear, "Oh is that Hecate?" She bit at his earlobe and Hades had to muffle a short gasp.

Hecate's patience was wearing thin. "No, but I'll get your assistant to-"

"Oh, about that. . ." Hades sighed. He said the next sentence with no hint of wickedness or emotional lilting. It took enough concentration to keep a steady conversation while Persephone sucked on his neck. "I need you to fire Minthe for me and send me a list of three new candidates for the position by the end of the day. That's all. Thank you." Cut. Like the thread of the Fates from his life.

Hades tasted something better and no matter what happened at the end of today, he wouldn't let himself fall back into his old patterns. He had already blocked her number, wiping away those notifications blinking red at him. She had two weeks to move out of his apartment.

Now all that was left was to acknowledge his brother. The number of phone calls from him had grown exponentially. Hades groaned. Couldn't he have just one day without talking to his little brother and not have his phone blow up? He stared at the 21 missed calls and the 37 messages. "After lunch." Hades decided, throwing his hands up in the air. Calling him back now would just open up a can of worms. He was already distracted enough as it is. He had to get something done today and it wouldn't if Zeus was in the equation.

He set the phone down and got to work. A much more enjoyable work flow than what he usually did at the office. He scooped Persephone up higher on his lap. He untied the apron strings slowly and then yanked the obstructing fabric to the side. Now at just the right height, Persephone pushed her boobs into a better position and he licked her nipple up like desert. He massaged the other breast in his palm and then switched, making sure both got the same attention. Her nipples hardened under the pressure of his wet tongue. He tugged at them gently with his teeth, enjoying the rippling moan that escaped out of her. His other hand dragged down her stomach up under her mound. Dear gods, she was already so wet. He moaned around her breast, leaning into her. She gasped as his fingers flicked across her clit.

Now this type of work- he didn't mind doing overtime.

He dragged his finger through her wet crevice. She whimpered softly and rocked her hips back and forth on his hand eagerly. With his mouth sucking at her neck, he opened up her folds and dipped middle finger into her while his thumb played at her swollen nub.

She gasped and wrapped her legs around him, trying to hold on as she was sure to fall apart. His other arm wrapped around her back supportively.

"My sweetness." He whispered under her jaw, making her tremble. Slowly he rose out of his chair, lifting her by his hand inside of her cavern, digging further. She gasped as her weight pressed against this thumb, sending a shock wave of pleasure up through her clit. So intense she could barely breathe. She couldn't take it, so much focused pressure on her nub.

Before she could say anything, Hades set her back down on his desk. The hand on her back knocked everything off the desk behind her. Papers scattered into the air. A stand and a desk organizer clunked against the wall. Hades lips never lifted off her skin. Slowly from her jaw, he kissed down her throat, sucking gently. Then his nose swept a pattern along her collarbone and soon his kiss wrapped her nipple between his lips.

Hades sat back in his chair, then lowered it down till his head was just between her thighs.

Persephone giggled, feeling a blush ripple through her body as his tongue began to stroke against her swollen pinkness. She combed his hair back. Keeping him there. Keeping herself steady.

Sweet nothings whispered out between his lips as he kissed her pleasure. She felt him like a fire, and her whole body felt his heat. Intense and hungry. She tensed in places she didn't know she had, twitching under his spell. Soft breathless moans spilled out of her as two fingers slipped inside her pink. His knuckles curving along her tight pussy.

"Gods, you're so delicious." Hades sighed. His lips dripped with her essence. He continued to drink her in.

She lifted her legs to his shoulder tops, pressing against him, needing something to push while he seemed to lift her higher up. In her mind she was flying somewhere near the ceiling. Pleasure richoteched through her. Orgasms building up on each other.

Her whimpers grew louder, turning into moans. His teeth grazed her bud and pulled carefully. Her moans turned to cries. Her chest heaved. He could feel the fire building up again inside of her.

"Oh, Hades." She panted. "Hades." She screamed. His other hand massaged her breasts, lightly thumbing over her nipple. "Oh!"

He needed air, but he didn't dare. He would suffocate before breaking off her pleasure. She rocked desperately onto him. Tension holding back the gates. Then suddenly, she trembled like an earthquake and her pleasure collapsed around him. He drank in her ecstasy.

"Oh, Hades." Persephone hummed drowsily, closing her legs to protect her over-sensitive flower. Her hands fell from his hair to her side and she fell back onto the desk, her hair falling off the other edge. He stood up and eyed her expectantly.

"Yes?" She blinked up at him.

"How did I do?" He asked uncharastically timid.

"Hmm." She thought about it, perching up on her elbows. Her foot dragged along his thigh. "Reviewing your job performance I'd say you performed. . . exceptionally."

"On a five point scale?"

"Seven."

"On a likert scale?"

"Strongly agree." Persephone laughed and pulled him over her to kiss him. "Now. How do you feel about earning overtime?"

Tucking his wings in, Eros crashed into the beauty parlor feet saw his mother sitting under the hair dryer talking animatedly to some nymph by her side who had foils in her hair.

"MOM!" He yelled angrily at her.

So absorbed into her conversation, she didn't even blink. However, the nymph looked up at the noise and her eyes batted wide open with shock. A creamy blush stained her face.

"Hey pal." The shop owner slapped a sign near the front wall. "No Wings."

"Oh, sorry." Eros curled them back and they faded away into a mist of sparkles. He swiveled back on mission. "APHRODITE!" He yelled.

This time she turned. Eros stormed up to her.

"What in the-" She pushed the hair dryer up. "What do you think you're doing."

Eros slapped the newspaper on the arm of her chair. "What have YOU done?" He countered.

The headline for today's The Olympus Times read as follows:

"Missing Princess: Ongoing Search for Abducted Barley Co Heiress"