神々の悪戯
She wakes up in a random bed, and thinks it's so much better (a.k.a. softer) than the last time she woke up after not remembering falling asleep, that the pounding of the drums inside her head manages to sneak up on her without her noticing.
At least until she turns over, and the intense light through the uncurtained windows shines straight across her head. Even though her eyelids are closed, she still feels it like it's an electric shock. Her head turns quickly back to bury itself until the pillow, as she tries to forget about the percussion suite that seems to have taken up residence in her head.
The world can wait until she's ready to face it.
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After…however long, (the sun's still unfortunately up), she wakes up again. It's not of her own accord. Someone is banging the heck out of her door. Barely thinking enough to make sure she's wearing clothes, she stumbles over to the door, and accidentally opens it hard enough to bang off something behind the door, which does nothing for her headache.
"What?"
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Her hair is a complete mess, tendrils all coiled up making her look like she's been dragged backwards through a hedge….or three, bad enough to make her look like she's Medusa reincarnated. There's sleep-gunk at the corners of her eyes, and her face is completely bare of all makeup. Her clothes, (yesterdays, he notes), are all creased, like she's slept in them; judging from the state of them, she probably has. He hadn't exactly changed her when he'd near enough dropped her on her bed the previous night.
Completely sleep rumpled, and ready to face nobody, she's one of the prettiest people he's ever seen. And considering the amount of people he's seen over his many, many years, both naked and clothed, that's saying something.
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Standing there with a gormless look on his face, it's Dionysus who's interrupted her recovery-sleep. Looking at him drowsily, she leans on the door to hold herself up, even as one hand tries to rub the sleep out of her eyes, yawning loudly.
"Morning." It's not shouted, but it sure feels like it, and the fingers by her eyes travel up to the closest temple in an effort to dampen her growing headache. He chuckles, and she remembers liking the sound yesterday, but right now, it's just annoying. "Headache?"
"Gee, how did you guess?" She turns and walks back into her (could be hers, could be a spare) room, the door closing slightly before he follows her in. Sitting at the closest side of the bed, she rubs both temples with her fingers. "Urgh."
Cold fingers place themselves gently over hers, and apart from the initial slight tensing, she can't summon up the energy to do much else. Then there is a slight tingling along her fingers, her temples, and then the inside of her head, right behind her eyes.
"Mmmm…" It's almost as good as chocolate. Her fingers stop rubbing as she lets the feeling permeate her skull. Maybe almost as good as sex.
"It's not much, but it's the best I can do right now, with my power restrained as it is."
"Trust me," she says, opening her eyes to look at him kneeling in front of her, "your best is definitely good enough." Her headache is near enough gone right now, and the difference is amazing.
"So," he begins, and she's not sure she likes that mischievous look in his eyes, "what do you remember about yesterday exactly?"
Hmm, let's see; painting, rain, walkway, floating island, Dionysus, gods, Zeus, wine…..
"What have I done to embarrass myself now?" Red wine, as much as she liked it, was her weak spot and guilty pleasure. It tasted amazing, which made her drink more of it, but she never knew when to stop, and ended up drunk before she even knew it. She also tended to forget everything after her third glass.
From what she remembers about the size of the goblets Zeus was using, she'd probably be able to fit just under two of her normal glasses in one serving. And she remembers drinking two…three….four….. Whoops…..
"Nothing too bad." Oh crap….
"How badly am I going to be teased? Come on, at least try to prepare me!" His fingers pull away from hers, and he stands up; somewhat awkwardly, her eyes don't stay in line with his, so she's left staring level with his groin. Luckily (maybe, maybe not), the sleeves from where he's tied the jacket around his waist dangle down in front, blocking the view of his trouser-covered crotch.
Her eyes head north, seeing the silver beads that dangle at the end of the cords for his pendent, the grey-on-black of the school's emblem covering the right side of his ribs, the tips of the braids of his glorious red hair. The leopard-print around the collar of his long-sleeved shirt makes her lip curl slightly in amusement, before her gaze continues up his neck, red hair curling from the back to the front, the silver and green-gemmed earring catching her eye before the smirk on his lips draws attention. And then those glorious eyes…that are staring at her heatedly.
Licking her lips is an automatic reaction to that look, she really can't help it.
And sex is supposed to be nature's natural painkiller, (or something like that), right?
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Despite being in mostly-mortal shell, with the vast majority of his godly powers bound, Dionysus knows when someone is looking him over. Whilst love and lust may not technically fall under his jurisdiction, wine, (and the subsequent lack of inhibitions that lead to partaking in lustful actions), is.
Love and lust can be linked to fertility in a few ways, (fertility being another area under his authority), but he was normally introduced as a god of 'wine and merrymaking'. (Excluding, of course, how his father had introduced him earlier, he hadn't been introduced as a 'god of fertility' for centuries.)
Sex, if done in the right ways, could be seen as 'making merry', correct?
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"Well," he states, lifting a hand to cup her cheek, "you gave me the nickname of 'Icy', which I'm hoping is somewhat oxymoronic, considering my hair." He runs his other hand through his hair briefly, before letting it drop to his side. Reaching out, she places a hand on his hip, and uses it to help her up.
Standing nearly chest to chest, she lets her hand travel up his chest, across his pecs and around his shoulder to slide up his neck, letting his hair gather between her fingers.
"This hair," she tugs on it playfully, "is absolutely gorgeous. I could play with it for hours. It's the colour of the most tantalising grapes, and the colour of fire and of blood, which is the essence of life."
Stunned speechless as he is, he only has one response to that.
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With his lips on hers, all she tastes is wine. She doesn't know if it's his natural flavour, if he drank some of the heady liquid before heading here, or if it's her own minds imaginings, but he tastes, (forgive the pun), divine.
All she wants is more.
She nips his lower lip, he pushes her slightly, and the pair are soon making out on the bed, he leaning over her, pushing her against her bed, grinding his groin against hers as their tongues entwine.
And then someone knocks on the door. Knocks on the fucking door. Dionysus pulls back, the end of his braid coiling just over her left breast, head tilted towards the door. She leans her head in that general direction also, but hears nothing, until….
"Cosmotos-san?" It's her Inner Weakling, a.k.a. soon-to-be-dead Inner Weakling.
"Somebody up there hates us," she sighs, and Dionysus gives her one last closed-mouthed kiss before crawling off the bed and over to the door. If only he hadn't got that jacket about his waist, she'd be able to see that ass that had felt rather yummy under her hands only a few minutes ago.
"D-Dionysus-san?" Seriously? This version of her seems to like just stating the obvious, over and over again.
"Ahh, Kusanagi-chan. Nice to see you again." He steps forward, and she moves aside to let his greater bulk pass. Five foot three to his five eleven; it was almost comical. Just before he passes through the doorframe, he looks back over his shoulder at her and smiles, before finally departing.
Kusanagi stares into her room, where she's still lying on her bed, dressed in yesterday's clothes, now even more rumpled.
"Well?" She stretches out on the bed, before looking around the room, since she hadn't really had the opportunity to do so yet. It's a huge room, more like a studio apartment than anything, although she can't see a kitchen area, so presumably food was being served elsewhere. There's a door in the wall about five metres away from the ottoman at the end of her bed, closer to the end by the main door than to the end closer to, what seems to be, a set of balcony doors…she had a balcony?
There's also a decent amount of furniture, and it doesn't make the room look smaller in the slightest; there's a wardrobe (got to look in there soon and see if there's a change of clothes) and unit to the left of the bed (from where she's lying on her back) alongside the same wall as the main door, and to the wall to the right of her bed and along the L-of the room (she also gets a corner-room; two walls facing outside? Urgh, the sunlight! (But…the artistic potential!) There is what looks like space for hundreds of books, finally ending in a large dark-wood desk and a very plush chair, then the balcony door with a floor to ceiling window on either side of it.
At the other side of the room, further away than the wall at the end of the bed, there seem to be couches hidden away only a few metres from the balcony doors, but she hasn't got the best angle to see them from here.
The colour scheme is a bit bland though, all whites and creams, and the walls (which contain a great amount of blank space) are void of pictures, frames and posters; Darcy hopes it's so she can put her own spin on things….. Where is she supposed to get paint or anything decorative though?
"I…..I was just walking by the post-boxes downstairs, when I saw your name on one and your room number. I wasn't sure if you knew about breakfast, so I thought I'd come up and check on you."
Inner Weakling….no, wait, she was acting like this was real now, this Kusanagi….people like this really existed? She looks her over…
"I see you're ready for school then?" She looks dressed up in what she vaguely remembers to be the female version of the school uniform that she'd seen those spirits appear in. Including black, mid-thigh socks and a really short skirt. Like, really short.
Yeah, she's not going to be wearing anything like that anytime soon.
"Err…yes! I decided that to get back home, I might as well give this a try. I can't get back home by myself, so even though I'm still uncertain about a few things, I'll start by doing what I can."
Urgh, how optimistic.
"Are you going to come as well, Cosmotos-san?" Like fuck she is. A feeling starts to grow in her stomach; is it guilt?
"Listen, right now I'm fighting off a headache the size of Olympus itself, and if I even think about leaving this room before sundown, I've a feeling I'm going to want to murder someone. So that would be a big, emphatic no!"
"But-" It's not guilt. Oh shit. She flings herself off the bed as quickly as she can, near running for the bathroom as she calls out her reply.
"Leave! Headache, murder, gonna be sick!" Slamming the door behind her does nothing for her headache, and she flings herself towards the toilet, vomiting up large amounts of dark wine and various partially digested meats and cheeses.
Eventually managing to flush the toilet a few minutes later, when her stomach feels she's thrown up everything she's eaten since last Tuesday, she leans backwards and sits down on the floor.
Well, at least the morning started well.
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Author's Note: Okay then people, from here on in, this is where it's going to get a bit more dirty, if you get what I mean. If you don't want to read, then please, click the 'x' on the tab or window.
For anyone whose still here, I apologise about the delay. I meant to have this uploaded last week, but the Office on my laptop has decided to stop working, and I can't reinstall it due to an 'error'. That meant, of course, I had to wait until the main PC in the house became available, which is a bit rare these days.
If there are any queries about Dionysus and the way he's reacting to Darcy, well, they're going to get resolved…at some point. I do want to point out, however, that, like I said, he's a god of fertility, and with fertility comes sex, and with sex can come lust (it doesn't necessarily have to be love).
As always, ConCrit and/or Flames please; I don't mind either so long as they say what's right or wrong.