神々の悪戯
The list gets compiled between strokes of paint. Arrange to meet Thoth or Zeus; add some blue. Make a(nother) list of food; darken the green. Plan out what to wear; flecks of white as rain, or mix with a light-blue? Underwear or swimwear? Arrange the constellations.
She can use her underwear as 'spontaneous' swimwear, but her swimwear isn't designed to act as a boulder-holder for that long. But she's said she wants to go into the water, so wouldn't it be weird if she didn't show up in swimwear? She could say that she changed her mind, but…
The reduction of clothes to get into the water was a suitable way of changing the mood.
Then again, after everything that's happened, does she really care about 'suitable'? Or subtle?
Yet, if she works it properly…after food, and some wine, maybe she can head to the hot tub, and pretend to have 'forgotten' her swimwear, stripping on the way only to end up in the tub naked? Doesn't that sound like a good plan?
Hell yes!
She should have a plan B though, right? Plan A never survives contact!
Skip the tub and go straight for the bed?
Plan B that is then!
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"Zeus is very busy, and has no time for students who refuse to attend class!" Thoth firmly states as he tries to lean into h-
"Okay. First of all, way too close." She puts a hand on his chest, his actual chest because of the way his shirt opens, and- Nice muscles! Wait, that's not what she's here for. "Secondly, I either ask Zeus, or I ask you." It takes a fair degree of strength to push him even faintly backwards. "And thirdly, as I keep telling everyone, I've already graduated from high school, and I'm not going back!"
"You would do well to do what you are told to do."
"And I don't listen to you!" Both of them end up sighing simultaneously, which feels weird, but there's space between them now as they stand on a balcony in the library. She takes a deep breath…okay, she takes several deep breaths before trying to continue. "As far as I'm aware, Zeus is the one that made this Garden, correct?" She waits for his nod. "And you have been brought here for the primary purpose of being a teacher?" Another nod, although this is more hesitant, given how she'd said 'primary'. She can understand his hesitance; after all, the Egyptian god of Knowledge as the teacher for the gods, but none of his own pantheon attending classes? There's definitely more than one reason for anything in this place.
…
She sounds like Loki, doesn't she?
"What I have," and she focuses on the way she's wording this, because if she doesn't… "Are questions about the…composition of our bodies here, and the possible long-term effects." There, that sounds-
"You can ask those of me," Thoth responds, and has the audacity to lean back against the shelves, the heel of a boot catching the edge as he bends a knee. Okay, screw trying to be polite then.
"Is this my actual body, will it bleed during my monthlies, and can I get pregnant?" The way his foot slips from the shelf is completely evident, even as he tries to style it off…somehow. The way he coughs, studiously avoiding her gaze… She already knows how this is going to en-
"I'll go see if Zeus is available," he tries to smoothly retort, once his coughing has stopped, but he walks away just a little too fast for that.
Called it.
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She won't bleed, he tells her, because of how the Garden is temporally displaced from the human world, and because she can't bleed, she won't get pregnant, since the two things are intertwined so greatly. He's also very careful not to tell her about what version of her is present, whether it's her actual body, or a fake one with her mind/soul inside it.
It's… Have you ever heard the term, 'your silence speaks volumes'? It's like that, in which there can be just as much in what you don't say, as compared to what you do.
And she won't say she's angry about what he says either, because she doesn't want to become pregnant, and especially not here… She's got plans after all, things she wants to do when she returns back home. (It's not an if, because she can't afford to think like that, not now, not ever.)
Although…
Maybe it's because the option isn't there anymore, but…it could have been…nice…right? With the foreknowledge that she'd be sleeping with a god, that if anything resulted from it, she already knew she'd be raising the child alone… A demi-god though... Who knew what sort of powers a half-blood child of Dionysus might have…
Urgh, what the hell is she even thinking…?
Kids? Her?
Ha! The thought is…is… It sure is something…
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She showers and waxes and plucks and shaves. She scrubs and lathers and sluices and tones and moisturises. She basically spends the rest of the day in a world that ends at the bathroom's four walls. Considering everything inside it, it's not a bad place to exist; she can easily think of worse. Noon in London on the hottest day of the year, for example.
Her chosen outfit for the night arrives, freshly delivered from the school store, along with her chosen fripperies, and the fabric feels wonderful against her silky-smooth skin.
Is it wrong to imagine the way it might feel being torn from her body in a fit of passion?
Ooooooh, now she's got a major case of the tingles.
But the deep ivy-green of the underwear, that could potentially peek out from underneath the burgundy of the dress, the way it's long and floaty with cuts up to her mid-thigh… And the fabric, smooth, almost like silk, but so thin and light that she wonders; if she stood with light behind her, could you see through it?
She hadn't thought it was possible to fall in love this much with an outfit, but, or maybe even especially because of the accessories…
Oh, this is so going to work.
The food has already been ordered, hot and cold (special plates from the kitchen will keep the food at the right temperature, but shhh, it's a secret!), so that should be delivered shortly. All she has to do is her hair, and make-up, and get dressed, and-
Shit, did she remember nail polish?
Shit, shit, shit.
Oh, she did. Success!
And fuuuuuck, is that the time already?
Hellfire, how did girls do dates like this back in the human world without having people in charge of the other stuff? She feels like for every one thing she does, there's ten more that need doing! And…and…
Holy hell, she's actually going to the trouble of getting all dressed up and everything for a guy…god…whatever.
Fuck, what is this place doing to her?
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He's set everything up perfectly. His uncle is off in the Astronomy club room, promising to stay away for several hours, possibly even until dawn, given that there's no school the following day. Apollo has gone to meet up with Balder for something; he doesn't know what, but as long as it's not near his room (for tonight) he doesn't really care.
The table is set; plates and cutlery and bowls and everything his uncle had said was important for a 'romantic dinner'. He might be the god of Wine, but 'wining and dining' is something he usually only does for one-night lovers, and that's not the result he's hoping for tonight.
…
At least not the only result.
He's not after just the one night, after all.
The hot-spring is already steaming away, and he's already put towels around it; he's not even vaguely body conscious, but the chance of someone (Apollo) running in when he's there with Darcy… He's not going to let his brother see his girl in any state…of…un-
'His'?
…
Yes, his. The thought of anyone else going for her, this woman that has eaten grapes grown from his own power and had his ivy and his snakes coiled around her, the very idea makes his blood (such a human thing!) boil in his veins.
If anyone dare intrude on his plans for tonight…
How different is it to have sex as a mortal than as a god?
The sudden thought makes him pause mid-step; he's had sex with humans, but not as a human. There's a difference, right? Humans can't mentally connect to their partners the way gods can, so there has to be more…more talking, if he's thinking about this right. What did his previous human lovers do?
In truth, how many of them have there been? Can he count the maenads, as despite being mortal women, they were imbued with his power? In fact, if he removes all the gods and goddesses, takes away from the list all the non-humans, such as satyrs and naiads, he's taken as his lover… Also, if he subtracts from that number the amount of 'humans' that also had a godly parent or grandparent… Huh. He could probably now count them on his fingers and toes.
Possibly.
Wait, this isn't what he was thinking of…
Lovers…human lovers…differences! There we go.
There's more talking, more touching. More of everything that can help get the message across. He's had to actively hold back with most of his lovers, unless they were of a power equivalent or greater than his, such as Aphrodite. What would it be like to have sex without worrying about his powers erupting during climax?
More enjoyable, for the lack of worry? Less, because of the lack of his powers? How much of him was him, and how much of him was his powers?
He eyes the collection of wine bottles he's gathered, and pops the cork for a bottle of red, planning to let it breathe whilst he goes and showers. He's got a feeling he's going to need a drink before Darcy arrives.
Sex as a human! The thought is…
…
It's terrifying.
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She walks into the Greek suite (there's a sign on the door), following Dionysus as he guides her through the dim room to a table lit-up with candles. Her eyes don't immediately take in the layout of the tableware though; her eyes are fixated on the way his black trousers (black enough to be brand new? She can't tell in this light) cup his buttocks perfectly.
"Hello yummy," she mutters, but apparently not quietly enough, because-
"What was that?" he asks as turns his head back to her, his hands pausing in their efforts to make room for the somewhat-heavy basket she's brought with her.
"Yummy food," she replies, lifting the basket up slightly. "Can't wait to eat it. Did you manage to acquire decent wine?"
"Four red, four white." He first points to the open bottle on the table, and then to the opposite side of the table from where she is, just out of her view. Walking a bit closer, she can see… Hah, it's an ice bucket, a big one at that, in a stand, and inside it are the aforementioned bottles of white wine.
Oooh, tonight's gonna be a good night.
"Four of each? Are you trying to get me drunk?" she teases as she moves towards him, depositing the basket in the newly made spot, which had her less than a foot away from him, given that he hasn't moved. Her heels make it easy to look him in the eye, something that seems to shock him slightly, given the way his eyes flare briefly.
"Well, from what I'm aware of," he replies, lifting a hand to tuck a loose curl behind her ear, "you're a girl who can hold her wine." And now she remembers her previous drinking session with Zeus, about Dionysus carrying her and putting her into bed, about… He'd come to see her the following morning, hadn't he? And then Kusanagi had interrupted them, and-
Urgh, she'd thrown up. She really wished she didn't remember that though. Such a waste of good wine.
"Only when it's the good stuff." She mentally adds 'barely' to the end of that, given the recollection of the last time she got drunk.
"My wines always are." He eyes the basket, and she can see a question forming. To be honest, whatever he says, she's probably going to agree with, especially if it leads to food, wine, or sex, but hopefully to some combination of the three. She'll probably have to be the one bringing any music, but she thinks she's managed to create a somewhat decent, melodic playlist for them to have in the background.
"I haven't had enough," she states, turning to pull covered heated-plates and chilled-bowls from the basket, "of your wines to say 'always', but the wines I've had that I know you've made… They're really good." The sudden pressure at the back of her neck, right where it curves into her shoulder, leads to a slight moist warmth against her skin, and hands curve around to rest on her waist, make her jump slightly, and every sense she has amps itself straight up to eleven.
"We'll just have to make it a regular thing then, won't we? Wine everyday with lunch?" Words don't escape her mouth easily, especially since she's tilted her head forwards, placing her hands over Dionysus on her waist and sliding them forwards, until his fingers are touching across her belly. The hitch in his breath is unmistakeable, as is the light moan he gives just before he kisses her neck.
"Food, hot-tub, or sex?" she somehow finds the breath to ask, and for a second, she doesn't realise he's stopped kissing her. Screw plans A and B, he just had to touch and kiss her, didn't he?
"What?" She doesn't think she's ever heard him sound so incredulous before. Carefully spinning in his arms, lifting her arms so that her hands are above her head until she can rest them on his shoulder, she likes how easy her heels make kissing him, which she makes certain to do with every small pause she takes in speaking.
"I have been waiting weeks to have you, and I'm not going to risk one of the idiots out there bursting in because someone else has done something stupid, or is causing an argument, or one of a thousand other tiny problems they decide to turn into mountains. If you want foreplay, sure, we can do the whole eating food seductively, and soaking naked in a tub exposed to the stars, but in my opinion, these last few weeks have been enough foreplay."
"Fuck, shower, eat, hot-spring?" she makes out, as the words are kissed into her mouth.
"Or hot-spring then eat, I'm not too fussed." Honestly, she'd just thought it a huge hot-tub, but if he's calling it an actual hot-spring, like the volcanic kind… Wait, is this Garden built on top of a volcano?
Ah, this is not the time for her brain to ask stupid questions!
She does not shriek when hands suddenly appear at the back of her thighs, even if her hold goes from his shoulders to the back of his neck, her grip tightening almost beyond her own belief. She doesn't shriek as he picks her up like she's a bag of feathers, as she hooks her heels below his buttcheeks. She couldn't shriek, even if she wanted to, as he carries her upstairs, her breath stolen with every step as he kisses her, even as their groins rub together.
Seriously, he should just lie her down on the staircase and shuck up her dress to her hips! She wouldn't mind!
…
Except for the fact that there's no absolute guarantee that no-one's going to walk/run in on them, so…
Her back and head hit a wall, and she doesn't care; the sound of something shattering is barely noticeable. Her world is confined to the taste of wine (fucker, he opened a bottle early!), the scent of clean skin, the warmth of a body pressed against hers yet separated by fabric. It's her lips bruising as she's held up against a wall (or possibly a door) as fingers fumble for the handle, it's her nails scratching against the fine hairs at his nape, only to drag along his neck as they fall backwards onto a bed.
"I want to do this properly," she just about hears, and she opens her eyes to see him leaning over her, hands at the side of her head, his own eyes practically glowing green.
"Properly can wait for the second time," she tries to smoothly state, but she heard her own voice catch, so she knows that failed. "But for now, I need you." She reaches out for his shirt, some black and feline-print concoction, tugging at the hem of it, and he moves back upright, lifting it up and over his own body.
That body…
Is this how he gained all those followers of his, back in the day? Did he just have to appear half-naked, bearing wine and grapes and that smooth voice that practically begged you to let him fuck you and get you pregnant? Because she definitely understands how he could make all his followers wild, make them sex-crazed and wild and crazy.
He has modern-day followers, right? There's some sort of pagan revival going on, she's sure of it. All the old locations, like Stonehenge and Glastonbury, they have Solstice Festivals and the like. Haven't they turned Milton Keynes into some sort of New Age pan-religious location?
If he has followers, then there's some sort of leadership. And he's called her his 'maenad', and…words have power…right? Granted, his godly powers are shackled right now, were shackled when he said it, but- Does the binding of his power stop him from innately being a god? Just because he can't actively use them…
"Darce…" It's her name, but it's not, but it's her, and his hands are sliding down her legs, lifting them up and gravity slides her dress down towards her hips, displaying her thighs and what she knows are ivy-green panties, probably with a wet patch from how much her body is tingling, and-
Oh fuck yessssss.
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Fingers, mouths, tongues.
Heat, wet, warmth.
Licking, nipping, biting, sucking.
Throwing, pinning, riding.
Green eyes, red hair, stars. So many stars.
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Quite literally, if anyone were to ask her about their first time, and if she were to deign them with an honest reply, she probably wouldn't be able to give them a coherent answer. Probably. More than likely, it would only contain spontaneous thoughts about how something had been, like 'tongue fast flick yessss', or 'big, hot, pressure-ahhh!'. Anyone who can pull out full, grammatically-correct sentences about such an occasion was definitely not focusing on the right thing at the time.
The second time though, she can remember them flipping back and forth on the bed. Can remember the gasp-sigh he'd made as she'd licked then sucked at his nipples, remembers the deepened flush that crossed his face, ears and neck at her 'suggestion' that they were so sensitive because he'd been trained by having them suckled (try and remember to ask him about that later!). Feels her skin tingle at the recollection of him calling out to her as he rode out his completion inside her…
Wait a second-
"Are you…?" She intentionally clenches her vaginal muscles, and he moans into her breasts, from where he's collapsed forwards onto her. Heavy, but not enough to prevent her from breathing. Actually, in a way, the weight is…comforting.
"Can you?" is his muttered response, and she finds her hands travelling up and down his back, curling his hair into his fingers and lifting it from his body. Can she?
"One more, and then I need food." As though her words have awakened it, her stomach grumbles, and he chuckles, which is very interesting given how intimately the pair of them are still connected.
"I felt that."
"That wouldn't surprise me." It's instinct to clench down as he tries to pull away, and he groans something about getting food even as he pushes back into her more deeply.
"Sex or food?" he asks, and the first thing that pops into her head is 'sex with food', which is probably a bit too much considering this is really only their first night together. She doesn't even utter her answer; she just hooks her heels behind his knees and smiles, and- "Oh I just knew you were one of mine."
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"Oh? Weren't Dee-Dee and Cee-Cee having a date tonight?" Apollo remarks when he enters the Greek suite behind his uncle, who abruptly stops as his eyes flitter about the room. The food doesn't even look as though it's been fully unpacked from the basket. The wine-glasses are untouched. The napkins are still perfectly folded. The piles of towels just past the doors leading to the hot-spring are undisturbed.
"Ah," he succinctly states, swiftly turning on one heel and grabbing his nephew by the arm, dragging him backwards towards the door.
"Eh? Uncle?" For all his various powers and lovers-
"Use your eyes. They've clearly skipped past the 'date' aspect of tonight, and-" Anything else he might have said trails off into the ether as a loud moan echoes down from the corridor upstairs.
"The Astronomy Club room has couches, right?" Apollo asks him, and he looks back at him. How does Apollo know that? He'd ask, but-
Another moan resounds through the hallways and rooms, and-
"Yes, it has couches."
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Author's Note 10/07/18: Another new anime down for the season (well, depending on how many episodes it actually ends up with). 'Wotaku ni Koi wa Muzukashii' or…how does it translate? 'Love is Difficult for Otaku' sounds about right. Anywho, if you're reading this story, you can probably relate to at least one of the characters in this, and there's a fair degree of similarity to 'Watashi ga Motete Dousunda' or 'Kiss Him, Not Me' with the whole 'otaku' aspect. If you like one, you'll probably like the other, so I do advise you to check both of them out, if you haven't already.
Bonus: neither of these are food porn!
At least everything this season seems to be coming to an en-
Hold the phone!
There's a second season of Hōzuki no Reitetsu?! Everything goes on pause for this!