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...this is a terrible idea.

I'm used to it here; the darkness doesn't bother me, the silence is now comforting, the chill something I bear without notice. But you! You want to send me back. You want me to follow him into the light and then tear me from him for your own amusement - oh, yes. You call them "games" for good reason, despite your nonchalance. The subject matter shouldn't be taken lightly.

I am not your muse. You should rethink this.

[OOC: content warning - ~~possible~~ sexual situations in thread with golden_lyre]

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Why do you even wear them? [His hands on her is something she didn't know she craved, and if nuzzling his neck will keep him there, she'll continue. And she'll answer her own question.] Time, and society...

[His breath hitches slightly simply through her closeness.]

Yes, both of those. They have developed strange ideas about bodies. About everything, really.

[She can't really get all that much closer than wrapped around him, so if he'd like to keep that hitch climbing, some movement will be required. But oh, to have him in her arms once more... Eurydice is all but drunk on his closeness, his scent, his touch.]

Humans are strange in general. They have so many rules for such short lives... [Ignoring her own short life.]

And their lives would be so much the richer without them.

[His voice comes out rough and raw. He can hardly think of anything at all with her so close. And he does shift, one hand still in her hair as the other moves to her hip, her thigh, urging their bodies impossibly closer.]

Not all of them. Some rules are nicer than others.

[His voice has always moved her, and with that tone to it, she doesn't resist the pleasurable shudder that rolls through her. His hand encourages her closer, and she settles very... firmly, onto his lap.]

I'm fond of the rule that says we are together as husband and wife.

[He smiles, his hand sliding over her thigh, and leans in himself to press a kiss to her throat.]

That is a rule I would follow even if it did not exist.

[Her head tilts back to give him access to as much of her neck as he'd like, and the resultant pressure of her pelvis is a lovely little addition.]

You captured my heart. How could I not follow it?

[His breath comes out in soft pants against her skin as their hips press together and he begins to rock his slowly against her.]

And you mine, my love. More completely than I had thought possible.

...I see I'm not the only one feeling a new lease on life.

[Murmured between sighs against his temple as she begins to grind against him in return, her body attuned to his and growing ever warmer under his touch.]

[He lets loose a quiet chuckle against her throat, voice breathless and a little rough.]

You have ever had that effect on me.

[He pulls back slightly to look at her, concern in his eyes.]

I...it has been a very long time.

[Nymphs tend to have that effect on most people, but she wants to have it on him.]

As have you. Having you near is a balm and a burning need.

[His concern has her worried, and she slides her hand back to his cheek.]

Why does that bother you, beloved?

[His eyes close as he leans into her touch.]

I worry that...I will disappoint you.

[He's out of practice. It could be a problem.]

[He's only ever disappointed her once, and he's already apologised, and her forgiveness has been granted.]

You won't. And I know you want to, I can feel you. [Her hand slips between them, gentle yet insistent.] This does not speak of disappointment.

[Unless there's something else he's not telling her...]

[He moans quietly, hips pushing toward her hand.]

I want to. Of course, I want to. And I will do my best to satisfy.

[He still worries, but he can push it aside for her sake.]

[His strange clothing makes it awkward for her to hold him, and the fastenings are foreign to her fingers. He might have to help her.]

You always satisfy, but what I want is your love. Show it to me, and there will be nothing at all to worry about.

[His hand slides between them to thumb open the buttons on his jeans. Underwear are something he has never adapted to, so at leas there are not layers between them.]

You have my love, all of it. You always have.

[She's not wearing any, either, but considering she's wearing what to modern eyes is a carefully draped sheet, it's not a surprise.

Her hand slips past the thick material and closes around him, stroking upwards.]

Then love me, Orpheus.

[He buries his face in her neck as her hand wraps around him, and he moans quietly against her skin, arms sliding around her, lips sliding down her neck. It is so very different to what he has groan accustomed to, her body softer, sweeter than what he is used to.]

[Hearing his enjoyment fills her heart and tightens her stomach, and as her hand works on hard flesh, she uses the other to gently tug her chiton out of the way. Her lips press fevered kisses to his hair and temple, and her breath is hot against his ear.

His arms hold her tight, and she pushes up on her knees.]

...beloved?

[As she pulls the chiton away, Orpheus' hands follow the path of skin bared for him, calloused fingers sliding over her.]

My love?

[She gasps as he finds her sensitive places, and presses her forehead to his.]

Don't move...

[She sinks down on him with a sigh of pleasure.]

[He groans quietly as she envelops him, leaning up a little, face pressed against her throat.]

Gods...

No, beloved, only us...

[She moves gently at first, then with more purpose as her need grows, clenching and relaxing around him as her pace quickens.]

[He moves with her, settling easily into the rhythm she sets, all concern over having forgotten things slipping from him as they move together.]

[Feeling him move in her, with her, is like coming home at last, and she smiles sweetly at him between gasps and quiet sounds of enjoyment.]

You have nothing to worry about...

[It won't be long before she reaches her peak, and she hopes he'll be with her when she does.]

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smiley icon!

:D I made some. If she gets into a game, I'll buy her some paid time and bulk out her expressions.

\o/

:D

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...damn, that's a lovely pb. And necessarily shortened for the venue.

I am so glad I found him :)

And so is everyone else. :)