Hi, I've been reading your work for a long time, always a silent follower, and I just want to say that I love how you write, And on your page I found a safe place to swoon over Thenamesh. Thank you for what you do. ❤️🩹
I could also ask you for something spicy, I don't know, just two eternals who can't keep their hands off each other 😅😅
"The climate is nice," Sersi chattered next to her. "Maybe a little hot, but it certainly has its..."
Thena looked at her sister as her words trailed off with no hint of purpose. All she managed to see was Ikaris in the middle distance, letting his attention drift from what he was being told and sparing a small wave in their direction.
Sersi's fingers fluttered at him in a distinctly playful way. They certainly weren't subtle.
They never had been. Thena had known - she would say - early on about them. Sersi wasn't particularly adept at keeping secrets, and when it came to her own, she verged on transparent. The looks, the sighs, the way they would volunteer to scout the area and return far later than expected with no observations of use.
Sometimes they would simply disappear without even the attempt of explanation.
Thena turned her head away, only rolling her eyes when she was sure her infatuated sister wouldn't see. If Sersi was happy that was all that mattered, she would tell herself. It was coming to such a head that she had to wonder if this was the sub-continent on which they finally stopped trying to pretend they were a secret of any kind.
Everyone knew. Well, most of them knew. Phastos had yet to catch them, which meant he was ignoring his suspicions because he didn't want to imagine any of them in such a way. And Gilgamesh...
Thena smiled, watching some children clamor to see the gentle giant up close. He was laughing, entertaining their curiosities, letting them swing on his arms like tree branches or see the world from the height of his shoulders.
"Kids always love Gil."
"He is beloved the world over," Thena replied to the simple statement, now that Sersi was done flirting with a man already hers. "Everywhere we go, it seems."
"This place certainly is beautiful," Sersi remarked lightly, clasping her hands behind her back. She could pretend to be walking aimlessly all she liked, they were unmistakably headed for the walkway that would adjoin their path with the other. "Apparently this great hall hosts festivals, feasts, even weddings."
"Hm." That was all Thena could muster in response to it.
"Ikaris!"
The Warrior broke off from them as Sersi waved him over, eagerly telling him about the space that would be hosting them as they began development on yet another human settlement. He nodded, listened quietly. It was the least he could do.
"Coming to rescue me?"
She smiled as the children parted upon her arrival. They were more wary of her. Gilgamesh would sometimes try to make excuses for them but she paid no mind. They were smart to mind her presence. "You seemed to be enjoying it."
"Guess so," Gilgamesh chuckled, setting down the child that had been making a roost of his shoulders. He leaned closer to her. "Now that you've told me about those two, I can't unsee it."
Thena pressed her lips together. The others had made a sport of seeing how long it would take for Gil to notice Sersi and Ikaris' ongoing affair. Things of this nature were not always within his sight, as it were. She had decided to have some mercy and tell him about it.
When asked if everyone knew, she simply shrugged, saying she hadn't chosen to tell anyone else.
"They're not subtle," he mused, watching them stand close, Sersi's hand dancing around the action of landing upon Ikaris' arm. He was likewise standing resolute, but leaning in her direction in a way he usually didn't.
"I don't believe Ikaris' brain has the capacity for subtlety."
Gilgamesh let out a loud laugh at her remark. The two turned and looked at them just for a second. Gil was always laughing with full abandon, it was no indication of anything.
He leaned close to her ear again, "I think we're better than those two, right?"
Her lips twitched in the mere hint of a smile again. "I certainly like to think so."
She could still complete a sentence, even when laying eyes on her lover, at least.
Gilgamesh drifted off and she trailed somewhat behind, somewhat beside him. "You seen the inside yet?"
She nearly purred, "show me."
"Ajak says it'll be a good place for us," he shrugged, narrating to her just as he would any of the rest of their team. "Lots of room, the old guy here doesn't even know how many of them there are anymore."
The 'old guy' in question was local royalty.
He turned into the first room off a main corridor. "I think this-"
Thena pounced. But he received her, his hand at her waist, the other in her hair. Her lips found his, pursuing them like humans needed water. She too could feel thirst, and since abandoning the Domo, it was harder and harder to find time alone.
"Hey, slow down," he chuckled between kisses, because he always enjoyed when she was the eager of the two of them. "I'm not goin' anywhere."
"Careful," she advised him, sucking in breath more harshly as her heart rate and temperature climbed. "We could be interrupted any moment."
He nipped at the shell of her ear, "like the excitement doesn't tempt you?"
She let him switch their position. She didn't know what this room was, but there was a door that was closed, and she found her bottom resting on some kind of surface. "Do you know how long it's been?"
"I damn well do, sweetheart." She liked it when he cursed. She liked it when he called her silly little names. And she quite liked it when he kissed his way down her neck, as he was doing now. "But some of us have more decorum than dragging you out into the desert to fuck in the sand."
Thena's lips pulled into a smile as he started unravelling the white silk wrapped around her. She had told him about that, and his first remark had been that it was inconsiderate--sand made for a poor laying bed.
His lips passed her clavicle and found the swell of her breasts. "I will not be bedding a Goddess in the fucking dirt."
She gasped, her mind leaving the subject of their siblings and becoming engulfed by sensation. "Gil!"
His tongue treated her breasts like the most sumptuous fruit to ever pass his lips. They lavished her nipples with time and attention. While he did that, his elbow hooked under her knee, pulling it up until it was next to her chest.
Thena moaned between her pressed lips. Her back arched, her shoulders meeting the wall behind them. Gilgamesh put his hand at the bend of her neck meeting her shoulder, steadying her and letting his knuckles keep her skin from the limestone.
His other hand was already halfway to the knuckle.
"That's it," he whispered next to her ear, rolling his fingers to beckon her pleasure forward. He would capture her lips eagerly, but they both needed to breathe desperately.
Thena was familiar with the feeling of his fingers inside of her. There were brief windows of time during their travels when this was all the closeness they could afford. Secrecy was truly an expensive thing.
"We're just getting warmed up," he promised her. His voice helped her drown out the rest of the world, including the thoughts in her own head. "Get nice and wet for me."
She whimpered, her belly tightening. She wanted this, and she wanted more. Since getting a taste of him, she had become a greedy, covetous creature. And what she wanted was so within her reach it was maddening.
Sersi and Ikaris could wave and flirt and fuck in the sand all they liked. But Thena had, on more than one occasion, imagined letting one of the horses off its reins so she and Gilgamesh could have the excuse to go looking for it.
She was willing to fuck in the open air. Perhaps not in the dirt, but up against a tree was not so undignified, was it?
"That's it," Gilgamesh called her back to herself. He pushed his fingers deeper, angled them higher, let his knuckles scrape against her entrance firmly and almost clumsily. "You look delicious when you come."
Thena looked up at the ceiling, her vision blurring. Her breath came in sharp, hot gasps as she tightened around the feeling of his fingers. She was as worked up as she had feared, feeling the release of her frustrations on the insides of her thighs and now whatever it was they were fucking on.
Surely a table, or maybe a shelf of some kind.
"That's my girl," Gilgamesh purred for her, kissing her scalding hot cheek to soothe its burn. He would pull her up to that pinnacle, push her over the edge, and then take such delicate care of her afterward.
She hummed, turning her head into his affections as her body loosened. It was crucial it loosen, so she could be more free when they were truly joined at the hip. "You."
He breathed roughly in her ear again, pressing his hips forward, "I'm nice and ready."
Indeed he was; Thena bit her lip, feeling the firmness of pressure. The trousers here were all loose and billowing, but at complete hardness, there was no hiding arousal for her dear Gilgamesh. He had forbade her from teasing him for exactly this reason.
His hand drifted over the body of her dress, pulling up the silken skirt of it and moving her thighs around his back. "I like the clothes here."
"Hm?" she mused, pulling him in to kiss her again. She liked tasting him as he pushed into her.
He groaned as just his tip met her entrance. "Easy to fuck in."
Thena's moan joined his as he buried himself in her. It had been possibly a few months of travelling by human means, now. Aside from the odd hand wandering on a makeshift sleeping mat, she had not had any satisfaction. Now she understood how a single month could feel long to a human's tiny sense of time.
Gil guided her arm up around his shoulder, too, kissing the inside of her bicep up to her shoulder, where he could bury his nose against her neck once again. "I like seeing this much of you."
Local garb was less covering than their armour. "Is this truly - ah! - all you need to entice you?"
He grinned against her skin, letting her feel his amusement. "You're enticing all the time."
She let out another sound. His flattery entered her brain like words in a language she both did and did not know. She could never compute them. Especially not at times like this.
He grunted as his hips swung. "Fuck, Thena, I missed you."
She hadn't been absent. And yet she knew what he meant. She had missed this too--missed him. The feeling of being this close, of breathing the same air, feeling the same feelings. Her arms tightened around his neck, forcing his pull back to be shorter. His hips moved more urgently. "Yes."
His breathing picked up, their motion banging the table (or whatever it was) against the wall behind them. "Fuck."
"Yes," she repeated her urgency also rising to the surface. Her hips burned and her thighs were squeezing around his frame, as if to draw him even closer, even deeper into her. "Yes, yes, Gil!"
He liked it when she called him Gil. His hands moved, his arms encircling her completely. His palms pressed against the wall, and she definitely heard a small crack. But they were both so close, he could break the wall, secrecy be damned. "I'm so close, sweetheart."
"Yes, right there," she responded feverishly, her voice high and choked for air. She turned her face into the side of his neck too, feeling the hair there scratch her nose. She breathed in the scent of him, a distinct musk that belonged to only him. "Fuck!"
She came undone first. She often did. She always reached that edge when she was with him, and surpassed it, and fell freely. And she would drag him with her.
Gil threw his head back. He came with his whole body, his hips pumping, his chest huffing, his face scrunching as he released into her waiting warmth. If she had teased him, he might have even made the sound he made only when lifting something heavy even for him. She liked that sound. She thought it was charming.
Thena went limp in his arms. She always did this, too. No other creature in the galaxy would have such privilege. She was the Warrior Eternal, and vulnerability was not a natural trait of hers. Still, with Gilgamesh, she could let go of all her muscles and let him cushion her completely.
His arms dragged up her back, massaging her shoulders and kissing her neck again. He nuzzled her as he slipped from her, the evidence of their joining dripping at their feet. His hips leaned away from her.
She almost made a sound of complaint, but more than one round was too greedy even for her. They were lucky to get this one. She moaned though, softly. And he tipped her head up for her to kiss her, as she had asked without a single word.
They kissed like they were made for it. His lips were made for hers and vice versa. And she drank him up, free to be thirsty, and greedy, and covetous when it was just the two of them.
Gilgamesh did the duty of righting their clothing, smoothing his pants, pulling the white silk down around her legs again. "Hey."
She finally opened her eyes, which fluttered faintly, having been squeezed shut. He came into focus and she smiled with her teeth, "hey."
He granted her another kiss.
He helped her back to her feet wordlessly, although she could hear him holding back a chortle as her knees wavered slightly, sending her into his chest. Even he could have his moments of ego.
She righted herself, though, pushing against his chest to stand at her full height. "Let us return."
"Hm." He was picking up her habits. But he held her hand in his until the very second the door opened.
"Oh."
"Huh."
Gilgamesh and Ikaris met eyes first. Sersi was quicker though, meeting Thena's eyes and then immediately dashing them away. "W-We were just looking for-"
"Find another spot," Thena ordered, grasping Gilgamesh's hand in hers and walking their way past, heads held high.
She was done paying the price of secrecy. Living in close quarters again would not help, either. She had paid plenty already, the Warrior Eternal decided in this very moment. She looked over her shoulder.
Gilgamesh just blinked at her, asking if she was certain.
She smiled, pulling him to walk more beside her. She was.
Distantly, behind them, Ikaris muttered, "they weren't fooling anyone."
Sersi joined him, "they could stand to be more subtle."
Hypocrites.
