It was almost funny, how easily she could tell that Hades’ pinpoint of sight was the little Queen herself, staring awkwardly off to the sides to hide the blush that threatened to mold over her expression. How could he do that so easily? Get a reaction out of her over the almost insignificant of things, even when they were talking? Was it natural? Or did he really have such unprecedented control over the flickers of emotions she portrayed for him? Kore didn’t know, maybe even couldn’t know, and a little ball of frustration wound itself within her nerves because of that. Grrrr, damn him. And his smile. And his charming little hints. And his shimmering white teeth. And big arms. And long torso.
The proximity of their forms began to diminish the moment his heated digits caught the apple of her jaw as they lightly bantered to one another in the space between, a hot hand coming up to cup the structure of his visage tenderly while a tempting grin began to curl the ends of her lips, grazing over his own as she crawled further over his lap, kneeling in the seam of Hades’ build in the meantime, “Would you, now…?” The brow that had lifted itself inched further, “It sounds more of a promise than a statement from what I’m hearing~…” Was she really doing this? Considering this? Such scandalous implications always frightened the spring in the past. The binding, the restraining, the torturous hold of one while the other likely squirmed beneath. It was a scene Persephone never saw herself in—so why did a rush of excitement begin to bloom over the outskirts of the humming organ in her chest? The wet strands of her hair dripped cold droplets down the dipped archway of her back, posting herself in front of him without a second thought as the hand over the line of his jaw began to lightly draw over the outline of his mouth carefully, patiently, with a single index finger as she awaited his next move, the free palm dangling at the goddess’ side soon securing itself on the edges of the bath behind him to hold herself up—or, at least, try, with what little strength Kore had to offer anyways.
His words brought back her attention again from the hush that had briefly laid out before them, and maybe for just a moment, Persephone let them sink in. At first, she did consider them, sharing a bed together, the outlines of their forms sunk into one another comfortably as they slept. It was a nice, pleasant vision she could see, really. But a lingering doubt then began to flood in her mind: Thelma, the literal matriarch of the Underworld who was scary by all means in every sense. And the usual morning routine implicated her daily check up of the little goddess who was always found on the either side of the palace always. And to find the two spouses together, in the same bed, after a night of their first time? Thelma would definitely have something to say about it to both of them, the results highly insinuating into some punishment neither of them would enjoy. But Persephone hesitated in her refusal to say ‘no’ to the King’s request…she could always get up before dawn, sneak away to the safety of her own chambers gladly to save them both the likely consequence that remained for them. Then again, when did the young woman ever make a sound, anyways—other than what seemed moments ago before this…With her thoughts in check then, the female finally nodded gently, the tiniest of grins forming along the stilled expression that came over, “Okay, Pluto.”
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