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Eric leaned in closer again – then froze and let his shoulders sink theatrically. “Ah, fuck!” He shook his head. “An’ I thought it’s gonna work.” He chuckled and leaned forward again until their brows were resting against each other. “I’m no’ ‘fraid’f ye,” he whispered. “ ‘cause Imma win anyway.”
She smiled as their brows met. Her eyes closing softly at the intimate moment between the two.
"Only one way to find out......" leaning to kiss him before she pulled away and made her way towards the garage.
Hades stared at her. The day he had spared her life. Well, there had been a lot more behind it, because he actually couldn’t just say who died and who didn’t yet; it wasn’t his to decide. He was just the God of the Dead, the one taking care they were safe and sound in the Underworld – or were punished in Tartaros. The one actually deciding this, was Thanatos. It had been a tough fight with him over Wendy back then.
“Feeling of…owing me something?” Hades suggested. Perhaps that was the only reason. Perhaps she only loved him – or thought she loved him – because he had saved her. “You don’t, by the way. You don’t owe me anything.”
Her face fell at the idea that whatever she felt came from a sense of debt. "No.." she tried to speak but nothing came out, he continued you don't...
"That is not what I said....." she stepped towards him her face wearing a quizzical expression. "I was trying to say whatever it was happened that moment.... like a fairytale... like love at first sight."
Though she stepped again closer to him. "Do... " something from deep within her, willing her to ask the question. "Do you think yourself unworthy of love?"
He was actually wondering how long it would take Wendy to notice him standing in the doorway watching, but when he realised she probably wouldn’t, he moved behind her. Hands resting on her hips. “Mm…” Gareth hummed, tilting his head and bending down to her. “This one…” he breathed against her skin, right at the spot below her ear – just before he let his tongue trail over her skin and kissed it lightly.
There was a feeling when he leaned down to reach her neck, that always made her rise to the tips of her toes to greet him. Yet the moment he finds that one spot, her entire body melting into his chest as a hum that almost seemed to be unintentional as her breath exhales and she inhales sharply at the touch.
His mouth opened in protest, but Gareth didn't say anything, only flinched slightly when Wendy found the cut. Typical. Ever the nurse. "It's fine." He shook his head, his gaze falling on her allower arm. She, too, was bleeding. Though it didn’t look too deep.
He loosened his tie and took it off altogether, then wrapped it around Wendy's arm, tightening it on the wound. "We have to get out of here. I don't know what happened, but...it looks bad." He held out is hand for her. "What are you doing here anyway?" Not that it mattered right now; they really did have to get going.
She flinched in pain as Gareth used his tie to apply pressure to her own cut on her arm though she tried to keep a straight face. Still trying to see if the cut on his head was still bleeding. It was the loud crash of additional rubble hitting the ground that caused her to finally take his hand and try to stand.
The world spun for a moment as she tried to gain her balance.
"Dinner....." was the only word she could get out before turning to look for the food she had brought. "Your dinner I ... I lost it...."
“ I’ve been thinking about the sound you make when I kiss that spot just below your ear. ”
She had been wrapping up dinner. Something small, but she knew that G had a budget meeting today. She had left a small post it as her usual little acknowledgement to help him get through. She had her earphone in, and was dancing in the kitchen. When she felt him move behind her, popping the ear bud out of her ear and his words sending goosepimples down her spine.
Blushing swallowed softly pushing back ever so slightly. Leaning her head to the side giving him enough room to reach. "What spot is that again?" she teased softly.
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“ Your breath against my neck is the only thing keeping me from losing control right now. ”
“ I can feel your pulse racing under my fingertips - tell me what you want me to do about it. ”
“ Stop looking at me like that unless you’re ready for what comes next. ”
“ Every time you bite your lip, I have to fight the urge to kiss it better. ”
“ The way your body arches when I touch you here ... it’s almost unfair. ”
“ I’ve been thinking about the sound you make when I kiss that spot just below your ear. ”
“ You’re trembling. Is it because my hands are too cold, or because you like this too much? ”
“ If you keep making those little noises, I won’t be held responsible for what happens. ”
“ I want to memorize every inch of you with my lips. ”
“ Tell me to stop, and I will. But we both know you don’t want me to. ”
“ Your skin tastes like sin, and I’m already addicted. ”
“ I love how you melt the second my hands slide under your shirt. ”
“ You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to pin you against this wall. ”
“ The way you say my name like that should be illegal. ”
“ I’m going to take my time with you tonight - every second, every sigh. ”
“ Your thighs are shaking… should I keep going, or do you need a moment? ”
“ I can feel how much you want this. Don’t try to hide it from me. ”
“ Let me watch you fall apart - just like that. ”
“ You’re so responsive … it’s driving me absolutely mad. ”
“ I want to hear you beg, just once, before I give you everything. ”
“ Your hands feel like fire on my skin, and I never want you to stop. ”
“ Kiss me like you’re trying to ruin me for anyone else. ”
“ I love the way your back bows when I trace my tongue down your spine. ”
“ You’re trying so hard to stay quiet … but I want to hear you. ”
“ Tell me where you want my mouth next. ”
“ I could spend hours just teasing you until you can’t take it anymore. ”
“ The heat between us is unbearable - come here. ”
“ You look so beautiful like this, flushed and breathless because of me. ”
“ I want to feel you come undone beneath my hands. ”
“ Every time you touch me, it feels like the first time all over again. ”
“ Your lips are swollen from my kisses … and I’m not even close to done. ”
“ I love how you grip the sheets when I do that. ”
“ You taste even better than I imagined. ”
“ Don’t close your eyes - I want to see everything you’re feeling. ”
“ I’m going to ruin you in the sweetest way possible. ”
“ Your body fits against mine like it was made for this. ”
“ I can’t decide if I want to go slow and savor you, or lose myself completely. ”
“ The way you whisper my name when I’m inside you … I’ll never get enough. ”
“ You’re so wet / hard already, and I’ve barely touched you. ”
“ Let me mark you here, where only I can see. ”
“ I want to feel your nails in my back while you fall apart. ”
“ You have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that. ”
“ I’m going to kiss every place that makes you gasp. ”
“ Your hips moving against mine like that - it’s torture. ”
“ I love how you surrender when I finally give you what you’ve been craving. ”
“ Stay still … or I’ll have to start all over again. ”
“ The sounds you’re making are going to haunt my dreams. ”
“ I want you so badly it hurts to hold back. ”
“ Come closer - I need to feel every inch of you against me. ”
“ Tonight, you’re mine, and I’m going to remind you exactly why. ”
His chest was swelling with pride – but when Wendy said he was important to her, all the playfulness vanished for a moment. She really did mean it, this wasn’t just teasing. He turned to Wendy fully now, his arms moving around her waist. “An’ ye’re important ta me,” Eric told her seriously before leaning in to pull her lips into a kiss. Yes, here in the open, where everyone could see it, but he didn’t care.
She blushed into the kiss letting herself melt and feel whole for just a moment. Humming in contentment then giggled softly. "This.... does not mean that I am going to take it easy on you today...." the race was still on, of course.
He almost let out a sigh of relief when Wendy opened her eyes. Shakily, and it was no wonder she was disorientated, but at least she was awake. “Whitehall,” Gareth simply said. “We have to get out of here.” There was no time for big explanations; he had no idea what had caused the explosion, or if there had been any more. Or even how many more people were in the building. They were on the upper levels, so godknows how they would get out – and fast.
His hand moved from Wendy’s cheek to her hand, taking it gently in his. “Do you think you can walk?” Hell, he didn’t even know if he was able to; his entire body hurt, and he was pretty sure he felt something warm and sticky run down his temple.
She coughed up dust and ash as she pushed herself to some kind of seated position. Her hair grey, the smell of smoke and fire heavy. "I think so....." she answered to if she could walk before everything finally came into focus. The blurriness of her vision fading as she reached out gently to the red blood from G's temple.
"You're bleeding....." she searched a moment to locate the cut on his scalp, small, but deep.
He was watching her, waiting – hoping – for a positive answer. His hand automatically moving up to rest on top of hers on his chest. It was just a natural reaction, like he had done it a thousand times before. Her answer, though, wasn’t exactly what he had hoped for.
“The Fates don’t do anything just for the fun of it,” Hades told her. “But…I want to know – do you have these feelings? Or…whatever is inside of you?”
Her eyes floated towards his hand atop hers before being lost in the warmth his touch created. Though looking back up at his question her eyes furrowed.
"I don't believe in fairytales....." she admitted softly. "But I have loved you since the day you spared my life, but I cannot tell you why or how....."
Her eyebrow raised. "Well good sir.... then I am sorry, but I must fight for custody against Oireland, and win."
“Ye makin’ fun’f me?” Eric playfully pinched her in the side, still grinning. “Am I tha’ important t’ye tha’ ye go’a foight for custody?” He shook his head. “Or is it jus’ ‘cause I’m yer best droiver?”
"Well... you're my best driver...." she teased before laughing. "And....." a pause a blush, "And you are important to me."
He nearly flinched back when she suddenly cupped his cheek again, though not out of fear. Merely because he wasn’t sure what was going to happen if they touched again; as if a spark was ignited every time even just their fingertips touched. Perhaps he expected a veil to be lifted, or to suddenly be teleported to a remote place. But nothing was happening.
“It isn’t you loving me then,” Hades concluded. “It is…something else?” Something they were unable to explain.
Her hand shifted, so she could run it through his hair. Down his neck before coming to rest back on his chest. "I don't know you....." she reminded him. He had saved her life, then met again and he saved it again.
"Yet.... you are there on my soul as if.... I don't know.... fate has deemed it so."
It took him a while to realise – this was Wendy lying in front of him. Wendy. His wife. Who was supposed to be at home at this very hour, reading a book, or having supper with their son. So why was she here? What on earth was she doing in this building? Swallowing – though that was quite difficult since his throat was so dry – he gave her cheek another few pats, this time firmer than before. She needed to wake up, he needed to be sure she was okay, and they had to get out of here.
“Wendy,” he croaked, and slowly he felt panic rise. If anything happened to her…no, he couldn’t allow himself to think that way. “Wendy, you have to wake up,” Gareth tried again, lifting his gaze for just a moment. Was there anyone else in the room? Where was Moneypenny? And why wasn’t the bloody sprinkler system springing into action already? Or any kind of alarm, for that matter? Or did he just not hear it, because there was still this deafening ringing in his ears? “Wendy,” another try to get her to open her eyes, and this time he was tenderly stroking his hand over her cheek, “we have to get out of the building.”
Her head was ringing, and a pain radiating throughout her entire body. Unsure what to do, or thing, Then her name, not once... again... no it was his voice.
G... gareth.... calling out to her. It wasn't until she felt his hand stroking her cheek that her eyes fluttered open. Flinching at the light. She moved her foot, then her legs, slowly up her body as if assessing injuries in herself. Nothing seemed broken.
"G...."
Coughing softly with a groan after. "Where...." her mind still hazy trying to piece together the last few moments.
"I did no such thing...." she teased before slapping his own arse. "Unless it also including my ownership of yours."
"Sorry, me arse a'ready belongs ta Oireland." Eric grinned from ear to ear, wrapping both his arms around her now. "Even go' a seal on it." The black Shamrock tattoo. He had been drunk when he got it...
Her eyebrow raised. "Well good sir.... then I am sorry, but I must fight for custody against Oireland, and win."
"...that we are meant to be together," Hades finished her sentence, quietly, though unsure himself if it was correct. Really, he had no clue. All this was just so confusing. Perhaps it was time to ask the Fates, as much as he hated that thought.
"I can't explain it. I wish I could, but..." The god shook his head. "Please don't let this confuse you or...push you away."
"I'm not running....." she pointed out softly. "I just... wish I understood."
"Why I remember loving you... or why I have the memory of a memory? I don't.... like a piece of something is missing...." Reaching out she cupped his cheek. "Like you... are a part of what is missing."
He felt the heat before the actual detonation, just for the hint of a moment sooner. Unable to put the pieces together in that short amount of time, unable to process what was happening until it actually did – until he felt the air pushed out of his lungs, the sharp pain shoot through his body. Until he found himself lying on the floor although only seconds ago he had walked out of his office. M didn’t even remember why as he was lying between the debris; perhaps to go get a cup of tea. No. No, he believed he had grabbed a file from his desk to carry it…well, yes, carry it where exactly? Oh, did it actually even matter now, though? His mind was a mess. There were more important matters at hand.
He lifted his head, and regrettet it instantly. Every bone, every nerve, was aching. His ears were ringing; even if someone had shouted at him he wouldn't have heard them. His eyes were stinging from the dust, and yet he was able to see - and he realised he wasn’t alone. Blinking, trying to get the dust out of his eyes, he looked across the room – or what was left of it. There was someone lying there. A groan broke from his throat when he tried to push himself up – and failed miserably. He fell back into the debris, the remnants of what he believed had been the small coffee table. He wasn’t actually sure. Another try, and this time M did manage to at least get on his knees, crawling over to the other person. His fingers found their throat, feeling for a pulse. They were alive. He gently patted their cheek, trying to get them to wake up.
It had meant to be a surprise. Just a quick stop to drop off dinner knowing he was going to be late, he was always late when things went a little insane. One thing she loved so deeply about him was his compulsion to be the last man in the room when it meant that he could fix, protect, change anything.
Moneypenny had let her wait at her desk near his door, her face brightening into a smile then nothing. No memory of a flash just heat and darkness.
There was just nothing, then a pressure at her throat. Someone was checking her pulse? Why? She tried to move but nothing. It was hot... her ears were ringing. Then the feeling of a hand on her cheek, and more heat, and pain. That's what she felt. Pain. She had been thrown into Moneypenny's desk then back to the floor.
Then she was trying to figure out where she was.