hemera/aether- I’m going to show you what real fucking is.
Under the cut for length and NSFW
For some reason, Aether felt like Hemera was trying to provoke him. Maybe something had happened between her and another god, for she seemed to be in quite the mood. He had tried to ask her what was going on, but she hadn’t confided in him, only bickering trying to start fights. He gave up on trying to comfort her, even fighting back a bit. She always knew how to push his buttons to make him flare up. She knew him so well, that she knew just how to make him angry.
Eventually Aether gave up, leaving Hemera in her unexplained rage. He knew better than to try and continue this fight, when she didn’t want to tell him what was going on. It might not even have been anything in particular, she may have just woken up in a mood today. Aether left their home, figuring he might as well try to get rid of his agitation doing favorite activity of his; club-hopping.
It was alright for a bit. The music was loud enough in the first one that Aether couldn’t hear himself think. But the drinks were shit and everyone was too strung out on hard drugs, to be dancing properly. He moved to the next place, which was practically dead, though the drinks were cheap and strong. He kept moving, disappointed in every place he found, and intoxicated. He even tried a gay club, hoping for some better dancing. Yet even though the beat was sick and the men were attractive, touching Aether, flirting with him, Aether still didn’t feel satisfied. He just kept thinking about Hemera, wondering what was going on with her, wondering what she was doing.
Aether returned to their home, still intoxicated, his body rushing with heat where he had been touched by strangers. Hemera was in bed, but she woke when Aether entered the bedroom. She opened her mouth, probably to demand to know where she was. He stopped her by rushing forward, pulling her face to his and kissing her hard. She yelped, pushing at him. He grabbed her wrists, pulling her fists away from his chest. She growled again, pulling free from his grip and pushing at him again. He landed on the bed, underneath her. She kissed him hard, angry and frustrated, filled with heat too. He took hold of her wrists again and flipped her, so that he was on top of her.
“I’m going to show you what real fucking is.” He muttered, keeping her wrists against the bed, pulling his clothes off with one hand.
“It’s about time.” She muttered, wiggling against his grasp, but not breaking free.