My odypen fic for @erostober is here! I really hope those who read it enjoy it. I've never written a purely smut focused fic before, and while I'm happy with it and had a good time writing it, I'm also a bit nervous as a result!
Thank you so much to anyone that checks it out, and all those that have expressed their excitement for it. <3
sing o muse
There were many moments when Penelope felt as if she had known Odysseus all of her life. It wasn’t true, of course, but it was a sentiment he shared, even during their earliest meetings, well before she had experienced the taste of his lips or the lovely spread of his hands along her skin. When she closed her eyes, she could recall the first time he said it, feel the warm presence of him at her side, as if she could sense his need to touch her burning within him, barely contained. He had laughed, with something like wonder, or disbelief. Looked at her as if she might vanish if he dared to turn away. I think I’ve always known you, his low voice had been right next to her ear, making her shiver. But she had giggled instead, as if the notion were ridiculous and didn’t make her face flush, her heart pound. As if she hadn’t been staring at him, hoping that his restraint would crack and he would reach for her, and do all the things she had already been dreaming of doing with him. As if they both hadn’t realized that they each felt the same. In spite of this truth, the first year of their marriage was full of new discoveries: of him, of herself, and who they were together. What joys and hopes and desires they already shared, and what they awoke in one another. Recently, Penelope had made such a discovery, one she was eager to further explore. It began due to a busier-than-usual day at court...