five times kissed (for wickederos, don't have to but since chaotic love gods dig all kinds of kissing haaaa)
The first time it is a foolish dare. Eros is still a young god, so full of potential and chaos that he cannot refuse. The kiss is quick, more like a child being forced to kiss their relative, and Demeter does not mention it later. He is left to wonder if she even remembers it.
She is still in mourning, black gowns and freezing, bitter cold clouds. His heart aches for her, but his king has decided, and he has no choice but to obey. Still, that does mean she does not deserve the comfort and support he can offer. The kiss is gentle, on her cheek, tentatively placed. She is so cold, and all he can hope is to offer a little bit of warmth.
They are drunk at a festival, as are so many others. He doesn’t mean to, he just exudes that golden love that she has not felt for thousands of years. She kisses him without realizing what she is doing, wild and drunk and bathed in his light. They acknowledge it as a mistake between friends later on.
He is a newlywed, unknown to so many, but she can see how happy he is. How in love with this woman who he has claimed. Demeter smiles, and pulls him aside, kisses his cheek and gives him her blessing.
Psyche is gone, and Demeter is left to console him like he once comforted her. She gathers the boy in her arms, wounded and weak, and tells him that all will be well. Soft promises are whispered into his hair, as well as the gentle kisses she seals them with.