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Apollo/Victor and Demeter/Chloe: You Write What?
Who: Apollo/Victor and Demeter/Chloe
Where: Demeter's Suite at the King George II Palace
What: Hot tubs and Harlequin novels
When: Evening of Tuesday, December 9th
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: Complete
She'd given his name to the front desk, instructing them to send him up to her sweet with a key upon arrival. The two of them together in the halls if Hera was lurking about could spell disaster. Instead, Demeter waited in her rooms, clad in a black satin robe with her hair pulled up in a messy bun and a bottle of bubbly on ice. A few desserts from room service were set on the table and the tub was full. All she needed was her young lover to provide a piece of mind - and maybe a few climaxes - and she'd sleep much more soundly than she had the night before. The diminutive blonde wrung her hands as she paced the room like a caged cat, counting the seconds. They'd called up to tell her he'd arrived; what was taking so long?! Surely, Hera hadn't...
The golden head snapped up as she heard the small beep of her door's keypad and Demeter found herself holding her breath while she stood behind one of the high backed chairs for protection until her Phoebus' face appeared. "Oh, thank God," Demeter breathed in relief and all but ran into his arms for a crushing hug.
Where: Demeter's Suite at the King George II Palace
What: Hot tubs and Harlequin novels
When: Evening of Tuesday, December 9th
Rating: PG-13ish
Status: Complete
She'd given his name to the front desk, instructing them to send him up to her sweet with a key upon arrival. The two of them together in the halls if Hera was lurking about could spell disaster. Instead, Demeter waited in her rooms, clad in a black satin robe with her hair pulled up in a messy bun and a bottle of bubbly on ice. A few desserts from room service were set on the table and the tub was full. All she needed was her young lover to provide a piece of mind - and maybe a few climaxes - and she'd sleep much more soundly than she had the night before. The diminutive blonde wrung her hands as she paced the room like a caged cat, counting the seconds. They'd called up to tell her he'd arrived; what was taking so long?! Surely, Hera hadn't...
The golden head snapped up as she heard the small beep of her door's keypad and Demeter found herself holding her breath while she stood behind one of the high backed chairs for protection until her Phoebus' face appeared. "Oh, thank God," Demeter breathed in relief and all but ran into his arms for a crushing hug.