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Chloe Rose Montgomery // Demeter ([info]_demeter) wrote in [info]greek_swim,
@ 2008-12-15 21:00:00

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Entry tags:apollo, demeter

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.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-15 08:37 pm UTC (link)
Apollo hugged her back, his arms naturally wrapping around her. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern clearly in his voice. He'd not encountered anyone who exuded familiarity on his way, and her description of an Italian woman who smoked like a chimney did not match anyone he had seen, so he assumed she was not around when he'd entered. Still, he wanted to make sure Deo was alright. His mind went to his pocket, but he tried to focus. First: make sure she was fine. Then: make sure she was armed.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-15 08:46 pm UTC (link)
She hugged him tighter and gave a nod of her golden head as she inhaled the strong, sun-kissed scent of him though his shirt. "Fine," Demeter murmured than lifted her mouth to his for an all-consuming kiss. She needed it, needed him like she needed air, to help find her center once again. True, the taste and smell of the joint she'd smoked only an hour ago probably still lingered on her tongue and lips, but she couldn't care less now that he was here and in her arms.

The kiss finally spun out, leaving her panting a bit with a hazy head and a flame in the pit of her stomach. "Thank you for coming," Demeter whispered and nuzzled his jaw affectionately. "You don't know how much I appreciate it."

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-15 08:58 pm UTC (link)
He stroked her hair, gently, his hands in the golden tresses, trying to placate her. "I was worried about you," he said, leaning in and placing a soft second kiss on her lips. "You don't need to thank me for a thing."

So much blood. He could not see her that way, had to do what he could for her.

He blinked the vision away, reaching into his pocket, and taking out the Glock-19 he'd brought for her. "This is for you," he said. "I want you to be able to protect yourself. I don't want anything to happen to you" ever again, not if I can help it. He was unsure where the last bit of that thought had come from, and was still trying to sort things out in his head.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-15 09:06 pm UTC (link)
Her hands shook as she took the weapon from him. She was one of peace, one of love. Not of violence or bloodshed. It was wrong for her to handle such things; to go into war, armed like a soldier. "Y-You're lucky I'm from Texas or I wouldn't know how to work this damn thing," Demeter said with a half smile to attempt to lighten the mood.

She placed it on the table beside the loukoumades then ran a hand under her nose like a sheepish child. "I'll be fine, really, and of course I'm going to thank you." He was sweet, playing her protector. Demeter's tiny hand - still trembling slightly - reached out to squeeze his in gratitude before offering him a drink. "I have champagne, wine, beer, pop, water..." Her own half empty glass of red sat by an ashtray where the remnants of her self-medication lay. "Food? I didn't know if you'd eaten or not so I ordered in."

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-15 09:17 pm UTC (link)
He had watched the shaking of her hands, an amused half-smile finding its way to his lips at her remark. "I just want you to have the option there, Deo. I can't see you like that again. Not you." He wasn't sure how the last words had made their way past his lips, but they brought a frown to the sun-god's face.

"I'll always do whatever I can for you," he said, "anytime you need, anything that I can." It was his promise, his word. He squeezed her hand and chuckled at her mention of food. "I have a y-chromosome. I'm always up for food," he said, with a smirk. "Whatever you're having -- or were having," he said, trying to keep things simple.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-15 09:23 pm UTC (link)
His words made her shiver harder and fingers inched to the place where her phantom pains always stemmed before taking his chin in her hand then placing another wet, gratitude-filled kiss on his mouth. "Not again, I promise, Phoebus," the little queen promised, stroking his chest. She kissed him again then pulled away to fill a glass.

"I wasn't really eating anything but you're more than welcome to help yourself," Demeter told him as the red liquid filled the wide-brimmed bowl of a glass. "There's the Greek donut things and some Diples and Baklava... I go for the sweet things when I'm stressed, sorry. If you want something else, I can order it," she offed, hanging over his drink.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-15 09:31 pm UTC (link)
He watched her, clearly still concerned about her well-being, but likewise relieved to see that she seemed to be alright. His eyes scanned the room, stopping at the ashtray, alight with mirth, his brow raising only very slightly. Okay, so the munchies gave her sweet-cravings, apparently. A grin worked its way to his lips. "What you have sounds wonderful, really. I'm not picky," he said. "Thank you so much," he said, for the drink and the food offer.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-15 09:37 pm UTC (link)
One more she award him with a small smile and gestured to the table where the desserts where spread out. The tiny blonde was still trembling, though not as hard as before and after collecting the ashtray, carefully walked to the trashcan to dump it before placing it on her nightstand.

Her discarded wine glass was likewise reclaimed and refilled and she took a seat in one of the overstuffed, high-back seats only to heave a heavy sigh. "I'm sorry. I'm all out of sorts. I'll be alright, though. You don't have to stay if you don't want to." Demeter wanted him to stay - the whole night if she could swing it - and chase away all of the fear and paranoia with lots and lots of distracting sex.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-15 11:37 pm UTC (link)
Apollo joined her, nodding as he sat in the seat opposite hers. "Don't be sorry for a thing, please," he said. "I want to stay, really," he assured, sincerity in his voice. A little smirk worked its way to his lips. "Besides, you said something about a hot tub, and that is a terrible tease," he said, mirth in his eyes.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-16 08:02 am UTC (link)
Hazel eyes met his, lost and slightly scared before darting off to where she kept her stash. Her tiny frame continued to quiver and the blonde wanted nothing more than another hit of some herb but had promised herself not while he was there. Instead, Demeter turned her puppy-dog expression back on the youth beside her and studied her face before dropping her own into her hands.

"I'm so fucked up right now," she muttered, taking solace in the darkness she usually despised before shooting out of the chair to pace again. "The tub's ready. It's in the bathroom... obvious," Demeter added, realizing how she sounded while she pulled the band from her hair to let the golden curls loose then fiddled with the elastic nervously.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-16 11:08 am UTC (link)
Apollo got up, walking to where she was, and putting his arms around her in a hug.

"Everything's going to be fine, I promise," he said, trying to placate her, to do whatever he could to make her feel more at ease. He was trying, really. Placating women had never -- really -- been his strongest suit, but he deserved credit!

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-16 11:15 am UTC (link)
The little blonde sank gratefully into his embrace, willing all the clouded thoughts and confused anxiety to disappear if even only for a few minutes. "Distract me?" she asked in a voice almost as small as she was. "Make me forget that she's here? Please?"

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-16 11:27 am UTC (link)
Apollo's hands went to her lovely golden tresses, in what he hoped was a comfort-evoking gesture. He looked down at her, willing himself not to get lost in the flowery, feminine scent of her hair.

"Anything you wish, Deo," he said, leaning down and placing a kiss on her forehead.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-16 11:35 am UTC (link)
Both arms flew around his shoulders and standing on tip-toe, Demeter threw the pair of them into another heated liplock. Hesitation and relief were replaced by hunger and need, her tongue battled his, taking greedily every little flick and twist. One knee nudged its way between his thighs, bringing them even closer and she didn't stop her assault on his mouth even when her blackberry started to ring.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-16 04:23 pm UTC (link)
Apollo was, of course, more than happy to return the kiss, tugging at her hair just slightly in a sexual manner as his tongue entered her mouth and engaged in the twisted tango. Was that her phone? Well, he was certainly not going to stop if she was not. He let out a half-growl as she came closer.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-16 05:19 pm UTC (link)
"Phoebus," she whimpered, nipping at his bottom lip sweetly then dove deeper into the kiss. One hand fisted his hair, drawing him closer. She wanted every touch, every inch of him against her. If only someone would stop that damn ringing!

Oh... wait...

Breaking away from him, panting heavily, Demeter frowned then held a finger up as found her blackberry. "Hello? Kore! Oh, yes. No, I'm fine. I was just on the balcony and had to run to catch the phone," she lied with her nose wrinkling. "Tomorrow? Sure, yeah, that would be great, doll. Right, I'll see you then. Goodbye."

Hanging up the device, Demeter rolled her eyes as she stepped back to the man she'd abandoned. "Sorry," came the little apology while her hands roamed the expanse of his chest. "Kore was checking on me to make sure I'm okay." She sucked on his lip again in apology. "Where were we?"

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-17 05:04 pm UTC (link)
Apollo blinked at the temporary interruption, but it was just that, a very temporary interruption. He grinned a don't worry about itish gesture, and it wasn't half a moment before his tongue started to tango with hers once more, his hands going to her waist, pulling her close to him.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-17 05:28 pm UTC (link)
"Mm!" Both arms were back around his shoulder, one hand curling in his hair, as she sank into the kiss; leaving behind all the worry and fear and paranoia while giving herself over to the pleasure and desire he was calling up in her. The sweet coaxing of his tongue made her whimper, the power of his hands on her hips made her tremble and she thrust her knee back between his thighs to pull them even closer. Mouth continued to rend and saw and a heady buzz better than any fuzzy cloud the weed could produce filled her brain until the need for air became too demanding.

"There's a hot tub waiting for us, you know," Demeter purred as she nuzzled her jaw. "How about we move in there?" She dropped one hand and used it to draw his to the belt of her robe.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-17 11:31 pm UTC (link)
"Oooh, hot tub," he managed, before attacking her mouth with his once more, half-growling as she put his hands on her robe's belt. She tasted of summer, of poppies and meadows and wonderful things. He picked her up, suddenly, pulling her even closer to him.

"Which way?" was the only thing he broke the contact of his lips with hers to ask. And then the assault of lips commenced again, his tongue caressing her lips, moving past them and exploring her mouth.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-18 08:12 am UTC (link)
One hand made a fluttering gesture in the direction of the bathroom though she could care less if he saw or understood. Not when she was falling deeper into his kisses; losing herself in him exactly the way she'd wanted, needed to.

"Phoebus," Demeter moaned, soft and low and full of hunger. He was sunshine and melody and she floated on both while her arms wrapped tighter around his shoulder and hips shifted anxiously. If they made it to the hot tub, fantastic, but she'd be content with the bed. Or table. Or floor.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-19 07:22 pm UTC (link)
The gesture registered, somewhere in the back of his head, and he automatically (and quickly, with some sense of urgency) headed in the direction she indicated. He continued to kiss her, even as they entered the bathroom, mumbling indistinctly against her lips, half-growling as he pulled her close.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-19 07:29 pm UTC (link)
Brain thoroughly fuzzed with weed and lust, Demeter could do nothing but melt into his arms. All her concentration was focused on those erotic kisses he was taking her mouth with. The slight domination he showed in pulling her closer, the growls he produced only drove her deeper into desire. "Mmm... this the part where you tear off my robe then ravish me senseless like in those smutty books I read on the airplanes?" Demeter joked in a voice low and husky while she tugged at his shirt.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-19 10:47 pm UTC (link)
She could have pulled his shirt off and sent the buttons flying everywhere, and he wouldn't have so much as raised a brow. He kissed her fiercely, hands roaming over her exquisitely feminine curves before he pulled back with a little smirk.

"Oh, is that what you read on those long trips?" he asked, mischief in his eyes. "Tell me, what is it that happens in these smutty books? Which ones do you read?" he asked, before taking her mouth with his once more.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-19 11:04 pm UTC (link)
"Nothing as good as this." Small, delicate hands drew his to her robe's sash again while mouths continued to rend and saw; hoping he'd get the idea and rid her of it before her fingers started to nimbly undo the buttons of his shirt. "All of them," she breathed between kisses. "Really trashy ones, sometimes. Really good ones, others. Mmmm." Demeter drew his tongue into her mouth and caught the tip of it with her teeth. Holding him captive, she sucked suggestively on the trapped muscle and flicked her own tongue against the tip before releasing him with a giggle. "Nora Roberts. J. Gatsby. Janet Evanovich. Some modern, some bodice ripping," the blonde spoke through the kisses, accenting the last few words by pulling his shirt open and letting her hands slide over his smooth chest.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-19 11:17 pm UTC (link)
He pulled at the sash of her robe, his fingers pulling at it, opening it, kissing her, his lips trailing toward her neck, a growl escaping his lips at the feeling of her small hands on his chest. His eyes opened and he paused, however, when he registered the names she had listed -- though, granted, it took several moments.

"Gatsby's me." Wait. No. That didn't make any sense. He tried to focus. "I mean: that's my pen name."

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-20 09:01 am UTC (link)
She shrugged her robe off her shoulders, allowed it to pool around her elbows as she continued to undress him. More than her fingers played on his chest when her mouth began to suck little sensual kisses down his sternum. "Sure. And I'm really Richard Simmons," Demeter teased, swirling her tongue around his nipple while her hands skated across his abs then down to his belt.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-20 09:08 pm UTC (link)
"Okay. My next book comes out this Tuesday. We'll see," he said, with a little smirk, though the smirk only stayed on his features for a fraction of a moment, before being replaced with a look of utter, complete enjoyment. His hands moved over her breasts, cupping them, his thumbs teasing her nipples.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-20 09:13 pm UTC (link)
"And what's it about?" Demeter giggled back, unhooking his belt before undoing his zipper as well. "Hmm? Some poor young author who's seduced by an order, beautiful woman on a Mediterranean bea-oh!" She squeaked when his fingers found her breasts and the blonde instinctively arched toward the touch with little anxious moans. "Mmm, Phoebus. You really like those, don't you?" she teased, nipping at his jaw as she pushed his pants down off his hips.

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-23 12:06 am UTC (link)
"Wait 'til you see the dedication," he remarked, with a little wink.

"I really like all of you," he said, an almost-growl. He nipped at her neck just slightly, delighting in the moans that escaped her.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-23 07:42 am UTC (link)
The way he said it made her pause and draw back, leaving his pants more on than off. "Dedication? Wait, you're serious!" It wasn't a question. Hazel eyes wide, Demeter studied his face, searching for any signs that would point to deception. "You're really J. Gatsby? The romance writer?"

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-23 12:02 pm UTC (link)
Wait, what? Why did she stop? His brow quirked just slightly upward at her words, though an amused smile was on his features.

"Of course I'm serious," he said, with a chuckle. "Come on, I'm good, but that's just too good for me to make up on the fly. The pen name is a play on the F. Scott Fitzgerald novel. I can't write serious reviews on the one hand, and then turn around and write-- well, smut, under the same name. My publisher suggested it might not be such a good idea."

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-23 01:11 pm UTC (link)
Hazel eyes filled with mirth as she stroked his chest again then firmly pressed hers to it. "You naughty boy you," Demeter teased. "Don't tell me this is all research or I'm going to be heartbroken." He wrote romance novels; no wonder he was so good in bed... or was it the other way around? "I think I have a copy or two laying around in my luggage. Care to autograph them for me?"

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-23 01:28 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, I'm naughty, am I?" he asked, teasing back, his fingertips dancing over her back as she pressed close. "Not research. You were an inspiration, I'll admit, but research? No way." Her question was greeted with a chuckle. "I'd be most honored to. Anything for you," he said.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-23 01:46 pm UTC (link)
"Mmmhmmm, you are," Demeter purred, pushing off his pants before wrapping one hand around his arousal, pumping slowly. "From Chloe to Goddess to Muse... I don't know about that last step, Phoebus but if you are willing to do anything..." The blonde nipped at his jaw again before capturing his mouth for a hungry kiss. "There's a couple of scenes I wouldn't mind reenacting with the author."

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[info]_apollo
2008-12-23 03:38 pm UTC (link)
He let out a moan at that. "Oh, Deo," he managed. Sweet Olympus, she was pressing his buttons. "Anything," he managed, though how, at that point, he was still able to form words was, in and of itself, quite an accomplishment. His hands went over her back, then backside, one settling there, the other going forward, his fingers moving between her legs. "Which ones?" he asked, fiercely kissing her back.

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[info]_demeter
2008-12-23 03:46 pm UTC (link)
Stroking him a bit harder, the blonde woman kissed wet, tongue-filled kisses along the side of his throat, up to his ear. She shucked her robe entire and after nibbling on his ear, she whispered, "All of them" on a sweet, warm breath before pushing him towards the hot tub.

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