Who: Poseidon and Amphitrite What: The moody King comes back home When: Tuesday night, December 14, 2010 Where: Penthouse Warnings: TBD
It would be the entire weekend before Poseidon came home, after he'd let his temper subside for the time being. Amphitrite had made a mess, a damn good one and he had been in no mood for baiting her further. Between the two of them two innocents were not spared their wrath, as Poseidon had taken his aggression out on a girl the night before. The liquor still lay on him like a cologne, the taste of bad vodka, smoke and blood soaked scratches that lined his back for the poor girl that hadn't even had the chance to squeal 'no'.
He walked into the penthouse without so much as a word, walking right past Amphitrite who lay on the bed, towards the bathroom where to get the stench off his body. Just as he'd flicked the light on he noticed a creak in the closet door that didn't look as empty as she'd threatened. He opened that door to see fresh, tailored suits hanging on the racks. He turned to look at her, eyes narrowed for a moment with a huff before storming back into the bathroom and slamming the door.
Under the warm water he closed his eyes, letting it rinse away this bad fight between two jealous lovers. His hand slammed against the tiled wall in a grunt. She had to make him feel guilty. After at least half an hour Poseidon returned skin wet, clean shaven with a towel wrapped around his waist. He still didn't say a word while changing into loose fitting pajama pants and crawling on the bed where she sat.
She looked sad.
His hand reached out to touch her face gingerly, looking at her through dark, wet bangs.
"Hey, baby," he whispered.
In all honesty it had been the guilt she felt that had made her replace his suits. Lucky for her she knew his size and the style, as well as the designers he liked. She couldn't replace them with just any old suits.
When she had heard the door open and footsteps making their way to their bedroom she didn't even move. He would see what she had done and maybe he'd forgive her. Unfortunately, she could never forgive him for the things he had done. She didn't even want to know where he had been, but she could take a wild guess as to what he had been doing. It was a horrible thought and she tried not to think of it.
Something all women should remember is that they can't change the way a man is. Even if they pour their heart and soul out to them. It's simply impossible. Even if love might be involved to an extent.
She did flinch when he slammed the door and a part of her, the part that thought up wild scenarios and the best ways to go about doing them made her want to jump and run out the door. Just run as fast as she could until she could run no more. But she didn't. The rational side sad to stay and wait this out. The fight was inevitable.
But he surprised her.
Her eyes closed as she felt his touch. It was that same touch she remembered from so many years before when he had actually been gentle with her. Nothing like the way they were now. She didn't say anything but opened her eyes in response to his words. No matter how many times she had run the words through her head she couldn't bring herself to actually say them. She wanted him to stop doing what he was doing. She wanted that fairytale romance so many girls dreamed about these days. But it would never happen. Even now she couldn't bring herself to say any of it, because she knew it would never happen. And he would never let her go.
Poseidon wanted to give Amphitrite what she wouldn't ask. To make her the only one he went to, but it wasn't within his nature. His home would always be with her, she was his 'Queen' but sometimes when she pressed, making him feel closed in he forced his way out.
There was always this impossible void that Poseidon could never fill. The satisfaction was never enough. Amphitrite was the only thing he truly treasured. The side he gave her the glimpse of now was a side only she had stirred within him, which was why he'd never let her go. Ever.
This spell they had been in for years now had kept him around less and less. It was about time Amphitrite deserved more of his time. But she'd pissed him off real good, he'd expected to yell at her, except when she did things to reach out for his attention.
He didn't like seeing her sad, near tears, she was stronger than that. He'd made her stronger than that.
He wouldn't apologize, but he would give her a taste of what she longed for. When he had treated her softly. His thumb ran along those plump lips, his own near and ready until he turned that hot kiss in a soft trail against her neck.
It was heartbreaking. Knowing that she could never have what she really wanted. Even if she was the one he came home to it wasn't good enough. But right now she wouldn't ruin this moment. They were few and far between and she would be damned if she let it get away.
The thought of just flirting with another man was not foreign to her, if only to get a rile out of him. Perhaps if he knew how she really felt he could stop, but still it wouldn't end well for anyone involved and Amphitrite didn't need anymore blood on her hands. She'd never tell him but every death that was caused by her haunted her. Even the most recent one.
Every one-night-stand, every woman he flirted with and gloated about, every single woman he looked at drove her up the wall. It didn't help that she had noticed their time together was growing shorter and shorter. She hated being just a house wife. It wasn't who she was, even if that's what he wanted her to be.
Her eyes closed again as she felt his lips on her skin. These were the moments she cherished. No amount of hot, steaming sex could replace this. "We should get away. Just us." Her voice was quiet, gentle and just above a whisper. Even if she wasn't speaking normally there was an unmistakable hoarseness.
He wasn't a romantic sort, his emotions as wayward as the ocean tide. He knew what she kept from him, part of him wanted her to beg for it. There were things he couldn't stand to see, and for years he'd rather be closer than this. The gentler side missed her. Holding her like the woman she was instead of treating her like some kind of possession he kept locked away. She was still soft. She could still break his heart if she wanted to. It wasn't the first time.
His fingers traced down her chin, lifting it ever so slightly so to kiss those lips without forced entry. Lightly biting at first, then tender. "Where?" he asked in that low rumble of a voice, even when a few decibels softer than usual. It was true, it had been a long time since they had just enjoyed the company of one another without the distractions of the rest of the world pulling him away.
She sighed quietly. This was what she had been missing. Who cared if they had done horrendous things? Amphitrite felt she belonged with him, even if there had been a time when she most certainly did not believe that. Ran from him, swam in fact. To the ends of the earth. But now she couldn't even dream of doing that. It would be madness that drove her to do something like that again.
For these rare moments she felt like the shy, timid wife again. Still learning the motions and his habits. She could play that wife again if she really wanted to. If he wanted her to. "Somewhere warm," she allowed herself the short moment of a laugh, even if there was something sad about it. She hated the cold. Snow itself was stunning, but she hated the coldness that was required in order to have the snow.
She could run all she wanted, but he would always find her. This was no star-crossed love story, but there was definite love there that had grown into something quite reckless over time. He just had a grip on her that he'd never loosened since making her his.
Unlike her he liked the cold, it played perfectly with that solid heart of his. For her though, he would take some time away if that is what she wanted. Hoisting himself up on one elbow, he slid her down against him, taking her mouth again.
"Alright," he breathed nipping against her ear. He wanted her as wife now and not just the mantle piece he pleased himself with when the timing was right. "You've got my attention now," which was twisted that an act of violence would impress him enough to stick around a little longer for her.
Once she had run (swam, actually) so far and for so long that she had practically passed out in the water. Thank the gods she was a sea being! The love she had learned to have toward him had only grown over the years, though to the point of her own jealousies being taken out on any woman he dared have a fling with. The most recent incident was only one of probably hundreds, maybe even thousands.
She didn't mind being the trophy wife. In fact, in many ways she was just that. He had won her, though through begging. Really it had been Delphin who had convinced her to at least speak with Poseidon. She would be quick to remind him of that if his ego ever got too big.
It wasn't meant to impress, just to get his attention. At least it had worked. She had warned him and now an innocent man was going to prison for life because of something she had done. "Good," she said after their lips had parted. "I think we should go to Hawaii for a few weeks."
There may have once been a good guy underneath the cold monstrous being he had turned into, but it was too little too late to turn him inside out. Amphitrite had learned to live with that and dig as deep as she could, and times such as this she succeeded.
No wife of Poseidon would work for just nothing. While he held her up on a mantle, he pushed her to get his own way. Such was the twisted love he had for her, it was kneaded to accommodate him, as if in some freakish way she was his light in this dark void he made for himself. Only, sometimes he needed to give a little. She hadn't begged him, though she damn well should have. He'd play husband for a while longer. "If that's what you want," bright blue eyes locked with hers, "I'll give you that.