Who: Poseidon and Amphitrite Where: Poseidon's apartment When: [Backdated] March 2nd, 2012 What: Poseidon is in for some fresh news since getting his title's back Warnings: Language
Poseidon had spent months out of touch with his powers. To slip back into them took some getting used to. It was like getting a new pair of gloves. They were a snug fit, a little tight and needed some wearing in. Triton had done well enough, he'd even gone so far as to commend the boy for his attempts. Now, the Olympian had cozying up to do with his rightful titles. He'd missed it, missed his ocean with her luring voice more than anything else. Even Amphitrite would never compare to his oceanic mistress.
Her voice was still new, as was the flutter at Amphitrite's presence when he felt her near. Since she'd seen him in that poor, pitiful state it was near orgasmic at being able to feel again. The brightness was back in his eyes. She wasn't going to make this easy, the nymph never had. It was why she was so precious to him. Whatever it was she needed to voice, he was willing to open an ear. It was the least he could do. It was what a King would do. He would give her that.
Amphitrite wasn't exactly looking forward to this conversation. Even if they had planned on having another child, she wasn't sure this was the best thing to inform him of the moment he'd earned his titles back. But he was very stubborn and if he insisted on her seeing him now, then he would just have to live with the news she had. He could complain or moan about it if he wanted, but this was far more important to her than him being Sea King again. Not that she would admit it, because that was obviously a big deal.
As she approached the apartment she felt that familiar rush. Something inside her seemed to wake up, a change that she hadn't felt since she couldn't feel him anymore. There was a spring to her step, a pride that she hadn't realized that had been missing. Perhaps he was ready for this news.
She knew well enough that if she could feel him then he could feel her, so she came right in and found her way to him. Her eyes moved over him for a moment, as though to inspect everything had been returned to its proper place. This was most certainly the Poseidon she knew. But there was no time for pleasantries. "I have something to tell you and right now I really don't need any lip from you." There wasn't any snark in her tone, just importance in what she had come to say.
"Nice to see you too," he grunted, getting up off his perch on the couch. There was a lightness in the air that hadn't been there before. He wasn't dragging his feet. There was no looming dark cloud in the atmosphere. He'd finally, for once, earned his titles instead of taking them. It felt right and new at the same time.
He greeted her with kiss on the cheek, hardly romantic, but definitely a step forward. He held his arms out, turning around to motion for her to sit. "It sounds urgent," where her snark wasn't, his made up for.
Although it wasn't romantic in the least, there was still something in that simple kiss that Amphitrite couldn't help but appreciate. Times like these she needed him to just keep his hands off her so she could think clearly. This news of hers would either come as a shock and he would be excited, or he would he would grunt. She expected the latter.
She shook her head. "I'd rather stand," she said simply. And then before anything else could be said, "Poseidon, I'm pregnant."
Keeping his hands to himself did not come easy for Poseidon, not when it came to Amphitrite. Without his titles for all this time, without her, he wasn't exactly set on playing a gentleman. But, he could see in the way she held herself that something was different before she even spoke. It was her posture, the way she smelled, that abnormal glow on her skin.
He circled around her, "by all means then," he gestured, "stand." He stopped when she spoke again, just behind her where she couldn't see his face. They'd tried for months before his rights had been taken. It wasn't the first time she'd ever said those words to him, it was now the fifth. Between them they'd had four children. Between him and the rest of the world there was no counting. He couldn't be sarcastic here, because it had been the first time they'd legitimately tried for one. He had to say there was an odd sense of excitement, though the grin on his face looked far more malicious.
His hands swept up her shoulders, his fingers delicately tracing her neck. "Really?" he stated, that deep, frightening tone in his voice when he was interested.
This was why Amphitrite had been especially moody lately. With her came the usual pride and arrogance of a goddess, but now she was just plain moody. One minute she was happy and bubbly, the next she was cranky and bitchy with the right comments. It was why she had been so demanding.
But with this child also came the chains. The lack of freedom she would never again have. Because she was having another child with Poseidon. Another Prince or Princess of the Sea. It had been so long since her last and now all of their children were long since grown. The very thought of going through pregnancy and birth and raising a child was frightening.
And yet she was excited. She had done this four other times, she was no newcomer. It had just been so long. She nodded, showing no recognition to his touch. "I'm due early October."
His hands massaged her neck, somewhat roughly as he had hardly no gentleness in him. He could show her that for being able to blast that in his face.
"Girl or boy?" He breathed in her scent, nose ghosting up her neck. He was curious.
Amphitrite didn't like that one bit and so she moved her neck out of his reach. It simply didn't feel good and the last thing she needed when she was still experiencing morning sickness was being uncomfortable in any way.
"I don't know yet," she said with a small shrug. "Does it matter?"
He released his hold giving her some breathing room. "I haven't seen you in months." He didn't mean to be quite so heavy handed.
"I'm curious." He would always want sons. They were tougher than his girls.
"Gee, I hadn't noticed," she said with a hint of annoyance. "I've been throwing up the last few months, I wouldn't have been much company as it is."
Amphitrite believed him, but she was certain he wouldn't be all too pleased with another girl. But Amphitrite didn't mind one way or another whether she had a son or a daughter. Although deep down she would find it hard to have another son, as Triton was everything a mother could wish for.
"Think that matters?" Poseidon was as horny as Zeus. While he was vain in his mistresses' and wife's appearance he certainly had had his share of unpleasantries. Amphitrite's morning sickness was up there. He'd never much stuck around during her childbearing years. He'd given that up to romp around with the other young and beautiful nymphs.
His eyes were steady, but not cold or indifferent toward her. He would forgive her if she had a girl, but he would be more pleased with a son. He stroked the side of her cheek with his finger. "Another son would be ideal."