Lust (bedroom_hymns) wrote in nevermore_logs, @ 2012-11-02 16:35:00 |
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Entry tags: | lust, theseus |
WHO: Theseus & Lust
WHEN: [Backdated] The storm
WHERE: Ambrosia
WHAT: A cold immortal sailor king looking to warm up with the wrong girl
WARNING: Talk of sex and smells
Lust was raging as much as the storm outside. Her precious Greed was home and she hated leaving him alone especially after what happened to his apartment. Partly because she was afraid Lucy would come knocking and turn him into a black stain on her carpet (even though only Greed and Gluttony knew where the apartment was) and partly because she wanted to coddle him. And she wanted to fuck him. Storms were good for that. Not that she ever needed a reason...
She'd been arguing with one of the gofer's, wasn't there some God or thing or person that could stop this shit long enough for her to go home!? Nope. She shoved the useless pest aside and stalked down the hall to get to the stairs to go to her room. She texted Greed that she was going to try to get home but she might not be able to but he was not to leave the apartment and go out in this mess. She preferred naked or going commando but she was decked out in 'work clothes'. Dark purple and black, heels, thigh high stockings, black undies, and a top that showed just how lucky a man would be to have her.
She was a little tired of Ambrosia but had to work because her darling boy also spent her damn money like crazy and in the short amount of time he'd been with her he'd managed to drain her bank accounts to a fifth of what they'd been. And despite being the most expensive girl there, top billed, and everything.. Lust only worked when she was in the mood. And even then the list of people she had rejected was longer than the ones she'd accepted. Kacia wasn't thrilled, it meant less money for Ambrosia but either Lust did things her own way or no way. Which is why the storm was messing with her mood, turning it dark. She wanted to go home. And she wasn't going to get to.
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He came in with the storm, part of it, or just finding it the thrill he needed to take up a new city. Theseus never stuck around one place for too long. He still had at least three wives in three different places, one in another country somewhere. He hit the snooze button for so long then took a ship sailing out to another destination. One life was almost not enough, so good thing immortality suited him. It was a chance to change a life for another. Either he was a giant douche or just plain forgetful, but considering his parentage it was flat down the middle.
He was soaked to the bone from the rain, his dark hair just small tufts glued to his head as the water dripped down his face. He needed a warm bed and room for the night. Or two. He'd asked for the best room with the best girl. This place looked top dollar. Despite power outages all across the city and flooding, this place was still fairly well lit. He could sense an array of other immortals in the building which meant one hell of a night.
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The receptionist was a bubbly low level immortal, a nymph or fae, with almost no power. She wasn't worried about mortals finding the place because they were easily sniffed out and dealt with so greeted Theseus with the customary, hi, horrible weather, poor you, welcome to Ambrosia. As he asked for the best room with the best girl. The receptionist lost her smile and looked away as she caught sight of an angry Lust going up the stairs. The blonde's smile came back into place and she said, "Our best girl has our best room..." she pointed at Lust's retreating figure to indicate who it was and then made an yeech face and shook her head at Theseus, "But she's uh.. rather choosy and probably doesn't want to be disturbed right now. Our second best room is with a gorgeous water maiden if you'd like that.. less expensive too." bright smile with teeth so shiny they belonged on a used car salesman.
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Theseus ducked his head to get the smallest glimpse of Lust's figure. He gave the receptionist a half amused smile, pulling out his wallet which was drenched in rain water. He shook it onto the counter and pulled out a plastic credit card. "I want the best room and the best girl. Did you misunderstand me?" He mimicked her smile with his own, clearly mocking her cheerfulness. "Make it snappy. I'm cold." He handed her the wet card, being sure to drip his sleeve all over her desk.
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The receptionist looked a little taken a back but just sighed in an 'alright...' way. She eyed the water and held on to his card, he'd get it back when he was leaving. She explained that there was no refunds but if... he found Lust... um... not satisfactory then they'd be happy to provide him with another girl. The blonde took Theseus to Lust's room and knocked on the door. No answer. The receptionist tried to smile and knocked again, "Lust..?" she cracked the door open to peek in. Lust sat by the large window with the miserable rain beating against it. She was filing her nails and didn't even look up just said, "You set one foot in my room and I'm going to throw you through the window. Not out. Through."
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Theseus got the eyeful while the receptionist bickered with what should be his bedside warmth. It was mouthy even. Pretty, but mouthy. He quirked his brow not saying a word, just shedding the coat off his shoulders and flapping the water off, handing it to the receptionist. He wasn't exactly going to go in the door with his tail between his legs. Lust or not.
"Lust is it?" That should be the ticket of the city. It wasn't every day you came across a woman like that.
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The receptionist took his heavy soppy coat and shut the door, getting the hell out of there. Lust looked over at Theseus, green eyes assessing him in seconds from head to foot... and then dismissing him. He was cute. But she wasn't in the mood for cute. "Get out, you're dripping on my floor." and she was back to filing her nails. She expected him to do as she said.
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Theseus broke into a hoarse and amused laugh, running his finger across an object seated against her dressing room table. "Haven't you heard, there's a storm outside. I asked for the best room and the best girl." He gave her a cross look, still amused with her than annoyed. "Something else on your mind?" he wasn't asking to be curious, he was asking as if she was insulting him by ignoring him. He'd paid his bill. He had every right to stay right where his feet were planted.
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Lust was getting more and more angry this asshole was still here. "I know. Walk outside and don't stop till you drown." she said with a vicious smile. She shrugged looking back at her perfectly manicured nails that were now a little sharper than usual. "Yes actually, I'm wondering why the immortal stain is still on my floor." She still ignored him, not even having given him a second look, she looked at her nails, "Let me explain how this works. You see me, you want me, but if I see you and don't want you... you don't have me. Again. Door. You. Move."
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Theseus crossed his arms, rooted where he stood. "I don't think you see how this works. I paid. Meaning I'm not leaving." He wrung out his shirt, pulling it from his pants and letting he water soak her floor. "I don't care if you don't want to fuck me, but that bed," he eyed it, "is mine tonight. So throw your temper tantrum on someone else who listens."
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Lust heard the splash of water and stood up in a huff, looking outraged that this jerk had the balls to ruin her floor. She looked repulsed, "Don't you dare set any smelly, dirty, body part of yours in my bed." she looked him over again. He was scruffy. And looked like he was homeless chic. She snarled, "When did you last have a bath? The Inquisition?" now she was insulted this guy had dared to show up for sex with her and was looking and smelling like a slob. Did he not know who she was? She didn't care if the apocalypse was looming outside, guys had to look handsome and clean when they came to her door.
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"Well, if you invited me in with more respect, maybe I could clean up a little." He gave her a suave smile. He wasn't at all deterred by her hateful tongue. "I came in with the storm. The least you could do is ask nicely."
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Was this guy for real? "First. No one invited you in here. And the only thing I've asked you to do is leave. Which you will do even if I have to break you apart and throw you out piece by piece. And I don't do nice for dirty...." she frowned, her hand turning in a circle, "What are you? An imp? Some leprechaun with a growth disorder?" he was starting to get under her skin..
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"According to the kind of place this is, then yes I'd say I have an open invitation." He snorted at her venomous strike, like a snake. He could take the strike. "Break me piece by piece? That sounds like a fight I can handle." He threw off the first layered shirt, leaving him in another, just as wet undershirt. "An imp?" another snort. "Theseus." Since this place was wide open to his kind and their true identities. "I'm no imp, miss. A king."
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"An open invitation to Ambrosia. Not my room." she bristled as he still kept undressing, her eyes narrowing at the mess he was leaving on her floor. It was her turn to snort, "A king?" she wasn't impressed but she was certainly amused at the 'miss'. "How pathetically mortal. But fitting." she gave an acidic smile, "The pathetic part that is."
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"Bathroom's over there?" he pointed, making himself comfortable and loosing his wet shoes. She wasn't going to get him out of the room with bristled words. "I've had a long trip. You don't mind, I'm sure." He was ignoring her threats because quite frankly they didn't mean shit to him. Let her claws come out, then the evening would earn some momentum.
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Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.. wasn't that how the phrase went? Well the first half of that was right. Hell hath no fury like a woman. Wrath was living proof of that and Lust had quite a bit of her sister in her. "Why don't you let me help you." she said with pure venom in her eyes, moving towards him, the air crackling with how angry she was right now. She didn't like being dismissed like she was some common woman that he could cajole. There was nothing common about her. And like any five year old... Lust loved to play with her food. She pressed a hand to his stomach, not touching skin, just his undershirt but she was so fired up it was enough to send a blast of warmth through him.
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It got her attention at least, not that he'd expected such a rush so quickly. "Oh, are we getting somewhere now?" He wasn't so familiar with the Christians and their...well their Sins. He knew his own versions which he supposed was all wrapped up in this delectable package. "No, need to get so bent out of shape." Her touch however shot his nerves through the roof. It was definitely turning interesting.
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Lust smiled like she was going to slice his stomach open and strangle him with his own intestines. She batted her lashes, "I can bend into all sorts of shapes." she moved her hand up his torso till the tips of her fingers touched bare skin and that contact was literally electric and if just her hand could do all this... well, she was pretty sure he was quickly learning why she was the highest paid at this establishment.
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That jolt hit him from the inside out. Every organ twisted around on electric fire, as if at any moment he could bust. He held his breath, trying to find words to speak, it was becoming increasingly difficult. "I see why they call you Lust." His breath hitched a bit with as much a smirk as he could muster.
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Lust lips curled into a smile that could only be described as evil. She was a Sin though afterall, it was who she was. And when dirty, big mouthed, arrogant, dickheads wanted to tussle with her, she took them to the mat. And beat them. Her fingers curled into his undershirt and literally ripped it off his body. She shoved him hard up against the wall.. careful to not go near her bed. The thought of his gross rain soaked body in her nice clean sheets was enough to make her shudder. "Don't you catch on quick."
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Theseus threw his had back against the wall with a strangled laugh. She was a tough one. "I take you're a tough one to crack. I do catch on a little." She was going to rip his insides out with the way they kept twisting inside of him. It was hard to tell if this was pleasure or pain, it rode a fine line.
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Lust smiled, her hand sending non-stop desire pumping through him, she liked to make it hurt sometimes. This was one of those times. "Tough, yes. But no one's cracked me. Ever." because she was the one that did the cracking. Her hand slid down and grabbed him by the belt of his pants, she didn't influence him anymore though, he'd had plenty. She was going to play with him using just what the mortals had. She was sure it'd be more than enough to bring him to his knees. Where he belonged.