|Lust (bedroom_hymns) wrote in nevermore_logs,|
@ 2013-01-31 20:22:00
|Entry tags:||lust, theseus|
WHO: Theseus & Lust
WHEN: February 1st
WHERE: Theseus' hotel bar
WHAT: Oh what a tangled web we weave..
WARNING: There's a Sin involved
Lust was pouty and cranky, it'd been a few days since she'd seen Greed but even then he was being a bit off. But that wasn't too unlike him.. he was a weird boy at times and if his mind was on money or stuff, he tended to be a tiny bit distracted. Just a tiny bit. Lust would have a fit if his attention wasn't mostly on her while she was around.
She was antsy, restless, and frankly bored with Ambrosia. The same people came after her all the time and the problem became the more they were around Lust, the more they became addicted to her and the more she grew bored of them. She had to get another job. She went back to her favorite hotel to see what chaos she could cause.
She felt like... hmmm... a businessman? She hadn't had one of those in awhile. Of course male eyes were crawling all over her the second she set foot in the hotel but she looked repulsed at the cheap untailored suits they wore. Gross musk they marinated themselves in. Puh-lease as if any of these pathetic mortals rated time with her.
But her eye caught a nice suit... not drab colors, expensive... good good.. her eyes raked upwards, body wasn't bad but the face... she smiled a little as she got closer, now that was kinda nice-- she stopped short and jerked her head back as if she couldn't believe it. Oh gross... was it the greek? "Thermopolis?" She asked, not bothering to remember what the hell his name had been but unable to hide her surprise at... how... different he looked.
Poseidon had gotten a rope tighter around Theseus' neck in this charade he was playing. It was a stress bullet for the anti-hero. Theseus had grown into something more disliked as much as he was liked. Everyone focused on those stories that made him the jackass, but it was almost as if the young sailor was always looking for something. Searching to keep his interest levels going. He got his thirst for adventure from his daddy. But for years Theseus had played his own hand and done his own thing, now it was as if he was under lock and key with Poseidon's game. Theseus didn't do well with these high walls Poseidon was building around him. He was the new focus for the tempestuous water god. And as a result he wasn't too keen on pissing that god off, because son or not he stood in very high water. His days of treading through the shallow end were quickly ending.
He had no further progress with this quest. Zoe refused his calls and messages. To be honest he didn't really care, but if she caught herself in the crossfire it could get nasty. Poseidon had already started these check-ups as Theseus called them. He was being tailored by his father now. He may not be giving him an allowance anymore, but he was baiting Theseus to what he could have if he kept on his good side, often reminded that he was a favored son. If he disappointed him again his neck could be ripped out, and Theseus was fond of his head still on his shoulders. If he could find a way to skip out of this he already would have, but it wasn't as easy as it used to be. The world had grown incredibly small no matter how many countries he'd visited and passed through.
Swallowing down a little gin and tonic, he'd felt her walk in. It was kind of difficult to ignore all the heads that turned like a swivel stick as if on cue as she presented herself on a platter. Not a one of them would be able to touch it. He threw her a heavy smirk, amused at her obvious shock. "You know my name, now what is it?" he said in slow words as if to a child, motioning his hand for her to spit it out.
Lust shrugged with a defiant look. Maybe she did know it. Maybe she didn't. "Does it matter?" she tossed back. She eyed his glass and held her hand out for it. Gimme.
Theseus threw a fuzzy brow at her as if she'd gone crazy. He jerked the glass away from her, throwing up his finger with a waggle. "Ahh, ah, name fist, then drink." He was someone important here, he wasn't just some random bloke she could steamroll. He'd been steamrolled lately by his father, that was painful enough.
Lust put a hand on her hip and looked at him, "How is the world am I supposed to remember the name of every loser I kick out of bed?" she smiled, "Come on, be a good boy and give it to me so I don't have to take it from you."
He took another swallow, deliberately enticing her with it. Excess Sin right? They had something about getting what they wanted. They were alike in that way. He removed the glass from her line of vision again. "Oh you will? Fantastic." His grin was wide and dismissing. "Not just once sweetheart, three times, so I'd say I have a higher rank than the rest right?" He motioned his hand again. "Come on now, love. Say my name properly and I'll let you have a taste." He threw her a wink, making no bones about the double meaning hidden in that line.
Lust smirked, "Yes. Three times. And you still haven't managed to have actual sex with me any of those times, have you? That would rank you lower than the rest."
She growled at him, "Don't call me love." she hated that word. "Give it to me and maybe I'll let you have a taste." and she was not talking about the drink as she touched the tip of her finger to the bit of skin that was showing at his shirt's top button that was undone.
"That last time was all on you," he pulled at one of her black straps around the intense blue dress she had on. She had played him in spades the first two meetings, made him a fool, he wasn't going to let her do that a third time, so he had thwarted her by not giving her anything.
"I know you know how to purr that name off your lips," his eyes lowered slightly at her touch. It wasn't like a firecracker, but there was a heat of electricity that shot through his veins. He licked his lips, still holding on to his drink. He hadn't offered it up to her, but now his eyes were focused on nothing else. It was a whole lot better than the stab in the gut she'd given him that first time.
Lust took some small comfort at Theseus playing with her dress. It showed he was touching her in some indirect way. "I get what I want. Clearly, I don't want you."
She leaned in a little closer so her scent could slowly sink in. She didn't wear perfume, Lust's natural scent was like inhaling pheromones directly and smelled better than anything mere mortals could manufacture. "If I purred your name off my lips, provided I remember it, which I don't, I'm afraid you'd need to change your pants and this is such a fine suit... even if it's on you." her hand going inside the lapel to feel the material.
It was hard not to feel a little dizzy with that smacking him in the face, at least it wasn't as powerful a punch as Poseidon slapping him weeks ago. He chuckled at her charge, rolling his head back a little because her jabs were done with such calmness, her voice cool and powerful. He liked that in a woman, when she put herself above a man to show she wasn't just another fish in the ocean. There were millions really, but she was built of something a lot sturdier. It didn't mean he was going to let her make a fool of him again. It would get boring that way, and she knew that too.
He eyed her fingers as they peddled against his jacket. "Just couldn't resist a touch," he spoke in a deeper voice, lowered for only her ears. "There must be something that has your interest perked or you'd be buying yourself your own drink. Why mine?" That's when he took another swallow (the last), licking his lips at it's strong taste.
Lust was multi-faceted, with her parent (Satan), she was a bratty teenager that threw fits and stomped her feet when punished. With her siblings, she could be cruel, vicious, and fight like a cat, and with people she wanted to play with, like Theseus, she could be cool and calm. She liked that side of herself. It was.. dignified. Sort of.
She looked appalled, "Darling, look at me, why would I ever need to buy a drink myself?" she didn't even understand the concept of that. She'd never had to buy a drink, men just.. always sent one to her. "And yours because that was the drink I wanted." she looked irritated when he swallowed the last bit of the drink, "And now you've lost my interest." she stepped back from him as if all he had to offer was the drink and now with it gone, she would be leaving too.
"There's some here, sweetheart. Right here," he pointed at his lips. When she turned to leave he waved his hand to the bartender for another one. He pointed towards it. "Do you want this one?" He raised a brow, challenging her. She was loosing her interest quickly, and to be honest he needed the adrenaline pump. Seeing Poseidon when he was a little weak at the knees was not going to go well at all.
Lust smirked just a little. He wanted her of course. She looked at him and grabbed his bottom lip, pinched between the side of her fore finger and thumb. She slowly grazed the side of her finger along his bottom lip and then let go. There was a sheen of his drink and saliva on the side of her finger and she raised her hand, fingers splayed out to her mouth. Her green eyes stayed on him as her open mouth touched where the wetness was and her tongue flicked over it.
She looked unimpressed by what she tasted and snatched up the offered drink and dipped her head to the side and watched him like he might take it from her, "I need this one to wash out the taste of..." she made a disgusted face and pretended to search for the right word. She leaned in a little towards him, her nose at his neck as she raised her chin and said, "...failure."
His eyes were not the only ones on her at the display. It was seductive, sensual, and despite his tough front it set off something inside. That fire she'd lit was flickering. It would be giving in though if he let her shake him up, and he wouldn't be doing her any favors by turning to putty.
He stood then, his height a little more impressive with the clean look. He chuckled. "That's a harsh description." He looked at his watch. His father was an even tougher guest that he didn't plan to leave waiting too long. He hadn't seen him show yet, but putting the attention elsewhere was sure to turn her mood sour. It would either turn her head or intrigue her. Women like her, just like men of the same mentality did not like when attention was drawn away.
Lust looked smug, "The truth hurts." and she gave a little shrug by lifting one shoulder and letting it drop. When he checked his watch however, she bristled. "Somewhere you have to be?" she asked casually but her voice was frosty. Did he know how lucky he was to have had her attention on him for this long? She was not some paltry distraction till whatever he was oh so obviously waiting for happened.
"I'm sorry, was that rude?" He snorted, quick to notice the bite in her tongue. She was complete perfection on the outside, from every curve to those nails on her hand, but even she could not contend with his father. His head would be severed and on the floor for a round of football.
He took what was left of the drink she had, slapped it down and gave her a bow as he buttoned the jacket of his three piece suit. He would check another area of the hotel, perhaps his father was there.
His mistake though was to turn his back on Lust.
"Yes. It was." she said with a slight pout. And what the FUCK was this now? Her eyes widened a little as he did his goodbye dance and was turning his back on her and leaving. Was he insane? No one did that to Lust.
Such a jackass. In fact, Lust tugged up the sides of her dress till one leg was more free and she gave Theseus a powerful kick right in his ass, hard enough to knock him over and leave a red print of her shoe on his behind. The entire hotel had stopped what they were doing to see the display, mouths open, some snickering and lots of whispers.
That was a hit to his pride. The kick had surprised him, but he was used to being roughed about. He rolled over with a grunt. That wasn't the reaction he'd been going for, nor the one he'd expected.
She had made her point loud and clear. "Done showing off?" He pushed himself up to his feet again, not impressed just a wounded ego.
There were a couple of guffaws when Theseus stood back up and Lust had a triumphant smirk on her lips and her hands on her hips. It bothered her that Theseus had rejected her, that was twice now. She didn't handle rejection well. "Showing off? If I wanted to show off, I could have you on your knees sniffing at me like the dog you are. I'm sure these people would love to see that." if he thought a kick to the ass hurt his pride, it would be nothing compared to him actually getting on his knees after her especially after her treatment of him.
"Like men as your puppets?" he laughed but then his face turned sour. He didn't like the humiliation, his father was already making him a puppet on his own strings. Theseus would not be a puppet on someone else's.
He straightened himself up, readjusted his jacket. "I'm no pup to beg at your feet." His eyes were dark. He wouldn't throw back a hit to her pretty little face, but he had thought about. "If you want someone to beg, find one of these other brainless bastards." He flopped his hand around the room.
Lust was really mad but she kept her cool. If you knew her, you knew that was the worst sort of anger to get from her. Red hot rage would destroy you and then be over, but when she was calm with anger bubbling underneath, she would take you on a ride that was a slow burn and you didn't know you were dying until it was too late.
"Now why would I want any other brainless bastard to beg at my feet when I have you?" she ran the tip of her finger up along his throat, her touch searing the skin with nothing but pure hot passion that was dissolve into his bloodstream. The tip of her finger rested under his chin and with just that finger, she moved him closer, leaning in herself till her lips were just a breath away from his. If he had any of his own desire for her it would be difficult to resist. She wasn't kissing him but her lips were right there for the taking and he knew that it was the door to paradise. But it certainly wouldn't make him look good after how she humiliated him.
He held his composure as long as he could, lowering his lashes when she laid down her fiery touch. He smirked holding down control of his own senses. "Is that what you want? Me to give in to you?" His voice was stiff, trying to not succumb so easy. "What's the fun in that?" He mocked her because he was holding onto his anger at the cage his father was building around him. This siren however wasn't going to turn him into a personal pet.
Her lips were close and he could just give in, it would be easy, it would end this---but he held on to his will power. And Theseus liked women, but this was something more than just a woman. If he was scared of anything it was losing his head, but not at her feet.
His lips didn't touch hers, but his breath washed over them.
Lust made an 'eh' face and shrugged when he asked if she wanted him to give in to her. She just wanted to see how long he could hold out. She liked her men to have stamina. Most that she did invite into her bed were already hopped up on her when they left or they got burned out. It was annoying. She had needs.
Lust pursed her lips together and looked like she had a headache. Her vixen persona evaporated before his eyes as she dropped her finger and said in an annoyed voice, "What is that?" and got right in his face looking in his eyes as if maybe the answer was there.
She stepped back just a tiny bit and put a hand to her head, "My sister is in you and not in the way I like.." Wrath was pumping through him more than she was and she was a bit jealous but it was just making her huffy that her Sin wasn't prevalent in him.
She seemed almost disappointed that he hadn't touched her. It took a lot to resign the temptation. "What's the matter, love? I thought you didn't like talking?" She had said as much before. Now she was curious? He wasn't going to dive in with a family portrait. "Let's just say there's someone with a rope for my neck that I'm more inclined to keep in a good mood than you right now." But Poseidon still hadn't showed and it was too early to show relief.
He leaned in, motioning his finger as he spoke against her ear. "For the record, I'd rather be here, but you pulled the wrong string." He wasn't so easily put out.
"Oh please, as if you could carry a conversation." she was still frowning. It was the most gorgeous frown in the world but was still a frown. She rolled her eyes, "Someone wants to kill you? How shocking."
She smirked, it was dangerous not to keep her in a good mood. Especially when she wanted to play. It soothed her a little to know he wanted to be there with her but again he was annoying her. She slapped her hand on his chest and shoved him away, "For the record, you're not going to keep anyone in a good mood with Wrath swimming around in you." she swirled her finger at his chest, "And it's not even in the fun way." he looked like a harmless dog really. Mangy mutt. "What's got you all riled up in all the wrong ways?" she was curious. She wanted her toy and whatever was bugging him was getting in her way.
"Yes, I know its such a casual concept, but I rather like my head on my shoulders." He brushed her hand as he peeled her fingers off his chest. He really wasn't in the mood to get into details. "Personal family business. Boring stuff." He threw her a forced smile. "Really not your kind of topic." He rubbed his chin, leaning his head to the side for his father, but his entrance would have been more notable by now.
"My father." He actually threw some bitterness in those words only because Theseus wanted to flee this entire quest. But he had no boat, and he had already thrown himself into the mud.
Lust let her head flop to the side, "Ugh, family.." she said the word like she had such issues with it. she looked annoyed when he tried to peel off her hand and the fingers contracted like claws, bunching up into the material of his jacket. Pry that off assface.
"You're right, I'm bored already. My parents are actual devils darling and my 'mommy' killed me earlier this month. So get to the point. Fast." she wasn't seeing the problem, he was immortal and would pop back up like a weed. What was he whining about?
"I'm not a pet, dollface. I've been doing my own thing for years to suddenly be encapsulated by my father's orders. I don't feel like following orders." He winced a little at her grip with a snarl. Poseidon wasn't the Greek god to shake up. "Now I'm in charge of his bidings to keep on his good side because Poseidon isn't the god I feel like shaking up. And if it gets him off my back in the long run I'll take it." It still didn't feel too hot, and despite their opposing pantheons, there was something in his words she could relate to.
Lust looked like a kid that you told to stop it so did it more. Her hold was firm, if he didn't like it, then good.
"Poseidon? The fish god? You're his kid?" she laughed like it was a joke. She never feared the Greeks, most of them were overbearing bags of hot wind. She whined, "So bored!!" she said loudly to him. None of this was getting her what she wanted. She looked considering, "What do you have to do?" she was getting antsy. What was he in charge of? Accounts? People?
Theseus threw an unintimidated look, his brows flat over his blue eyes. "Why of course, its where I got my good looks." When her grip didn't let up he just shoved an arm around her waist to press her down against him. He threw his own bored impression. Every eye in that room had been on them since her outburst. It was a wonder the hotel security hadn't escorted them both out, but they all looked too scared to make a move. Theseus was the only one who had stood up to her. But a gorgeous woman in heels was never a sight to mess with when she was deprived of what she wanted.
"An item that belongs to him that I pawned off a long time ago and forgot about."
"Oh? Is your father ugly too?" she was surprised but smiled a little when he shoved her against him. Good. She was a prize, he should want to devour her. She didn't care they were being stared at, she was used to it. And it wasn't her first outburst.. wouldn't be her last either but who could stay mad at a face like that?
She looked at him like he was so lame, "Pfft, an item? You need something stolen?" she rolled her eyes to side and looked so unimpressed as if Theseus was just so pathetic. Really? This much drama over an item? "Why don't you just take it?" she asked as if it was the most simple and obvious solution, "You know, be more man than fish."
"Because maybe I like making him squirm." He grinned through tight lips, his cocked his head to the side letting his hand slip down her back.
True, he could just take the item, but unlike Poseidon he wasn't just going to forcefully rip it off. "It's on someone. So I've got to get close first." His voice dropped a few levels to a low rumble, letting her feel that roll against his chest if she was going to grab on.
He could tell at least she was in a hot mood herself. "And you? Something bugging you to come fishing back I'm this hotel? Or maybe you just missed me." His confidence was back up now that Poseidon hadn't appeared. Probably for the better or Theseus' blood would have coated the room.
Lust laughed, "I have a feeling Daddy dearest would be the one making you squirm." she wiggled her fingers against where she held his jacket.
It was almost obscene with how close they were in public, full view of everyone. She liked that he was making an effort. It wasn't fun otherwise. His words about missing him and something bugging her put fire back in her eyes and her hand tightened, nails could be felt through the fabric, "Let's stick to your problems." she growled at him. But just as suddenly she looked off to the side as an idea hit her. She smiled sweetly at Theseus, "You say you need something stolen.. but you suck at it. I could... maybe call in a favor with my brother. He's a master thief. No harm, all charm. Would take care of your problem like that." she snapped her fingers of her free hand and then set it on the side of his neck to let him feel her Sin more closely.
His heart pumped a little faster at her touch, warming his skin from the inside out with her. She liked lighting fuses. At their close proximity it was easy for her to feel the heat under his clothes, the results of her handiwork.
"Why would you want to help me?" Thus far he'd used no help, not even from those who offered it. "You're brother a masked caper or something?"
Lust stroked the side of his neck very lightly, knowing full well the effect she was having on him, "I have my reasons. This is a once in a lifetime offer, once I leave, it goes with me. He's the Sin of Greed... it's sort of his thing to get stuff." she looked at him expectantly.
"Leaving so soon?" Her offer was a tempting one considering the burn she had on him. He'd been offered help before by his fellow siblings but he'd not taken it for the fact Poseidon insisted he do this on his own. To redeem himself if his failures. What would letting her kind help do? If Poseidon found out he could lash out even worse.
"That rope on my neck is pretty thick." Her touch seared him now. His knees actually felt like they could buckle but he held his composure.
She smiled, she had him where she wanted him, so why ruin it by staying. "Maybe." she hadn't decided yet. But that is why they always say leave them wanting more.
She looked at him as if he still didn't get it, "Darling... we're Sins." as if that meant this was a piece of cake. Seriously,she didn't understand why he didn't get it.
She had him in a hard place. "And he will destroy you if he finds out what game I'm playing now." He was contemplating it for sure, especially when his body was on fire for her. Men always fell for the desire of a woman, and this wasn't just any woman as he'd calculated before.
Lust giggled and pinched his cheek, "Aww fish face, do you caaaare about me?" she laughed again and wiggled his cheek in her pinched hold, "Aren't you adorable."
Theseus' airy laugh was chopped up by her taunting. He grabbed her wrist. "Will you desist," he growled. There was bite in his tone, desire as well. It was difficult to just ignore her vicious prods.
"You do this, what do you get out of it?" Surely she had a plan.
Lust seemed to enjoy when he got irritated, because at least it was at her. That she liked. When he grabbed her wrist, she just bent her hand sharply to slap him on the cheek with a shark like grin.
Those eyes were on fire as she looked viciously delighted, "You aren't the only one with family problems. What I get out of it is for me. Now, yes or no."
Theseus' eyes rolled in irritation. His grip tightened on her wrist bit nothing which would cause infinate bruising. He wasn't docile, but he wasn't going to break a woman physically.
He growled at her again that tempests fire burning too bright. She could damn near blind him. "Alright," he growled through his tight grin. "One condition," he let go of her wrist. "You call me by my name. I'll even say please." His eyes honed in on her lips, jerking her even tighter against him so she could feel that fire she had brought out. "We have a deal?" If there was one thing Theseus would be proud of it was his name. It had carried him through the centuries. No dame would cast it aside.
Lust looked like the cat that had gutted and eaten the canary. She kept her eyes on him, mouthing a silent 'oh' as he pressed her even tighter against him. She could feel how much he wanted her. Good. As it should be. She puckered her lips at him, talking as if he was a baby, "Of course fish face." she then furrowed her brow, smirking a little as she looked confused, "Only... who were you again?"
The images running through his head were so much more vivid than they had been earlier. She had teased him before and left him empty-handed. He knew where this would go. He had to refrain from even a taste of her because he knew this would make his want that much harder to get past. She could drug him all she wanted, he just needed to be able to walk away with a clear head.
"Theseus," he said tightly. He was a hero, she wasn't going to keep his name from him in turn for silly pet names.
Lust was enjoying Theseus' agitation immensely. To know she could twist someone up like that gave her as much of a high as sex. Well, maybe not as much but it was still delicious. "Is that so...?" she asked in a seductive whisper as if that was fascinating information. She leaned in closer, her lips again so close, this time they brushed over his but it wasn't a kiss. He could get her to say his name or he could use her lips for an entirely different purpose.
Theseus tilted his head with a daring grin. He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "I don't know, love....you'll burn me." She hated pet names he would thwart her just the same irritation. It was hard to know which he wanted more---her or his own name.
He closed his eyes against the feel of her lips, her breath a seductive vapor, its soft brush like a million fingers with fire on their tips. He shuttered against the caress, his lips parted ever so slightly, but still hesitant in the invite.
Lust did hate pet names, the worst of which was 'love'. But she kept her cool knowing she had the upperhand here, her lips teased him again as she spoke and softly whined in her throat that combined with a moan, "But wouldn't it be worth it...." it wasn't even a question, he knew it was.
The entire party within that room was glued. It was hard not to eye the woman who was like a beacon for the swarm of men, but there was only one she had her attention on. The pheromones were strong and potent.
At the brush of her lips he let his tongue venture for that taste. Anymore than that and she would milk him of everything he was certain, but he couldn't keep resisting---he'd burn himself just as hard. Before she could put any distance between them, while her breath was still hot on his lips, he grabbed her bottom lip with his teeth. With a soft jerk he let them crash into hers, every man in that rooms fantasy to be the one sliding their tongue through her lips.
Lust didn't respond at first, let his tongue have what little morsel of pleasure he wanted to try to grab like a mouse and scurry away with. But that was the thing with people, they could never have enough and now her brother was swirling along with her Sin in Theseus. Greed. She raised her brows just a little when he smashed his mouth to hers and she gave him a full kiss, not even one like he had before when they kissed. This kiss wasn't just a distraction, this was only one jewel out of a castle full of riches that Lust could unlock for you.
But Lust liked to leave when the person still wanted her and was at full tilt. She roughly shoved him away from her with the grip on his coat. Literally just shaking him off her an inch or two. She smiled wickedly, "Now wasn't that nice.. send me the details on what you need done. Oh, and make sure to have something shiny for my brother when he gets you your whatever otherwise he's liable to keep it for himself."