Oops (tag: Deimos, Nemesis)
There was an arm. It was the first thought to truly permeate her consciousness as she began the slow, tumbling, hesitant process of leaning towards wakefulness. She wasn’t truly awake, nor was she asleep, but in a hazy state somewhere in between where everything was fuzzy, indistinct, soft and warm. Including the arm. It was wrapped around her waist, heavy but not oppressive, and it was very, very warm.
As was the rest of the body that was pressed against hers, she realized with a bit more cognizance. Growing more aware by the moment, Philotes recognized that she was lying against a naked person. The only way for her to know that was if she was naked herself, and able to feel that sensation of skin against skin. She stirred slightly, and the arm tightened, losing the feel of softness, becoming something firm and concrete to hold on to in her senses as she drew ever closer to waking. Her chest against one that was flat, hard. Her arm pinned between a bicep and a torso. Her inner thigh sliding silkily against an angular hip. Felt good.
Felt good, and smelled good. A deep inhalation drew a comforting scent into her lungs. Comforting scents, actually. More than one recognizable smell, coming from several sources. There was the soft scent of lavender, but that was not what had stood out to her as notable. What was most familiar were odors she had known all her life, smells that were so deeply ingrained they were nearly instinctual. The scents of her family. Two of them in particular. Deimos. Nemesis.
Dei was much closer, stronger, and a rush of memories came with the realization that he was near. Flickers of visual cues played out in her mind in a series of sensual flashes. On his couch, hands grasping, mouths meeting with the flavors of tequila and whiskey and heat. In his garage, bent over the hood of a beautiful car, fingers scrabbling for purchase to push back against him. In the back seat of another car, straddling his lap, panting, moaning, screaming.
Lottie’s eyes flew open, and she stared at the face bedside her on the pillow. The face that was well loved, utterly trusted. The face of the man she’d had a lot of very hot, very sweaty, very noisy, very, very good sex with last night. Deimos.
Crap.
That had not been in her plans. Like, ever. She loved Deimos. Loved him deeply. He was one of her dearest friends in addition to being the brother she went to most often. There was an ease of being in his presence, she never had to be anything less than what she was, never had to hide anything with him. Had she just screwed that all up? Would there be hesitation now? Or the need to change the way she reacted? When she wanted to hug him now, would there be second thoughts on her part? Assumptions on his? Crap, crap, crap.
Then again, it had been really good sex. And it wasn’t as though Philotes was incapable of having sex with a friend, then keeping them as a friend. Her relationship with Hedylogos was a very good example of that. Not to mention her best friend, Peitho. But Deimos was different. Her relationship with him was deeper. And she couldn’t quite shake the anxiety that she might have made a huge mistake. Despite the fact that having sex on his car was probably the hottest thing she’d ever done. Ever ever.
She sighed softly, again taking in the familiar scents. Deimos and Nemesis. Wait. Nemesis? Why was…?
Oh. That was right. After the garage, the cars, they’d decided they needed a bed. And the bed Lottie was currently using was in Nem’s place on Olympus. That was a lot better than the other place her mind had gone, wondering if it had turned into a threesome somewhere along the way. Friendship had no problem sleeping with a sister, and while she wasn’t really into Nem in that way, it was undeniable that Retribution was very sexy. It could have happened. And Lottie could have ruined two relationships at once. Except that she didn’t do multiples. She did a lot of other things, but sex to Philotes was a one on one sort of thing, and she would have felt awful to have rolled over and found Nem laying on the other side of her.
Thankfully, that wasn’t the reason she could smell her sister. It was just that they were in her temple. Lottie’s eyes slid past Dei’s face to focus on the wall behind him, and she frowned slightly. This was not how she remembered her room looking. Which would be because…
“Oh, shit.” This was not her room. This was Nem’s room. They were in Nem’s room, in Nem’s bed. Oh god, they’d had sex in Nem’s bed, and if her sister found that out, they were going to be in so much trouble.
Because this morning couldn’t possibly get any worse.