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Peitho (formortalhearts) wrote in forgotten_gods,
@ 2009-05-21 05:38:00

Entry tags:

goth, peitho

Who: Peitho and Goth
Where: Peitho's apartment
When: Wednesday afternoon
What: Sexy times!
Warnings: Sexy times. <---

Peitho wasn't having the most quiet and laid back of days. Already she'd had a threesome having sex in her apartment while she filmed it for the entertainment of her websites clients, an act which turned out delightful both to watch and on film, and now that she'd cleaned up the Goddess of Goth would be making an appearance very soon. After that she had invited Pan over for an old time orgy, but she wasn't sure yet whether he would show. She did hope so. It had been so long since she and Pan had had an orgy together. (For Peitho things like that were bonding experiences.)

She dressed herself now in little more than her underwear, throwing a sheer robe over it for effect and leaving on her heels. Her loft apartment was filling with the smokey scent from the incense she had lit and the coffee table that sat at the end of her bed was waiting with both champagne and the chocolates Goth had sent to her.

A knock on the door and Peitho made her way over to open it, greeting the bright haired goddess there with a sultry smile. "Hello, beautiful."

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night_creature
2009-05-20 01:25 pm UTC (link)

It was a downward spiral alright. Not like she cared, not then. If she was going through with is, she might as well enjoy it, and hell if she would not. It was Peitho, after all. No strings attached - right. She just had to repeat that enough times to convince herself it was true.

Under a leather jacket, the redheaded goddess wore a tight black top that left little to imagination, and the pinstripe skirt that did not reach the knees was little better, combined with 4-inch-heel boots.

The shade of Goth's hair, falling free around her shoulders, nearly matched the single red rose she was carrying, holding it gently so as not to prick herself in the all too present thorns.

When Peitho opened the door, the younger goddess's face opened up in a mischievous smile, giving the other woman a long once-over. "Hi, gorgeous," she said simply, holding the blossom out to the Greek.

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	formortalhearts 2009-05-20 01:45 pm UTC (link)
	Peitho took the rose with a slow smile and raised it to take in the scent. Then she stepped back from the door and gestured. "Come in, darling," she said to her. "I've champagne awaiting you, and those delicious truffles. A very fine choice." (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

night_creature
2009-05-20 02:11 pm UTC (link)

Goth stepped into the apartment. Inside her, she could feel her song changing, the sign of another immortal's presence as the music took in different notes. In Peitho's case, it became fuller, deeper, the notes more vibrant. Languorous, if song could be defined thus.

Breathing deeply brought in the scent of incense, and the goddess shrugged off her jacket, pale shoulders in deep contrast with both the leather of the discarded garment and her hair shade.

It would be almost insulting to wear too much clothing in Peitho's presence, after all.

"It shall not do to keep them waiting, then."

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