WHO: Nephthys and Set WHEN: Friday morning WHERE: Set's apartment WHAT: Nephthys is coming to talk about their brother... except not really. WARNINGS: Probably sexy times ;)
Nephthys yearned for her husband's touch. She had surrendered herself to him for the first time since the days of Egypt, and now Nephthys could think of little else. Her mind would drift, dragging her back to his bed, to the feeling of his hands across her bare skin. She felt her breathing change just thinking of his lips on her flesh. Knowing she was going to his apartment should have meant covering herself up, but instead she wore a dress the colour of the golden deserts of home, low cut and alluring. She hardly realised what she wore until she looked at herself in the mirror.
But she didn't want to appear desperate for him, afraid that if he understood exactly how helpless she was to resist him then he would use it against her. She needed to remain at a safer distance than she would like lest his desert fires completely destroyed her.
She hated the distance. She wanted to be immolated by him, and damn the consequences.
But the consequences were vast. When she let herself fall completely to Set's intoxicating power over her, people got hurt. Osiris had been killed and she had done nothing to stop it. Perhaps she would have done more if she hasn't be focused only on Set. She needed to appear distant. She needed the distance.
Nephthys didn't change out of the dress.
She knocked now on the door of Set's apartment and once she'd done it she felt the desire to run. The sensible part of her told her that the safest thing was to just leave, right now, but she didn't move. And instead of caution when the door opened, she immediately moved forward before he had time to say a word, kissing him passionately, letting herself be caught up, just for this moment, in everything that he was.