"It's freeing," she said simply, before getting lost in Apollo's arms.
Terpsichore kissed him back enthusiastically, her tongue licking into his mouth and tasting as much of him as she could reach- she had almost forgotten him, and now she wanted him, all of him. He was pulling her closer, and she gladly obliged, moving closer until she felt the need to straddle him, sitting over his lap and already grinding her hips lighting against his. Her small hands fisted in his hair, one arm hooking under his to grip him as tight as she could.