Ares/Kane and Eris/Brenna: Ice Cream Fun Who: Ares/Kane and Eris/Brenna What: Ice cream and fun Where: Ice Cream Parlor When: Saturday Rating R Status: Complete
Kane had called her, only to get her voicemail- which sucked. He'd had a horrid dream the day before, or one that -should- have been horrid to anyone else, was completely enjoyable to him. Full of violence and fighting, swords cutting through flesh, spears tearing through light armor, blood spilling. He actually woke up with a hard on. This meant Kane was in a bit of an odd state as he walked into the ice cream parlor. His job had ended and he'd collected his payment earlier that day so he was free to enjoy the rest of his time in Athens, however long that might be. Dressed in a pair of dark jeans and a cotton button up he glanced around the place to see if she'd beaten him.
"Looking for someone?" the brogue-filled voice came from behind him as Brenna entered, punctual as ever. Or, she liked to appear. In reality, she'd arrived early but waited just out of sight for fear of seeming desperate. How his call went to voice mail, the Irish woman wasn't sure, but the fact of the matter remained: he had called and she certainly wasn't about to pass up ice cream... or anything else. Especially not after her encounter with Nox.
A flowy skirt, blood red at the hips faded into midnight black at her ankles where a slim, golden chain hung about one. Flat, leather sandals she'd purchased from 'The Poet' kept her eye level with her date and the black cami hugged her torso like a second skin. From her ears, golden discs hung and the chestnut colored curls were braided then pinned to the back of her head in a long, snaking coil. "Hello, Kane," Brenna smiled, resisting the urge to haul him back to her hotel room.
"Brenna." He said, leaning in as if to kiss her cheek, he passed it and instead nibbled her earlobe for a moment. Kane was in a good mood, so things like 'boundaries' kinda disappeared. Stepping back again he looked her over, god she was gorgeous. "So, what's your flavor?" He asked softly.
A shiver of pleasure ran down her spine then settled into a pool of chaotic heat in her stomach when she felt his teeth graze her ear. If he continued to do such things, the children who swarmed the shop were going to get a rather adult education. God, had they really only met once before? Casting quick glance over the selection, noting a few flavors she was most certainly not comfortable with trying, Brenna made her choice. "Mint chocolate. In a cone, if you don't mind."
He nodded and when the man behind the counter asked him for his order he placed it, ordering a vanilla chocolate swirl for himself- in a cup. Kane passed her, her order once it was made and paid. He then escorted her to a seat where they could sit, talk, eat, play footsie. "I'm pleased you came." He told her as he raised a spoonful of desert from it's dish.
"I'm pleased you invited me," she returned with an impish smirk. After tilting her own cone towards him in a 'cheers' fashion, Brenna's tongue made a slow trek around the top of the scoop; her eyes never flicking from his face. Whoever said ice cream cones couldn't be enjoyed by adults was very, very wrong. Or incredibly naive.
He tucked the spoon between his lips and pulled off the creamy cocoa-vanilla flavors. "I told you I would." Kane told her. Of course that didn't mean too much, Kane had said many things he didn't mean. This time was different, he -wanted- to keep his word.
Gaze stuck on his mouth, her own plan backfired as all sorts of improper, naughty, and downright erotic thoughts filled her mind. It was going to be a battle of their own; one fought with words and innuendo instead of swords. Ever since that afternoon in Nox' studio, Brenna craved power; craved possessing it and using it and here, with Kane, she knew she would lose it all to him but very much enjoy the surrender after a war well played. "So, you did," Brenna answered between kittenish laps of tongue at her own treat. "But you also said your business would only take two or three nights. It's considerably past that."
"An extra day, how ever did you last?" He teased her after swallowing another bite. Kane leaned an elbow against the table and grinned over at Brenna. The way she licked that cone made him want to take her now, screw the fact that there were kids around.
"Not the point," Brenna counted, mirroring his position and stabbing a finger at him. The fact that she nearly hadn't lasted was irrelevant. "You said two or three and it was neither. But, since you paid for the ice cream, I'll forgive you. This time." Her smirk spread and she casually brushed her foot along the inside of his calf.
Kane chuckled, glancing down at the table when he felt her calf as if trying to see it through the table. "It's not the only thing I bought though." He told her with a bit of a grin. Kane was always very generous with his lady friends, it guaranteed certain things and showed them how special they all were to him.
Fleeting confusion melted into genuine excitement and curiosity. "You have something else for me, then?" she asked, running her foot a bit higher in gratitude. "Are you going to tell me or is it a surprise for later? Flavored rubbers, perhaps?" came the tease with an added extra-long, tortuously lick of her ice cream for emphasis.
Admittedly that was a bit of a shock for Kane and he choked a little on his ice cream. "Um... no." He replied, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a slim golden chain with a small golden apple on the end. "This, is what I got you." He held it out to her.
Her smirk returned, full of haughty smugness when he choked but she quickly slipped back into surprise when her eyes caught the light glinting of the necklace. Kallisti. For the fairest. Brenna blinked once and slowly reached for it. "For me? Jewelry on the first date. And I thought I was bold." She turned sincere once more and her dark head bowed slightly in gratitude. "Thank you. It's lovely. Would you mind...?" The necklace was offered back to him, hoping he would do the honors of putting it in place.
He got up from his chair and moved around behind her, taking a hold of the necklace. "Of course." It was a little amusing, normally jewelry was a quick way to get a woman into bed, but he had a distinct impression that he didn't need anything so extravagant for her- just being there seemed to be working just fine. "There you are." He said as he snapped the clasp closed. "It fits you." Kane's hand brushed over her neck and shoulder, drifting there for a long moment. He didn't know why he'd bought the apple, it seemed a little strange.
A deep, sensual purr sounded when his fingers ghosted over her skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. No one inspired the feelings he did. No one could. A close bond, one forged before birth, become only stronger each time they came together whether it be in battle or in bed. "A girl could get used to such gifts," Brenna warned and lifted her hand to cover his, keeping it in place. Keeping him close. "You're really too kind." She smiled again and after another small lick of her ice cream, offered him a taste.
He came down to her level, crouching behind her chair. A hand slipped around the chair and over her belly as he leaned in to take a taste of her cone. "Mmmm... delicious." Kane hummed as he drew back and softly kissed her arm. They were going to have to get out of there very soon.
The touch to her neck only caused tingles; his hand against the flat plane of her stomach had thunder crashing in her ears and stars flashing behind her eyes. Brenna gasped and turned just enough to nip at his ear as he passed her. "You have no idea," she said on a small pant of breath. If only she'd gotten his call; they could be well into tasting each other instead of flirting over dessert.
"How about we take this to go..." He whispered in her ear, his fingers running down and across her inner thigh. He moved fast, this wasn't new to him. Of course the feelings inside that he wanted her, that she would complete him- those were new.
"Reading my mind?" Brenna chuckled back as she squeezed her thighs shut, effectively trapping his hand between them. Sex had always been about her own pleasure, her own power to make men or women tremble and lust after her. But with Kane... the dark woman wanted to please him. To focus on his needs and wants and desires.
The skirmish had been insignificant, really; just two violent cities between which tension had finally mounted and with a little help from her, finally boiled over. But the battle, oh the battle had been glorious! The bloodshed. The complete destruction of both peoples who left nothing behind but the smoldering ashes of their homes and the stench of burnt flesh. She'd done it for him, to please her beloved, and in return, amidst the ruin and smoke, he filled her with his gratitude, with thrust after savage thrust, and finally with his seed... his son.
Baring her teeth, Brenna moaned and cupped the back of his head to draw him closer. Her words were for his ears only as she growled, "I need you. I need you to hurt me. I need you to fuck me so badly, my love, and in return anything you desire will be yours." Green eyes fluttered open, flashing a brilliant and violent emerald as the last of her control slipped and the darkness she'd been repressing began to emerge once more.
He slowly rose, his hand sliding off her as he stepped around to face the dark haired woman. "Then shall we?" Kane held his hand out for hers. "My hotel isn't too far from here." He offered as if offering to take her away to someplace far better than the place she was.
Taking his hand, Brenna rose; her eyes still filled with hunger - and not for the ice cream she continued to hold though it was all but forgotten. She wanted him and him alone to flavor her tongue. "It better not be," the Irish woman chuckled, her voice heady and deep.
Anywhere at anytime, she was his. She didn't need the fancy silks of his bed; didn't require romance or even gentleness. Just him. He was always enough.
A sharp breath and Brenna clung to Kane tighter. "Do you feel it now?" she hissed, hoping he would be truthful this time.
He leaned into her ear and spoke low. "Every inch of me." Kane's fingers intertwined with hers as he held her hand. Slowly he stepped back and pulled her slowly out of the door. He did feel the connection, stronger than it had been and much more intense than before.
She squeezed his hand and giving her ice cream cone a final lick, tossed it in the first rubbish bin they passed. Being close to him, touching him, had electricity shooting up her arms, filling her with delightfully tortuous tension. "What do you think it means?" Brenna asked as the fingers of her now free hand hooked onto a belt-loop of his pants.
Kane shook his head. "I can't even hazard a guess." He told her, pulling her close so they could walk with his arm around her. "But I'm not going to let it pass without seeing how much better it can get." This wasn't the first time they'd walked arm in arm, he didn't know how he knew that… but it felt that way.
His strength was something she always envied; the raw, unchecked power that radiated from him and made armies tremble. "I would certainly hope not," Brenna answered, her imagination sparking with the possibilities. If simple touches produced the reactions they did, a night wrapped in him promised to be extreme. She fiddled with her new golden trinket and began to conjure ways she could repay his generosity. "We'd be foolish if we did and I highly doubt either of us are fools."
"I don't know." He said with a shrug. "They said that love and lust can make you a fool. Even a man who has no foolish bone." Kane turned them down a corner and into one of the hotels on that block. It was nice without being too nice. It was a place someone who saved up for a trip to Athens would go to, so it had a lot of tourists. But it was a pricey enough that it didn't afford tourists with a lot of loud kids, or young adults they were all older and more likely to be there to enjoy the country, not the party life and thus more likely to leave him alone.
Love or lust. The question was: which were they currently caught in? Lust, certainly, but Brenna knew it went far deeper than that, far past what physical expressions were to come. At least for her. She had no way of telling whether or not Kane was being honest but the connection they shared left her unable to believe the possibility was lying.
Glancing around the hotel, Brenna nodded her approval of the place. It was definitely better than hers. "Fancy," she snickered, turning her head towards his as she scraped her nails along his wrist. The fact that she'd yet to feel his mouth on hers made her ache and throb with anticipation. "Can't wait to see what your room looks like."
"Nothing special, trust me. But it has everything we'll need." He said as he led her to the stairs. He was only on the second floor and didn't like taking elevators so she'd have to just go with it. Kane smiled at her as his hand ran down her front when he pulled the door open. "You know, a bed."
"How... traditional of you," Brenna chuckled as they walked. Just drawing closer to the room, she could swear she felt his hands savagely tearing the pins from her hair to let loose the chocolate curls, his hips griding against hers. "That's almost disappointing."
They approached the door and he pushed her up against it, finally taking her lips into his. One hand reached into his pocket and pulled out the keycard as the other braced himself against the door. It took him an extra moment as he blindingly found the slot and shoved it in- the key. A small beep later and he was able to push the door handle down and open the door. As it unlatched he pulled away from the kiss. "I do have rope."
Brenna's world exploded when his mouth finally crushed against hers; rough, primal and more familiar then she could ever guess. She knew the taste of him, the feel of his tongue as it wrestled with hers. Both hands moved to fist his hair, holding him close while she drowned in the union; her lungs filling with him instead of air until the door swung open, nearly causing her to topple when he pulled back. "Well, now. You should have said that to begin with," the brunette panted then leaned forward to nip at his bottom lip once more. Kane was sinfully delicious and every fiber of her being ached for another taste.
Kane laughed a little pulling her in for another quick kiss before he ducked down and caught her by her midsection to hoist her over his shoulder. He didn't look like a strong man, but he was fit enough to lift her. "Mine now." He told her as he entered the room, mindful of her head in relation to the door, door frame, and furniture was. "And I'm never giving you back." He teased as he walked to the king-sized bed and dumped her on it.
Laughing, she swatted at the door, shutting it as he scooped her up so as not to disturb the neighbors too much with their antics then released a little shriek when she was promptly dropped. Away from the fire, away from the smoke and death, he carried her. Off the battlefield, much to her chagrin. Of course, she wouldn't have left if he hadn't taken such matters to forcefully remove her from the fighting.
"I've always been yours," Brenna chuckled before her smiled faded to confusion. Where had that come from? But instead of dwelling on it, the brunette kicked off her sandals and held a hand out to him. "Rather big bed to have all by myself. Could get lonely without you joining me." She shifted once, baring the length of one long leg.
He leaned in, not taking her hand in his as they supported his new position over her by bracing on the matress her hand found it's way to his lips instead. He slowly kissed her palm and down to her wrist, elbow, shoulder, neck- where he stayed for a while. He reached over his head to brush her hair from her beautiful skin as he tenderly nipped at her flesh in a sequence, each time getting a little harder and judging her reaction to it.
Each bite brought another moan, louder than the last. Her neck craned and she reached up to start pulling at the pins that held her braid in it's coil. Her other hand raked through his hair, fisting it tightly when the pleasure became to great. "Fuck, Kane," she whimpered, arching her chest toward his mouth in hopes of direction the delicious torture there as well. "You're going to make me look like a leper," Brenna joked. Not that she minded. Oh no, not at all. His marks covering her, declaring her as his, just as he said made her belly shimmer with heat. More helpless noises came with each nip and she returned the favor by twisting the short, dark locks on the back of his head around her fingers.
He leaned back, kneeling with his legs alternating hers on the bed. Kane's hand ran down her chest and her stomach until he reached the hem of her shirt. "What do you say?" He asked, his fingers running between her shirt and the line of her skirt. "What do you want?" His head raised slightly, eyes looking down upon her.
There was no hesitation in her answer. No second guessing. "You." Brenna's eyes never left his as she pulled the band from her hair then shook loose the dark curls which framed her face like an unholy-halo. "I want you. I want you to touch me. To taste me. To hurt me. To fuck me. To make me howl your name. And I want to do everyone of those things to you in return." She cupped his cheek before leaning in for another all-encompassing kiss, violent and hungry, possessive and demanding that left her panting with lungs burning when it finally broke.
"I want to worship you," Brenna added, taking him by the wrist to add his strong fingers up, under the thin fabric of her cami until they brushed over the sensitive tip of her breast, making her hiss. Her attention shifted when she brought both hands to stroke over his stomach, down to the fastenings of his pants; the need to focus on him, on his pleasure was impossible to ignore. "I need you."
And she would have him. Kane would give her as much as she could take, and then some. Passion was not in the room tonight, it was something more, something primal, like two warriors battling against the air that kept them separate from each other. Intertwined in a maddening sexual tussle of the greater prize, their bodies would become one and in the end their hearts would beat together, perfectly timed.