'cause you're hot then you're cold Characters: Angrboða/Riley (griefbringer) & Liam/Zeus (kapangyarihan) Date/Time: May 8, afternoon Location: Zeus'office Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Zeus's mindset is in no way condonable. Summary: Zeus would appreciate it if the refusal came before Riley's riling him up.
Nervous was not a word people usually associated with Riley. Hell, it wasn't a word she'd ever use to describe herself either, but today was different. After coming to the conclusion that the past two months fucking around with Jon had been the happiest times of her current life, she was feeling unbalanced. Her experience with the emotion known as love was not a good one, so to even think that what she was feeling towards the curly-haired Norseman could be that had knocked her off her comfortable little access and knocked her for a loop.
She had no idea what to do, but then opportunity presented itself in the form of the Dean of Law. They hooked up once, a little factoid that Riley had done her best to keep on the down low, so if anyone could be trusted to help her test what she may or may not be feeling for Jon it was Professor Hetzel. All it took was her saying she was considering changing her major to one more in line with what he taught, and her plan was set in motion.
Arriving at his office, dressed slightly nicer than she usually would in red v-neck t-shirt and black miniskirt, Riley told his secretary why she was there. Taking a seat while the older woman went to announce her arrival, she crossed her legs at the ankle -- see, she could be ladylike -- and waited. Hopefully, he'd be expecting her.
Usually, Zeus was not the type to mix work and play. But the day had been filled with painstakingly thorough consultations on casework, some meetings taking hours at a time. Compounded with the members of the administration who'd been flooding into his office, the day had seen numbers upon numbers of people, students and teachers alike, at Zeus's office.
So rewarding himself with a student who would likely blur in with the rest of those numbers? Acceptable, at this point. So Zeus let Mrs. Donnithorne usher Riley in. The sweet, unsuspecting old woman left quietly and quickly, probably taking cue from Zeus's tired-looking appearance. He did not look haggard or unsightly by any stretch, but with his shirtsleeves rolled up and hair mussed, no one could doubt that he'd been having a busy day.
Normally, Zeus would have taken care to look more prim and proper, but the rumpled look worked for some good ol' desk sex. Riley's athletic physique was showcased at its finest in the daringly red shirt and mini-skirt. Zeus rose to lock the door before approaching Riley, a hand casually drifting down to her hip. "This, I wasn't expecting."
Following the secretary, Riley took in Zeus' appearance. Making no attempt to hide the hint of mischief dancing in her eyes, she attempted to look like she was truly interested in getting his academic council despite that having absolutely nothing to do with why she was there. Well, unless he was hiding said academic council in his pants, then she absolutely wanted to get it. Possibly even twice.
Biting on her thumbnail, eyebrows raised as she waited for Mrs. Donnithorne to leave, Riley stayed standing where she was. The urge to comment on the tiredness on his face was there but she ignored it, aware that he probably wouldn't want to be told he should take a nap from someone who routinely walked around looking like she didn't bother brushing her hair. Today was an exception, she wanted to look as fuckable as possible without being naked.
Smirking, Riley relaxed at the sensation of his hand sliding down to her hip, a vaguely worrisome feeling that this wasn't a good idea starting to bloom. Pushing it aside forcefully, she rest one hand on Liam's bicep as she gave him an incredibly obvious once-over. "Gotta admit, I dressed up a little for you. Figured a busy man like you might appreciate it."
Well, he wasn't going to back away from such an obvious invitation. Liam bent down, capturing the younger woman's lips with his own. His vacant hand found itself at home in her hair. She had been a wonderful lay the first time, perhaps among the more forceful spectrum of his admittedly (proudly) lengthy list of lovers. But Zeus had never been too picky altogether.
The curious swipe of his tongue at her lips was accompanied by the venture of the hand on her hip to lower fare. There was, of course, the ever present bit of caution at the back of his mind, urging him to be quick and quiet. He backed away slightly, resting his forehead against hers. Looking into such pretty, young features... Maybe more quiet than quick.
There was a myriad of possibilities - one of the seats, the carpeted floor, the desks, even the windows, if she wanted the risk. "I'll have you know this busy man appreciates it greatly."
If he hadn't so expertly taken control of the situation and immediately went in for the kiss, the fact that Riley was hesitant might have been more apparent. However, as his fingers tangled in her hair and his other hand continued to drift downward, she closed her eyes and enjoyed the attentions. For all the dominance Angrboða displayed she found someone else calling the shots to be a turn-on.
Her body pressed tightly against his even as her thoughts started running rampant comparing his touch with Jon's. There was no contest -- Zeus knew his way around a woman's form in ways Jon could only imagine -- but as he broke off the kiss and gazed down at her a brief look of shock overtook her face as it occurred to her she actually preferred Jon's fumbling. The impulse to stop things in their tracks came again, but like before she refused to listen.
There was no way she could change her mind now, not when she assumed going through with it would curb all the stupid thought of confessing to Jon. "Yeah? Well I wouldn't do this for just anyone."
The brief look on her face was taken by Zeus in all his arrogance as validation of his prowess as a lover. Not that he needed the ego boost - he had enough of that on his own.
"I'll thank my lucky stars." Most of which he'd created himself, but the technicality was discarded easily enough in favor of the fascinating territory that was Riley's neck.
Her resolve in place more firmly than ever, Angrboða tilted her head to the side to give him better access to her neck. As far as distractions went she couldn't have picked a more-skilled one.
"Mmm, thank them for me too," she growled, wondering what it would take to get Jon to try this. At the reminder of the other man she paused noticeably, the reality of the situation setting in. "Fuck, I shouldn't be doing this."
"That's the point." He punctuated the sentence with a light nip at her neck. "Neither of us should be doing this."
Not that silly notions like that had ever stopped him. Zeus couldn't help wondering where her sudden reluctance had come from. She'd been eager enough the first time, and it wasn't like he'd ever out himself by outing her.
...alright, he had a really good point. And that little bite was hot. But still. "No, I mean there's someone else."
She hadn't meant to blurt that out, but she had. Angrboða didn't expect him to understand when she was the one who initiated this. Taking a reluctant -- very reluctant -- step back, she swore again.
Zeus was fairly tempted to point out that the issue of marriage had never been a problem for him. Why should some girl's fancy be any more binding? But she'd stepped back, and Zeus found himself cursing that, no, rape was a no-go in this existence. Or, at least, in this particular situation.
Very well. He'd find someone leggier and bustier later that night. "Didn't take you for the settling down type," he said, terse and annoyed. More about the lack of raping than her refusal. Zeus had always taken refusal of sexual favors with good humor. And by good humor, he meant turning into some sort of animal, getting into target woman's good graces or chasing her across whatever terrain, and then turning back into himself to do the really humorous stuff.
Angrboða would have countered that she'd not only never married, but her three kids were the products of her screwing a married man, but she didn't. Instead, mulling over his other words, Angrboða found herself getting annoyed. He was right, and that frustrated her.
Pacing in an effort to calm herself down, she glanced over at him. "I'm not, that's the fucking problem." And no, she didn't want to talk about it. Angrboða legitimately felt bad, wrong even, about what had nearly happened. Bad for starting and for stopping it. "Look, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have come here, but I just thought --" Nothing that he needed to know. "Whatever, I'll find some way to apologize. Sorry."
Zeus's lips fell into a flat line, eyebrows raised as he nodded. "Right." With suddenly clinical movements, he jerked her miniskirt in place before retreating to his desk. His fingers, with the ease of familiarity, found the button that went straight to Mrs. Donnithrone.
"All things considered, Ms. Casteling, I do think we're right to stick with your current major. Mrs. Donnithorne, if you would be so kind as to help the next student in." Releasing the button, he returned to Riley's with a suddenly gracious smile, opening the door for her with all the flair of a polite, gentlemanly professor.