Who: Poseidon and Daphne (because we loves them and they go squish) What: It's a birthday's of sorts, but when you're immortal who's counting? When: Modern times Where: Daphne's place/out? Warnings: TBD
When Eros had screwed up his targets, Daphne therefore had never had to run from any God but Poseidon. Now he had her. She wasn't a tree or any shrub because of another God's affections. She was his to adorn with jewels and promises of the husband he offered. Little trinkets were nothing when he skirted off with other women, left her behind, forgot her when he felt himself slipping.
She was still there. A testimony to a woman that dared to stand up to him against lovedrunk arrows and still be worthy enough for him to take properly. He'd had a Queen before, not a woman that he would ever remember. He left her behind and kept coming back to this little river nymph. The ring of such a creature could not be underrated, it had to be worthy of the wife of a Sea King. A black Tahitian Pearl.
It may have been his birthday, but for once the old sea dog was thinking of someone else and branding her after all this time.
At near 500.000$, she certainly hoped so. She'd set the all too fine decanter in her kitchen and hoped it would do.
She'd dressed nicely as well, in colors she knew he liked and showing just enough of the things he'd be looking at all night anyway.
So when she heard him arrive she opened her door with a grin and let him inside, kissing him before stepping back. "I have something for you."
Before he'd knocked the door was thrown open with a very pleasant sight. The wife of a god should always be dressed, only this time he hadn't asked it of her. He was suspicious.
An arm curled around her plump waist, lips lingered on hers at the warm invitation. "For me?" he asked with all the curiosity of a younger man, eyes thinning with that deep voice. He wasn't opposed to gifts, they were things gods thrived off, but Daphne had long since passed the offering stage. She was an equal now.
Smiling she returned the kiss and set her hands on his chest. "It's your birthday." She grinned, "come I went through a lot to get it. And you're terrible to shop for." She took his hands and led him into her kitchen, giving him a nervous glance. Chances were he wouldn't like it and ignore it.
It was a risk she took though and she pushed the crystal decanter forward. "Everyone tells me how this is the finest whiskey, and you seem to enjoy that. It's 64 years old. And if this is the best then it suits you. I didn't know what else to get you."
He picked up the decanter, glancing it over while his arm still hung around her waist. He held little expression, pulling the cap from its hold to take in that strong smell. His brow lifted, "Just sixty-four? That's not even a forth of my age," he chuckled, lips capturing hers with a adventurous tongue, a welcoming thank you to her gifts.
"I thought you'd ruined my surprise," he grinned against her lips.
The kiss showed her he did like it, so she was pleased. Then she smirked, "I do not have the money to find you something of your age, nor does anything like that exist anymore. It's good though."
She watched him for a moment, "what surprise? It's your day, I'm supposed to surprise you."
"Baby when you're as old as I am, you stop counting." He growled lightly, nipping her bottom lip and sitting her on the counter. "I look good for my age though, don't you think?" He teased. That grin grew wide, "find it," he whispered of his surprise.
She laughed but let him put her on the counter. "Well considering you just told me this whiskey is about a quarter of your age I imagine you don't." She tilted her head and studied him, as if deciding. She could get away with giving him some shit. "Of course you do, but you don't need me to stroke your ego." She smiled to the play on words, "big enough."
She raised an eyebrow and looked him over, setting her hands on his shoulders and trailing her fingers down his shirt with a teasing smile.
"Sure you do," he spoke in a haughty breath. "Can't be too big," he grinned sliding her hands to rest on his belt, letting them linger while he violated her neck with his mouth. Just in his left pocket was the ring that would soon determine her his to the rest of the world, befitting of any Queen to his modern throne.
She couldn't help but laugh and tilted her head up for his lips. "Figured you'd say that." She could tell what he wanted, but she was curious now what he'd brought with him. As it wasn't on his person she slipped her hands into his pockets, pulling out the cold metal she'd found.
Her breath caught when she saw what it was though. He'd asked, in his own strange way, and she'd never doubted he'd make good on his promis. But having this though, it was something different. "Oh." She studied the ring, unable to not smile. In his own way he was a terrible romantic. "For me?"
Maybe some of Eros' arrows had rubbed off that romantic side, as it wad often considered weakness, but even Poseidon could do anything for a woman he treasured. He'd not married her before this, but time and her own arrogance put her on this pedestal beside him now. He wouldn't get on his knees, wouldn't beg, and she wouldn't refuse him.
"My Queen," his breath just a light brush against her ear.
This was about as close to a declaration of love as she would ever get, and strangely it was okay. She didn't expect, nor want, big gestures. It was sweeter when it was rare like this.
She knew her eyes would show the tears though so she was glad he wasn't looking. Smiling she set the ring on her finger and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Always."
Poseidon always had a crude way of declaring his feelings, it was a wonder there was no dead body nearby. He'd feel those tears graze her cheek as he kissed her fervently, but for once he refrained from taunting such an effeminate action.
He pulled her close, wedging himself between her legs, hands sliding against her dress covered legs. Once he broke that kiss his finger smoothed against her cheek. There was no ocean to keep them at a distance with her freshwater needs. No mortal men to attempt to take what may have always been his even before Eros had waved his magic.
She smiled to the feel of his finger along her cheek and lowered her head, brushing the tears away. Truly it was because she was happy, and he could deal with that, and she had yet to change because he didn't like everything she did.
But she calmed down and looked up, taking his hand in her own. "It's beautiful. Thank you."
"Of course." It was show for Poseidon, he presented the best of what he had. He was competitive by nature, showing off was part of the bargain.
He nuzzled her ear with his nose. "Now you come home with me. No more oceans to keep you away. This kingdom you can rule," his breath but a deep and rasped whisper, "with me."
She smiled at him and released his hand. There was so little that the Greeks held on to, but that wasn't the point. He was giving her the world, in a sense, and every girl liked that. Smiling she kissed him. "of course." Getting out of her lease would be a bit of a headache, but nothing she couldn't manage.
She'd fuss over the ring in private. "We're supposed to be celebrating you know."
"I've got all night," that tone sinking a few decibles. His fingers combed against her thighs, eyes sinking into her large, beautiful pupils. They were as clear as her freshwater, crystal in color and inviting.
Laughing she shook her head, "you are incorrigible." Not that she minded, and she had dressed like this for him. She set her fingers on his chin, leaning in for a kiss.
Her kisses were tantalizing, sucking him in like a vacuum. More, he always needed more. His arms wrapped around her waist after tying her legs around him.
"What other way would I be?" He said against her lips.