Who: Daphne and Poseidon [Cameo by Ariel] When: Wednesday Where: Poseidon's Office What: Wedding plans Warnings: TBD
Ever since Poseidon had given her the ring she'd half walked on clouds. She'd always considered herself his, but this made it more...official. She knew he wouldn't change. He'd still take women when he would want and he had more bastards then she knew of, but she knew that at the end of the day he would come home to her. And she got to see what he kept hidden from others. It was a lot more then people gave him credit for.
Having heard Poseidon wasn't currently 'occupied' she smiled to the mermaid and made plans for lunch before walking into the office with a smile. "afternoon. I won't be here long." She kept herself apart from his dealings. Mostly because business bored her. She had her own things that kept her busy. "But I need you to narrow down which band you want, and there might be something you'll enjoy with tasting cake."
Poseidon hadn't given much thought towards wedding preparations, it wasn't his thing. Back in the old days, nymphs and other well to do gods were the ones that prepared for these gigs. They weren't nearly as elaborate as they used to be. This was Daphne's thing, and he would allow her to have what she pleased.
He'd been elbow deep in files when she'd showed, not quite with his pants down with another secretary as was certain would be the case later on. He wasn't celibate when it came to his women, but Daphne knew her importance in his world.
He looked up from his paperwork, eyes heavy but softened a little at seeing it wasn't just anyone intruding.
"Is that so?" He waved for Ariel to shut the door as his attention was now fully on his very attractive fiance.
She smiled to the mermaid and put the folder down, "even you can't complain about getting to eat free cake Poseidon. I'll bring samples here even. I know what I want it to look like, you just have to tell me if you like how it tastes." She was enjoying this. For a nymph who had debated eternal virginity, she actually enjoyed wedding preparations. She was even debating learning how to make a business over it.
"Five minutes, that's all. Then I'll be out of your hair." Smiling she pushed the folder to him, "just look at them. Please? I had your mermaid grab some samples so she'll play them. Then all you need to do is tell me which one of them you can tolerate." She set her fingers in her lap and bit her lip, "do I have to invite Zeus?" Nymphs tended to learn very early to avoid that god at any cost. She didn't think Zeus would pause his antics, even at her wedding.
He sat back in his chair, tapping the butt end of his pencil against the slick counter top of his desk. He eyed the folder then looked back to her big blue eyes. "You know this is all up to you." The chair squeaked as he shifted it back a little further.
She threw Zeus into the picture which made his lip curl upward. She knew her ways of getting his attention. He all but hissed under his breath, turning his neck to the side and rolling it back with a crack. "My brother would sooner sweep you on the back of a cow than give you congratulations." Whatever Poseidon had he was not letting Zeus piss all over it. The fucking bastard had everything else as it was. He wasn't about to let even a finger print taint her.
With one quick motion of his hand he instructed her over to his lap. If he was to sit here and wade through wedding mumbo jumbo then he'd have a pretty ass on his knee.
She rolled her eyes and rose, moving around the desk and taking a seat in his lap. "I'm aware of Zeus' tenancies. Nymphs learn to avoid him. I don't want to offend him either. You may get away with it but I'm still just a nymph. I'd rather not be animal or plant shaped for my wedding. But if you say he can't come he can't blame me." She gave him a grin, "and that will be avoided."
"And I know it's all up to me but I'd rather not hear you hated the music afterwards. Or didn't like the cake. Two decisions Poseidon. Be a big boy and make them." she glanced back at him, "they aren't even hard ones. I don't bother you with much else." Then she frowned, "I suppose I have to talk to Hera though, right? She is the goddess of marriage." she bit on her lip, "and be good. I'm not a God. I don't want to offed anyone. And in my defense last time that happened a ten year war broke out."
"Zeus will sooner be getting sucked off than attend any wedding of mine." His arm cradled around her waist, hand positioned on her thigh while he smelled her hair. He was much too busy necking her soft skin while she continued her rant on manning up for wedding decisions.
"She has no reason to hate you, baby. Unless she wants a war with me, then things get fun."
She sighed, "no they don't." She squirmed a bit away from him, "now pay attention, please. I just want this to be nice. I don't want you to completely hate this day." She worried he would. She had no doubt he'd show up and go through with it all, but she didn't want him to be bored with it all either.
"And I know what Zeus would rather be doing, but it's important to keep up appearances. I grew up with having to know to respect all of you Gods, or end us an an anecdote. They have odd ways of vengeance."
He pulled her hair away and behind her ear, those large fingers treading on those soft, delicate ears. "It's your day. It's what you women do. I won't hate it." To see her beaming for him, branded with his ring, it was enough for him. Finally he had something to himself that he could keep.
He grinned wide with those pearly whites visible, finger trailing down her neck. "You learned well, but now you belong to one," he whispered.
She turned so she could face him and set her hands on his collar, "I know that, but it's two decisions. Pretty please?" She pouted. "I don't bother you for much you know that. You'd make me very happy," it was the last tactic she had, besides bribing him with sex. But that was very last.
"Of course I belong to you, but willingly. I'm not an animal or plant or something." Smiling she kissed him, "makes all the difference."
His eyes shifted to her hands, traveling to that delicate pout. He'd been married once out of necessity. He'd never been married for the sake of his own heart. She was beyond tempting when she wanted something.
His lips kept her there a little longer, lingering on that taste. Interruptions like this were what kept him in pleasant moods. He laughed at her tease. "Most of my women don't stay pretty for long." Medusa, Scylla, there were many that had their pretty faces branded monsters because of him.
Continuing to suck and pull her bottom lip was more up his ally than these wedding plans, but her eyes pleaded. So, while he continued his own taunt he flipped open the folder.
She smiled into the kiss as he flipped the folder open and drew back, giving him a light nudge, "well you better mean I'm the exception with that." She knew what he'd done to those girls and while she didn't agree there was very little to be done about it. "Because if you don't say I'm pretty, I will not wear this cute thing I found shopping tonight." She smirked and turned to the folder. It honestly was between two things. She knew his tastes well enough by now.
"You've still got your pretty face don't you?" he perked his brow with a more serious face despite the teasing notion. "Besides, I'm not big on the bestiality." Though he had morphed into a horse to take his own sister, she too was a mare at the time. He wasn't into the complete kink like the rest of the clan. Except when it came to his oceans and the marine life on it's sea floor.
He curled a finger against her neck, still more focused on her than the contents in the folder. He skimmed over it, but her tease of possible skimpy clothes had his mind elsewhere.
"Thank goodness for that," She'd heard the wild tales of the Olympians and wouldn't have exactly enjoyed that. But she'd gotten her compliment, in a roundabout way, so she was happy. "Because some of us have limits."
She smiled to the touch but leaned out of it, "no. You look this over and if you're good I'll give you a reward. But not before." She was well aware that if she left without giving him what he wanted he'd go looking for it some place else, but she still had him now.
He growled when she pulled back, resting his chin on her shoulder. "You tease," he said with a soft bite to her shoulder. He flipped through a few pages. "Remind me again what I'm throwing an opinion for."
She sighed and gave him a look. "I'm not even teasing. You're just looking for excuses." She rolled her eyes, "bands. Music. Cake is next week. Listen to these people and tell me which one you prefer."
Fingering get the list he rolled his eyes. The inane traditions women went through. She'd find a way to spend all his money on cake alone. "Haven't you done this once before?" he asked scratching his chin with a laugh. "Oh, that's right, I left your old man at the alter." Back during medieval years he'd hardly let her have the luxury of being owned by another man.
He flipped a few more pages settling on a few choices reluctantly. She was the only woman to drag it out of him. "Now, do I get to cancel my afternoon appointments and let my secretary know I'm not to be disturbed for the next half hour?"
She gave him a sigh, "that doesn't count. Besides it wasn't proper for me to be alone then. You still found me. That was also convenience. This isn't." At least he'd settled on a choice. It was something.
"Half hour? Better not." She gave him a sly grin, "besides I already told her to leave about ten minutes ago." If she'd told him that though, she wouldn't have gotten anywhere, "but you did play nice with me." Smiling she tugged on his tie, "so I suppose you get a treat."
He pulled us tie from her grasp, leaning up to tangle his tongue with her mouth. "I don't earn anything," his hand strayed up her leg, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. "You belong to me," which as demeaning as it sounded, his tone suggested a far more endearing comment. She was a special nymph to get him to admit that.
He leaned back after pulling off his suit jacket, loosening his tie just at the neck. His hand then fingered the collar of her shirt, gliding down to rest over her chest where he could feel her heart beat. It was calm.
"Of course I do," it was as close to an 'I love you' as she was ever going to get and she was more then happy with it. She didn't need more. She knew him well enough by now.
Smiling she set her hands on his chest and her lips on his.
He grinned wide against her lips, pulling her tightly into his lap as his hands rode up her thighs.
"Now, what do you have for me?"
Smiling she let her fingers undo the buttons on his shirt, leaning close to set her lips on his neck. "I got you me, isn't that enough?" Smiling she set a kiss on his chin, "but if it isn't, what do you want?"
He slowly rose out of his chair, pulling her to her feet as he did and clearing off his desk in one swoop of his arm. "Plenty." He wanted her to play a little. Run, hide, play hard to get. It's what made this fun.
Smiling she stepped back from him, knowing he wanted to catch her. She couldn't get far though. Smiling she gave him a look, "or maybe I could go home. I have plenty of things I still have to do."
His tongue lined the top of his teeth with a animalistic grin. His brows were heavy against his eyes, but playful with each step she took from him.
His coat was dropped from his shoulders and swung against the chair followed by his tie, then the loosening of the buttons to that crisp, collared shirt.
"The only think you're doing is laying flat on this desk." He closed the laptop and set it aside, fingers tapping on the table top.
She chuckled then laughed, "what if I don't want to?" She gave him a teasing smile, circling around the desk so she was on the other side of it. He liked chasing as much as she liked being caught. "And you did say you had meetings to attend."