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Who: Eros and Psyche
When: Monday night
Where: Their house
Warnings: Cuteness and sexuality

When Hedone had an opportunity to stay over at a friends house she was usually very eager to go. Especially at the suggestion of her mother, who had merely brought up the topic that afternoon when Hedone had returned from school. This had been before she spoke with Eros, it having been only an idea to begin with. But when Psyche mentioned Poseidon would murder Eros in his sleep it had all become a very good idea. She loved how even though their conversations that started out as her slightly berating or warning him usually ended up in sex talk or one of them luring the other into bed. (She suspected it had something to do with him being a love god.)

She still had the touch.

Not that she wanted Eros to be murdered. In fact, Poseidon would be in deep trouble with not only Aphrodite and Ares but Psyche as well. If anyone so much as harmed a hair on Eros' or Hedone's heads she was a short fuse. They were her world and meant everything to her. To threaten them meant to threaten her and by going through with said threats meant Psyche was pissed.

Thankfully it was only threats, threats which she took very seriously, but that would not be handled unless they were fulfilled. For now it was a time for Psyche and Eros to cuddle, love each other, or else to be absolutely kinky. And truth be told she was in a kinky mood, which might have been obvious by the outfit she wore which she had previously shown Eros.

Oh and look, she even had a fuzzy black pair of handcuffs waiting on the coffee table. Which was accompanied with all the other items they had mentioned before. Right now she leaned against the back of the couch, waiting for Eros to stroll through the door. In one hand she actually held a small whip, though whether she actually used it was still to be determined.

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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-05-02 09:25 pm (local) (link) Track This
Eros never missed an opportunity to spend alone with Psyche. He was as in love with her as the day he'd fallen prey to his own arrow. She was beautiful, smart, and every bit a match for reprimand as his own mother. She also let him bounce around to be the mischievous kid he was.

He plowed through the door with a bouquet of at least forty plus roses. They had to cost almost four hundred dollars for the flowers alone, but that was Eros. Over the top and chivalrous. Perhaps he'd become cheesier as the times changed now that mortals recognized him as a frivolous top to their holiday, but he didn't mind. He liked it, and often times got a kick out of all the sugary sweet romantic gestures.

Raising one amused brow he kicked in with a smile setting the flowers down on the table near the couch.

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[info]mind_freak
2011-05-03 11:34 am (local) (link) Track This
Over the years Psyche had certainly become more open. Where she might have been shy in their first meeting she was the complete opposite now. Except that she didn't flaunt their sex life because that was personal and Psyche believed in keeping such things to yourself.

A little grin had appeared when she saw him walk into the couch. Where she was already tall the shoes she wore probably made her seem Amazonian. If Poseidon really did end up coming after Eros and she lost her husband for however long, she wanted to make sure he went with a smile on his face and something to remember while he was in Hades. A little reminder of what was waiting for him.

But she didn't think of that right now!

She played with the whip, slowly running it between her fingers and watching him as he set down the roses and not yet saying anything.

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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-05-03 11:51 am (local) (link) Track This
While Eros wasn't nearly dressed as elaborately as his gorgeous wife, he still had his old-school charm.

He stood in front of her, hands taking hold of the whip's end and letting it slide between his fingers before sitting down eying her entire outfit.

"It looks as good as it does in the picture," he grinned mischievously.

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[info]mind_freak
2011-05-03 11:57 am (local) (link) Track This
That grin never ceased and she continued to watch him. He didn't have to be dressed up. He could waltz in in the nude and it wouldn't matter one way or another to her. When she dressed like this, or any other way, it was her way of spicing things up.

"Better, you mean," she said.

Now her grin faded to a little pout, "You need to apologize. Beg for forgiveness."

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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-05-03 12:10 pm (local) (link) Track This
"Hot," he said with the refrain from giggles that any teenage boy could hit when seeing a beautiful woman about to crawl in his lap.

"Does that mean I have to get on my knees?" he asked curiously with a wide grin. That pout, oh gods how he could fall for that pout of hers so easy.

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[info]mind_freak
2011-05-03 12:26 pm (local) (link) Track This
A brow rose sharply at that. "On you knees, and beg," she said firmly. She was really starting to get into this.

Sometimes she couldn't believe how much like a teenager he could act. Then again, she was dressed up similar to a dominatrix and making commands. It was probably a teen boys dream.

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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-05-03 12:46 pm (local) (link) Track This
He purred at that command doing as she said and setting down on his knees right in front of where her legs crossed. One hand traced up that leg from those adorable shoes.

He put on the fake voice acting scared, a pout of his own on those lips. "I'm sorry, don't hurt me too bad. I didn't mean to upset you my queen."

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[info]mind_freak
2011-05-03 01:08 pm (local) (link) Track This
When he went down on his knees there was a little smile on her lips. She actually tapped his hand with the whip, ever so gently. "No touching." Not yet anyhow.

But she had to admit, him calling her my queen made her grin.

Her head tilted a little to the side as she watched him. This was more fun than she'd ever dreamed. "Kiss my foot."

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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-05-03 01:14 pm (local) (link) Track This
She was getting into this little roleplay and it was just the beginning of the night.

He pulled his hand back from the light smack, holding it close to him, his pout growing. He rubbed it gently at her command.

"On the shoe or under?" he grinned already slipping those cute little heels off her dainty feet.

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[info]mind_freak
2011-05-03 03:38 pm (local) (link) Track This
If she ever actually smacked him it would only mean she was mad at him. This was all too much fun and Psyche nearly laughed as he took off her shoe.

"Isn't it obvious? Under." She had said foot, not shoe. She couldn't stop the little chuckle that escaped as the shoe slipped off, tickling her ever so slightly.

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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-05-04 12:07 am (local) (link) Track This
His fingers tickled under her foot, placing the shoe softly down on the floor while his lips spread ever so sweetly on the top of that dainty little foot.

He grinned looking up as his lips still caressed her feet. He even noticed the nail polish she'd used. Red.

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[info]mind_freak
2011-05-04 09:09 am (local) (link) Track This
Psyche bit her lip gently as she watched him. For a moment she almost went out of character but stopped herself from moving from that spot.

She moved that foot from him and crossed her legs so that the other was in front of him, "And now the other." Inside she was yelling YES COMFORT! Those things were killing feet!

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[info]tricky_arrow
2011-05-04 06:51 pm (local) (link) Track This
"Yes mam," he responded obediently being as gentle as before with the second shoe. It slipped off easily, which he sat down beside it's partner and kissed her foot.

His hand slid up her calf, massaging as he continued caressing her foot with his lips slowly moving up.