Who: Poseidon and Amphitrite What: Hubby has a present, but stays out too late at the office. Wifie comes to investigate. When: Monday night, LATE January 20, 2011 Where: Poseidon's office (is it ALWAYS here? XD) Warnings: Language, a little pleasing/teasing here and there O_O
The office building was dark, very few lights on to have lead anyone to believe someone was still inside. Since returning to the city, even with the whirlwind of emotions running around between he and Amphitrite, Poseidon had spent more time at the office. While Amphitrite may have assumed he'd been kicking it up with the secretary (let's face it it wasn't the first time), he hadn't picked up his cell phone or the work phone since ten o'clock. It was now hitting close to midnight.
The papers were spread out on his desk, more like a mess than neat and orderly. Poseidon himself had face-planted to the desk, the overall combination of situations exhausting him. His suit was still intact, a bottle of scotch sitting on the edge of the desk, only a glass empty of the seemingly full container.
His secretary had left around nine thirty, leaving no more than a note on the computer screen that said 'Get some sleep, see you in the morning' with a little happy face drawn at the end. Poseidon was asleep, just not at home in his bed wrapped up in Amphitrite's arms.
Over the last week the old Amphitrite had begun to kick in more. While she was still on edge about being physical she was at least opening up. That was a huge step, but she was still uncertain when she would let Poseidon touch her again in the way he wanted. If she could ever do that again.
And over the past few hours she had woken and fallen back into an uneasy sleep. He hadn't come home yet. Night after night he had stayed longer at work and while he said he hadn't messed around with anyone else all this time she simply couldn't believe him. She had good enough reason not to, even if he always claimed to be honest about it. But this night she couldn't stand it anymore. Unable to sleep and with no one to keep her warm she dressed and headed to Poseidon's office.
Even on her walk there, as dangerous as that was at this time, she continued to try and call. The phones rang until she got a message, she would hang up, and she would dial again. Only when she was at the building did she stop calling. She could feel him there and every bit of that jealous wife emerged. She was ready to strangle him. Walking with a purpose she exited the elevator on his floor and pushed right on into his office. The secretary wasn't at her desk and that just meant she was probably making Poseidon very happy right now. She almost growled. "Pick up the damn phone when it rings," she demanded, wanting to disturb whatever was going on. It was only then that she saw he was alone.
There was no telling what was going on in his mind that had kept him in such a comatose state. It was only at those times that the bitter, ravenous man he could be actually lay quite calm. He didn't move or flinch as Amphitrite stormed in.
Arms out on the desk, head laying against one, it was obvious he'd been alone for the last few hours. The computer's screen saver wasn't even on as the machine had put itself to sleep.
His brows moved lightly, his mind definitely keeping him entranced. Thinking back to a simpler time, when he held higher power than this office job (no matter how much of a shark he was in the bigger picture). When Amphitrite had still been new, when he could get her attention as an easy a move as the water washing up along her body. When he had a tighter hold on her instead of the backwards way things were now. When he didn't realize then just how vulnerable he was to her. When she wanted him.
Amphitrite just stared for several moments. She was in awe that he was only asleep. In his office.
Alone.
That was a first. She could handle this on a regular basis.
"Asleep," she said in a quiet voice. "You're just asleep." Even though she knew he couldn't hear her she cursed at herself for being the way she was. She walked over to his desk, moving around it. She noted the mess on his desk and shook her head. "All work. Drowning yourself in it." She couldn't help wondering if it was because of her.
Sighing, she ran her hand through his hair. Even for her it was a missed sensation and she felt a chill. She leaned close to his ear, "Poseidon," she said in a low, soothing voice. "Wake up."
Those brows knitted again, a light flinch. That brush of air to his ear, that voice it was enough to roll his eyes under the lids. That sensation running against his head, finger, soft fingers.
He grunted feeling his head slip off his arm, eyes finally opening to adjust to the bright lights of the room. When he sat up he pinched his brow, the bridge of his nose between his fingers. It took a few moments to adjust, to see who it was that had called out to him. Somehow, he knew it was her.
His hand ran over his face, sniffing back any congestion from the cold draft that may have snuck in behind her. He looked at the clock noting what time it was and sat back in his seat. Sleepy eyes looked up at her.
Her fingers continued to run through his hair until he showed signs of waking up. Even if their bed was currently 'out of order' that didn't mean he needed to be sleeping in his office. She liked it when he was home. She liked having that extra warmth. Even if she couldn't share more than just that right now.
And then she remembered exactly why she had come. She had been worried. Not for him. Worried that he was messing around. It was something that didn't need to be said aloud. Chances were he knew.
But as she stared back at him she sighed heavily and leaned against his desk. "You're going to have a crick in your neck." It was a lame attempt at humor. "I wish you wouldn't stay this late."
"Spying on me?" he said turning his head to the side, hearing that crack or two from bones aligning. He stretched his arms behind his back, a few more creaks until he could sit in his chair a little more awake.
There was a bit of a shift in his voice, as the vision in his dreams was in front of him. He looked at her feet, eyes motioning all the way up. What he wouldn't give to have a scene like this play out that could be more than just those fingers in his hair. If only she'd be grabbing it, her breath in his ear elevated.
He pulled at his tie, taking his eyes towards the paperwork he'd all but had stuck to his face. "Had things to do, deadlines to finish." It wasn't a lie, but he was half making excuses to stay at the office some nights if to just keep his hands off her.
"No." For a moment, she stared at him. He was right, and they really needed honesty right now. "Yes," she said in a low, almost embarrassed voice.
If she weren't so scared and fragile that would have been the way to wake him up. It had come to mind, to be honest, but she was still holding herself back. She just wasn't ready for that intimacy.
She merely glanced at the paperwork and back to him, "I can see that. Come home." It wasn't a request. Every now and then Amphitrite could play the one in control and right now she just wanted her husband where he was supposed to be.
"Thought as much," he lightly growled just noticing the sticky note to his computer. He balled it up in his hand tossing it into the trash can just across from her. "I'm not always here to play between the secretary's legs." He gave her a motioned brow, though he was quite guilty of thinking about it.
He looked at her, not greatly interested in the fact she'd just demanded he do anything. His eyes stayed just under that lowered brow. "Let me guess," he slouched in his chair, "That wasn't a request." His voice was condescending. He started to shuffle papers back into a stack, making his desk shine through the mess.
Even though she had come here ready for a fight her mood had changed to soft and peaceful, and right back again. Now she was annoyed and crossed her arms over her chest to show it. "You weren't answering the phones, what else was I supposed to think?" Maybe he was hurt and needed your help but you're being too damn stubborn and paranoid to think about anything but your own hurt feelings. She hated herself right now.
"I don't think it's too much of a demand, considering. You should be asleep next to me right now, deadlines or not."
"That I just wasn't picking up the phone?" though he knew she had reason to doubt him. She always had reason to doubt him. It wasn't like years of running around could give her a clean slate the one time he'd actually kept his paws off other women. He knew he wouldn't until he'd had her again (if he could stand it), and maybe that's half of the reason she kept him at a distance physically. The longer she did, the more he suffered through this with her in one way or another.
That brow kept raised. "Demanding little witch right now aren't you?" he huffed, maybe even a snort of amusement.
When he'd picked up any lose work, files, pens, he shoved them into one of the desk drawers, eyes catching hold of that box that Hephaestus had given him Saturday.
He hadn't given her the ring yet. The drawer stayed open, his hand on it's handle contemplating if now was the time or not. His other hand tapped against the desk.
She didn't know how to answer that without being a complete bitch in return. Damn straight she had every right to be suspicious. If he did mess around behind her back, especially now she might never get over her intimacy issues. At that point he could just use other women for all she cared and she'd really let herself sink to the Underworld.
She huffed a little and stood up straight. "Have it your way. Gods forbid I should ever want something for myself."
Right now was a horrible time for this. Well, anytime was but that was beside the point. She turned and started for the door. Touchy, yes. She was very touchy these days. One minute she was somewhat happy, the next she was scared, the next she was paranoid. Now she was acting like her old self, but wanting to get away.
Poseidon rolled his eyes gritting his teeth. If she really wanted to hear it he could tell her she was whip-lashing him back and forth. One minute was changed to another mood before he could blink. He was very much the same, but everything with her right now was a shove in his face. Fate was laughing her fat ass off at him.
"Amphitrite," he called out, demanding in it's own sense, but softer than usual. "Come here."
The box now sat on his clean desk, Poseidon lounged back in his chair.
She could have ranted and raved had she been in her right mind. Okay, so her right mind wasn't as right as a normal mind but it was close enough! She was headed back home, where she would climb back into bed and just stare grudgingly out the window. Whether he came home or not she didn't care in that moment.
Until his voice called her. She stopped, jaw clenching as she suddenly hated this feeling of being controlled. He knew how much control he had over her and here he was abusing it as usual.
She turned and walked back to his desk, but this time she said nothing. Instead, she just stared at him and waited for him to start.
"Stop bitching for a moment," he could see her seething. He hadn't been married to her all this time and not know her moods, even when they did spring back and forth these days.
He tapped the little box with his finger, pushing it forward. "This is yours." He often gave her gifts, lavished her with jewelry, gowns, anything he thought she'd look good in or could want. This piece of jewelry was more important than just another gift.
His hand stayed on the box. He was about to let her have it, but he didn't want her standing on the other side of the desk. He pulled it back towards him, motioning with his other finger for her to come around.
"Sit first," he motioned with his brow. The only open seat right now was his lap, and he intended to let her get comfortable there. This was important.
Sighing, she tried to look as calm and relaxed as possible. Another gift to buy her affections. That was typical. Her eyes went to the little box, only moving back to his eyes when he said she needed to sit.
She hesitated, but this could take a very long time if she didn't cooperate. So she stepped over and like so many other times, she sat comfortably in his lap.
All she had left to do was put her arm around his shoulders.
But she didn't.
He noted her arm stayed at her side, comfortably sitting his own around her waist while the other hand set the box into her hands. Inside would be a new ring made out of jasper sea stones. Hephaestus had been creative in the process coming up with something that represented her.
"Hephaestus made this per my instruction," he said with one raise of his brow. This wasn't just some ordinary gift or the usual. His hand left hers waiting for her to open it. "I wanted it to be you." If she hadn't picked up on it now, he was still wearing his own wedding band.
If she set her arm on his shoulder it might mean she was giving in. Sitting in his lap was enough for now. He'd just have to live with his disappointments. She certainly did. She stared at the box for a moment. Something of Hephaestus' creation usually meant something finer than gold itself.
It was a rare moment to have a gift that was made by Hephaestus, so she opened the box slowly. Not too slowly, because she was actually suddenly very curious. When her eyes looked at the ring for the first time she simply stared. Immediately she knew the stones and after some shock subsided she took the ring from its holder. Examining it more closely she was in awe, but there was a smile there. "It's... beautiful." She knew where this ring was supposed to go but it felt strange that she should be the one to put it on. So holding out her hand with the ring resting safely in her palm she looked at him, "You should be the one to put it on." It only felt right that way.
Poseidon's eyes stayed on her, glued to her face like a predator, watching for any sign of change to her features. There it was. That smile.
The ring was different from the first, he wasn't going for similarity. Her last had been more of a shell design. He took the ring from her hand, holding it steady. Something about this felt new again.
He slipped it on her finger, the skin from the previous on still indented. He rubbed her hand over with his thumb. That hand looked better with that ring, it made her his again. He may have been branding her with it, but there was sincerity in it.
This roller coaster of emotions really was enough to give them whiplash. Sighing, she admired the ring a little longer just as she had with the other so many times. It felt a little different, if only because it was a different ring. But there was a connection to it that she felt immediately.
The only thing that could have made this moment better was if she were ready to be intimate again. It would have made this more romantic. And romance was a rare commodity when it came to Poseidon. She had learned to live without it, even if she would have liked to be swept off her feet now and again. This was one of those times.
But even with her discomfort for intimacy right now it didn't stop her from looking at him and without a word she kissed him. Words weren't necessary.
Poseidon hardly made her feel as important as she was to him. He sat her on that shelf just expecting her to always be there. This sitation had grown and festered over the years between them. She'd hang on and he pulled her strings tighter clipping any freedom she had wanted. He couldn't let her have that. That freedom, he was selfish over her. He wanted her to himself.
That kiss pushed that want even further. His hand slid against her face, falling into that kiss and probably pushing it a little too deep. The desire for her couldn't be helped.
There had always been a silent understanding that she would be that wife he displayed when he felt like it and would keep for himself. She could deal with that. If it meant she could have him all to herself. Which she obviously didn't and only made things tense and stressful a lot of the time.
For the moment she let him push it further. She didn't know where her stopping point would be right now, but this she could handle.
He paused only for a moment, watching her under half-lidded eyes before with light kisses. Both hands gripped her face letting his tongue slide into her mouth, head turning this way and that not able to contain his need for her.
A hand snaked down slinking to the middle of her back, pressing her against his chest while his mouth continued to taste her sweetness.
He'd missed her.
It was almost like her first time kissing him again. The kiss they had shared the week before was nothing compared to what this one was turning into. It was like she was learning all over again.
It wasn't too far at this point.
You've done this for centuries. Poseidon won't hurt you. You've done this for centuries. Poseidon won't hurt you.
She had to keep reminding herself even if she always knew.
Her name was just a ghosted whisper against her lips, that hand on her face threading in her hair to cradle the back of her head. She made his heart jump a few notches into his throat. He'd never hurt her then, he wasn't going to now. He just needed her. Almighty Zeus he needed her.
There wasn't anything innocent about this kiss, but it was gentle even in that eagerness. He wasn't going to ask permission or question how far she was willing, he knew she would slap him off if she wanted. He wanted to push further, see where she would let him go. He wouldn't break her like the others, she had to remember that. To look at him as Poseidon and not just a man.
That hand slid down her arm from cradling her head, breaking that kiss to brush back her hair and press his lips to her neck.
No matter how many times she told herself that he wouldn't hurt her the images still flooded her mind. She tried desperately to push them away but they kept cropping up. At first they were slow to come. Now they flashed so quickly through her mind it was too overwhelming to deal with.
She took it for as long as she could stand before she pulled herself away. She wanted him. More than she could ever say, but right now she just wasn't ready.
Her hands went to tug slightly at his collar, looking him in the eye as she whispered, "I'm sorry. I want to, but I'm... I'm just not ready. I keep seeing the images and they won't go away. I'm sorry."
Poseidon was not the kind of god to take no for an answer. If she'd been any other woman, this would have been an easy fix. He would have taken what he'd wanted, just as they had done with her. He wouldn't have thought twice or cared in the slightest how much he made someone bleed.
But this was Amphitrite.
With her everything had been different. He felt that anger well up inside, leaning his head in her hands while he felt his hand curl against the arm of the chair. He inhaled stiffly, that breath coming back out more shaky than it should. His brow flattened over his eyes when he looked at her trying his best to curb that frustration as he clenched his jaw.
He looked to the side, finally just tugging at that tie around his neck and throwing it across the room, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt so he could breathe.
And there it was. What she had been expecting. It wasn't as bad as she had expected, but she could practically feel how angry he was.
She swallowed, expecting more than just this silent rage. She almost wanted him to show some sign of it. At least she was closer. At least she was letting him touch her again.
She hesitated before saying in an almost embarrassed voice, "I could do something else..."
His office would have been a wreck again, but as he looked at her from a high held head he licked his lip and kept himself planted in that chair.
"What?" he insisted, his head tilting to the side as he felt that pound pulsating against his skull. It was like a hammer. Amphitrite had never told him no, not for that. She'd played her games, toyed with him and he'd have her pay for it later. This? This was entirely different and it kept sitting inside just how much she held him in her hands. He was fucking putty when she had him, and he hated it.
Maybe she couldn't do the insert part A into section B pat just yet, but by the gods she wanted to please him. At least what she had in mind hadn't been forced on her and maybe, just maybe she could do this one thing and satisfy him if only a little.
Swallowing, she slid off his lap and knelt in front of him. Her fingers were just a little shaky as she undid his belt and proceeded to do the same with his pants, but she pushed on. When she found what she was looking for she leaned closer and gave him a little lick. So far so good, so she took him into her mouth.
When she slid off his lap he hadn't expected her to go beyond undoing his belt. She'd just denied him, to think she'd be up for anything remotely sexual, something he'd have better luck with with his own hand, was in the very least surprising. He raised a surprised brow at her, anything he'd had left to say kind of lost in the action.
His breath was shaky again but not in a temperamental rage, no. Being abstinent wasn't exactly his strong suite, the fact that he'd only had his eyes on her was promising on her behalf. It meant that crazy obsession was there to stay at least for a little while.
His fingers dragged against the chair arms, head rolling back. Damn that woman, but hell did that feel good.
She felt she owed this to him even if it wasn't anything like what he wanted. This was at least some sign that yes, she still wanted him. But for now it had to be enough. At least this hadn't been forced on her and it wasn't ruined for her. These few minutes were what she could give him. Just a little taste of what he had waiting when she was fully ready to give herself again. Maybe it was too soon for her, but by the gods she missed him.
His fingers threaded in her hair that surprise turning into a few minutes of his mind going hazy. Lips parted ever so slightly his breath caught in his throat. Granted it wasn't what he wanted, but this would subside that gnawing need to be close to her. For a little while.
That dizziness was still there even after she'd raised back up, blue eyes a clearer blue than they'd been in weeks. It was enough to lull him into this calm state, drug him until he needed another fix. Maybe by that time Amphitrite would be closer to giving in.
Even if it hadn't been her being pleasured she somehow felt better after this. There was a calm between them now, even if it wouldn't last. She was as discreet as possible about cleaning herself up. She still knelt there, this time resting her arms on his legs, head supported by her hand. "That," she said in answer to his previous question. She looked matter-of-fact about it, but there was some amusement there.
He laughed, that deep throated laugh that more often than not sounded malevolent as he situated, zipped up and re-buckled his belt.
"Wasn't expecting that," he gave her a surprised brow, though he still could hardly think.
He pulled her back up into his lap where they were at eye level. His breath ghosted over her neck as he pulled her in arms fixed around her.
"Missed you," he admitted so low that it could have been nothing more than a pleased growl.