InsaneJournal

Tweak says, "I want to live, Clarence!"

Pygmalion (milk_and_ivory) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2012-08-11 21:35:00

Current mood:	awake
Entry tags:	galatea, pygmalion

Who: Pygmalion and Galatea
What: Master creator has his creation to fall at the feet of and worship. It's like having a live-in doll all over again!
When: Saturday night; August 10, 2012
Where: Galatea's apartment in SoHo.
Warnings: Sexy times

Pygmalion mapped out his route before trucking his way to Galatea's apartment. Every bus, taxi and the amount of time it would take him the moment he stepped foot from his door. He wouldn't show up a moment too soon or too late unless some unseen force decided to reroute his plans. He left room for era in regards to public transportation, but when things were completely off course it threw him into a tizzy. He had made one clear distinction of New York. Their subway system was a mess.

Galatea had poshed herself out in this side of the city. He was certain she'd managed quite well without him. She had an independent flare about her. He may have molded her body and every perfect feature of her face, but what remained was left up to the gods themselves. He worried what time may have done to her, if belief had deteriorated any of his work. Playwrights and poets delighted in molding them in their own mind, it had altered Pygmalion as well in appearance and mentality. It was the only way he'd not been able to seek her out so easily. Why the darling little Eurydice had been mistaken as his. When the skittish nymph pushed him away he knew for certain she had not been his Galatea.

He knocked on her door three times waiting with patience for her to appear so he could inspect every inch of her. He needed to familiarize himself with his work, because nothing until this point had ever been even a fraction of her perfection.

(Read comments) - (Post a new comment)

milk_and_ivory
2012-08-14 06:53 pm UTC (link)

Women had become something of filth again. He turned his head for no one (save his mistake with Eurydice). He'd been hit on before, there was some attractive features that some thought was adorable. They found the 'artsy-thing' attractive and tended to try and take him home. That was when they became turn-offs for Pygmalion. He did not succumb to a man's willful desires, kind of the same way that priests made oaths--Pygmalion had his own oath.

He had a lot of respect to Aphrodite for the gift, but Pygmalion still had some ego that he had done all the hard work. His head started to spin, which never happened. Words were lost and thoughts were still going a mile a minute---except the connections were scattered. It was what happened with passion, he'd forgotten just how crazy it could make him feel.

He kissed down her neck, placing one just where he could feel her heartbeat strike. To feel her pulse again under his touch was almost surreal.

(Reply to this) (Thread)

ivorymade
2012-08-14 07:00 pm UTC (link)

Maybe their reunion was something to remind themselves that there was still some purity in this world. As little as it was. But to them it would mean so much more than anyone could imagine.

Even if she wasn't a virgin, she still had the air of one. She was purer than any harlot. Only one man had ever touched her. There were probably very women in the entire world who could make that claim.

She smiled gently at his touch, enjoying the light tickles when his lips settled on her skin.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

milk_and_ivory
2012-08-14 07:12 pm UTC (link)

There was something magical in a heated moment like this, so it was confusing to him how some could just pass it like a business card. It was handed to anyone that seemed interesting enough, and lots of the time it made for more problems especially when you really didn't like the person beyond the one night stand. He had no sympathy for it. He'd known a girl in his class a few years ago who had to drop not because she was failing his class but because she spent all her nights partying and one night had ended up more than she bargained for. Out of all her teachers he'd been the harshest. He simply didn't care. It did nothing to tug at his heartstrings, because she'd put herself in that situation in the first place.

He could see where passions got the better of one's body, but there was no replacing this. Passion that meant something. He scaled back towards her mouth, rolling his tongue deeper within her mouth the heavier this became. He had to break for a moment, set himself up and fan himself with his shirt. He had to catch himself for a moment.

He was trying to speak but there were too many words scattered in his head. His cheeks were flushed as he ran a hand through his hair.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ivorymade
2012-08-14 07:25 pm UTC (link)

It was such a private, intimate moment that Galatea honestly couldn't understand why so many people thought so little of it. Her first time was nothing to brag about, but she dedicated her life to Pygmalion. She had made a vow to him and she would forever keep it.

She kissed him deeply, arms snaking around his neck. It had been so long since she felt him this way and she realized just how hungry she was for it.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

milk_and_ivory
2012-08-14 09:28 pm UTC (link)

She pulled him back to her after he'd been able to catch his breath. He slipped right back into sync with his kisses finding he couldn't get enough of it.

He brushed his hand down the dip of her dress, feeling her heartbeat against his hand. He wasn't feeling her up just in a hurried frenzy. He was appreciating every part of her. After this long he wasn't going to rip her clothes off, this was special. So when he slipped her out of her dress there was a golden light that surrounded her in his head. He had to take her in piece by piece like when he designed her. Each part of her was as delicate as the next.

His lips scanned slow, stopping just over her navel where his hand followed softly. He placed a sweet kiss against her stomach, then up the line of her chest.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

ivorymade
2012-08-15 05:48 pm UTC (link)

There was much to be said from the way they held each other in such great esteem. Whatever those old fools had said, Galatea loved this man. There was absolutely no denying it.

His wandering touch was something she had been used to from the beginning. It was as though the moment she became real she already knew his touch. As a statue she was just unmoving, unfeeling. But she had no memories before the kiss that brought her to life.

(Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

milk_and_ivory
2012-08-15 06:02 pm UTC (link)

When he closed his eyes he could see her as ivory, how he'd treated her. It took years to complete, because Pygmalion was very meticulous.

He washed over her at least once before taking off any of his clothes. Others would try to make him feel like he had given her no free will. She could have walked away from him, but it would have been disrespectful to the work he'd done.

He captured her mouth again, letting any fantasies he'd held before become reality. She only wanted him, that was the only thing that mattered. She would only say his name, only touch him with want, only love him unconditionally.

(Reply to this) (Parent)

(Read comments) -