Melpomene lifted herself onto her toes to bite at his bottom lip while her hands sorted out the clasps that had thwarted him. She would've let him fuck her with the dress still on - there was something rough and dirty about it, and with Ares, Melpomene wanted rough and dirty - but they were such easy clasps, it seemed a waste not to open them. Her dress puddled at her feet - her boots were staying on, fuck it - and Melpomene got her hands under Ares's shirt, digging her fingernails hard into his back to pull him hard up against her.