WHO Marcella and Aphrodite WHEN Wednesday morning WHERE Aphrodite's home WHAT looking for motherly comfort WARNINGS none
Marcie hadn't slept much. After getting home from the ball, she was so tired she let the nymphs undress her and put her to bed (and it was something she had the sneaking feeling she might get a little too attached to, having handmaidens to tend to her, even if they were borrowed.) But she'd been restless, her sore heart keeping her awake, and when she finally slept, she dreamed about Much, about him finding her on the bed at Malcolm's, and instead of rescuing her he fucked her, his mouth and hands warm and firm on her skin. She awoke breathless and sweaty and dissatisfied.
She waited until Ares left before she made a move. She hadn't wanted to deal with him at all, and believed the feeling mutual. Ares sounded like he was satisfied with how the ball had gone, though, because he heard a nymph squeal as he pinched her bottom, and his answering laugh as he headed out the door.
Dressing in soft angora lounge pants and a camisole, a duster pulled around her shoulders, she stepped softly up the stairs to Aphrodite's bedroom. As usual, there were a couple of nymphs hanging around in the bathroom as their mistress's call, but Marcie wanted to announce herself today. She knocked softly on the bedroom door.