WHO Freyr and Freyja WHEN Friday afternoon WHERE Freyja's hotel suite WHAT Relieving some tension WARNINGS you know. don't question it.
As soon as Freyr received Freyja's message, he began looking for a way to get out of work. He was sitting alone in his big, fancy office, tapping his pen rather furiously on the tabletop, when his secretary walked in, and he stood up rather in a hurry.
"You know what? It's Friday. Early knock off today, how about that?" He came around the desk and grabbed his coat off the stand, sliding it across his shoulders. "Take the rest of the afternoon off. There's nothing here that can't be done on Monday."
Throwing the bemused woman a wink and a finger gun, he strode out into the New York afternoon. The sun was actually out today, and the temperature was mild, not at all as unpleasant as it had been, so he left his coat undone as he headed towards the subway with a slight spring in his step. Spring made Freyr feel good- or it would, if he was around to feel it. The man wearing his face smirked to himself as he sat in the train, briefcase in one hand, cellphone in the other, playing a banal game to pass the time and not think too much about what he was heading towards.
Freyja. The most beautiful goddess he'd seen yet. Sensuality incarnate, just to look at her was to understand why every god in the pantheon had had a taste of her. Including her brother. Reaching her hotel room door, Freyr loosened his tie and knocked thrice, straightening his shoulders and checking his breath while he waited. He'd been preparing himself for this since the last time he'd seen her, and it was going to go off.