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findyourwayout ([info]findyourwayout) wrote in [info]nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-05-07 21:00:00

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Entry tags:ariadne, freyr

WHO: Ariadne and Freyr
WHEN: Saturday afternoon
WHERE: The Museum of Modern Art
WHAT: You don’t remember me?
WARNINGS: TBD



Ariadne hadn’t been back to her flat since her meeting with Asterion, preferring to spend her time between work and Dionysus, Dionysus and study. She was fond of her flatmates, but they didn’t understand the goddess in her. What she’d told Tuck a couple of weeks ago was true; she’d been a little reluctant to step fully back into the words of the gods to start with, but now?

Now she was having a hard time remembering why she was reluctant. She’d spoken to her brother. She had a dancing date with Erato and Terpsichore and a bookish date with Clio and maybe she’d flirt a little more with the Friar later, so she was in such a good mood and wanted it to continue. Heading back to her flat to pretend to be someone else wasn’t just didn’t feel right, at least for now. She felt like she was shining, she didn't want to hide it.

On Saturday morning she woke well before Dionysus and pulled herself out of the tangle of sheets (and vines) to do a couple of hours reading before he woke up. When she’d joined him back in the bedroom later, all the curtains were open and the sun was pouring in over the bed and his body while he lazily swiped through Grindr. She leaned against his shoulder and gave her opinion on a few of the penises, then logged back in to tend her own Tindergarden before it withered away. She hadn’t opened it since she found him again, but hey, why not? It was hard to remember any inhibitions at all, lying next to Dion while his ankle distractedly stroked her leg.

She browsed through, replying to a few messages before one came in from a golden haired chiseled jaw that had caught her eye yesterday, and she couldn’t held the wide smile spreading across her face. Freyr! It had been an age since their commune broke up and they decided (a decision encouraged strongly by the feds) that it might be better to go their separate ways. Those had been good times, learning to fight from Freyja, getting her hands deep into the rich, fertile earth with Freyr, all of them surrounded by pleasures.

They’d had a good flirt yesterday and she’d found herself utterly delighted by the fact that he didn’t recognise her. It had been since the mid seventies, and most of her photos on Tinder looked like they’d been taken, y’know, two decades into the twenty first century, so she didn’t blame him. But she had to meet up with him again, face to face. She had to see the look on his handsome mug when he realised who she was.

When he suggested an art show she agreed profusely, pulled herself out of bed to find something to wear and said goodbye to Dionysus (‘suck a dick, baby!’) before heading out the door. She was practically skipping. Husband, brother, old friends, old lovers… she’d loved Baltimore, but New York was feeling very quickly like home.



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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-13 12:38 am UTC (link)
Ariadne played with his hand as she worked her way backwards through his questions, stroking his wide palm with her thumb. "My housemates are mortals, Jojo whose cousin I went to uni with in Baltimore, his girlfriend Pania, and her friend Luke. They're good sorts, I've lived with them a few months now. My Masters is in psychology, I'm writing my thesis on survivors guilt, balancing that with doing some clinical hours. And I've recently reunited with Dionysus aaahand it occurs to me now I should have mentioned him before inviting you back?" She laughed up at him, her fingertips stroking his wrist. "We have a very open relationship, but just so you know, he's around."

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-13 12:03 pm UTC (link)
"Dionysus! Now, that's a name..." Freyr wasn't worried about sharing, of course; that would be massively hypocritical of him, and he would never judge on that subject. "Well, if you remember me at all, you'll know that doesn't bother me. But thank you for the heads up." He watched her fingers stroking over his skin with great interest, feeling a little shiver up his spine. "It sounds like you are keeping busy."

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-13 12:19 pm UTC (link)
"Oh yes," Ariadne agreed, noticing the way he focused on her fingers, and circled her fingertips sensuously over the delicate skin over his veins. "Always busy, although if you remember me at all you'll know how I always liked having something interesting do," she leaned over, placing a kiss on his jaw right below his ear, and murmured into it: "We're the next stop. Push my button?"

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-13 12:34 pm UTC (link)
Freyr pressed his body up against hers, crowding her towards the wall, and his hand ran up the inside of her thigh to give the warmth between her legs the lightest of touches, before lifting his hand to press the bell button behind her. "You only have to ask," he murmured in reply, with a sensual glint in his eye.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-13 12:44 pm UTC (link)
Ariadne found herself suddenly breathless, in the most delicious way, and as he pulled his hand away she sank her teeth down into her bottom lip, meeting that look in his eye with her own. "You're just as giving as I remember, too," she said, feeling her heart beating in her chest and between her legs, and closed the very small gap between them, because what was the point in resisting kissing him now?

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-13 01:00 pm UTC (link)
If this were not on a bus, he might gather her up in his lap and lift up her dress so he could run his hands up her lovely legs to clasp her delicious arse in both hands, dragging her in close- but they were on a bus, and people were pointedly not looking at them, and a grandmother with a child had firmly averted both of their eyes out of the window.

He smiled against her lips and kissed her back, until the bus slowed and pulled over, and someone cleared their throat; and he got up, taking her hand to keep her with him as they got off.

The bus. Got off the bus.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-13 01:12 pm UTC (link)
Ariadne called a thanks to the driver as she followed Freyr out, straightening her skirt a little and feeling a little bad for the grandmother... but it wasn't like she could have seen where Freyr's hand had almost been.

Still, the bus and the rest of the passengers were pulling quickly away, and none of them were going to see where Ariadne's hands were going to go. She giggled, and pulled him quickly along behind her. The flat was only a few doors down from the bus stop, but it was up three flights of stairs with no elevator, so by the time she was unlocking the front door she was a little out of breath - could she blame the stairs? "You look so good a little flushed," she said, turning the key in the lock with one hand and reaching out to touch his face with her other.

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-13 01:38 pm UTC (link)
"As do you," Freyr replied, chasing her with kisses as the door opened and they stepped through. "I seem to remember you look good wearing a little less, too. Do you have that wine?" He didn't look around the flat too much, just gave a glance, far more focused on its tenant.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-13 01:56 pm UTC (link)
"Mmhmm," she reassured him; yes, there was wine, yes, she looked better with less clothes and yes, and she could multitask and communicate this and kiss him at the same time. Moving across the flat and kissing him at the same time was a little more challenging - it was small, and there were a lot of things to bump in to.

It was empty, though, she was pleasantly surprised to find. Ariadne gave him another kiss and stepped back so she could pull of her shoes and make her way through to the kitchen.

The kitchen was narrow small enough that the bench space and sink took up the same amount of area, that Jojo’s bike hung above the square, two-person table pressed into the corner. There was a washing machine in the other corner and the lid was where the toaster lived (the toaster that sported a few dents from being left on top of the washing machine through its violent spin cycles.) Pots, and a couple of pot plants in homemade macramé hangers dangled from the ceiling around the bike, giving it a crowded but homey feel, and that vibe spilled round to the rest of the flat. Crowded but homey, three people new at being adults (and one goddess pretending) cramming their lives into a space they could afford.

Compared to a lot of the places around New York, this place was pretty damn good. Compared to what most of the gods were used to, though – hah!

They had both red and white wine glasses, though. They weren’t animals. Ariadne stretched up onto her toes and pulled two glasses down from the cupboard, shifting aside a couple of cans of coconut milk to reach them, and grabbed a bottle of merlot. “What do you say to making the most of the sun?” she asked, leading him through the living room and pulling open the sliding door to the balcony. The view was the back of an office block - pretty much deserted late on a Saturday afternoon, and the balcony was big enough for a couch, and only a couch – the back pressed up against the sliding door when it was closed, there was no room on either side, and just enough space for feet, though if anyone really wanted to stretch out they could stick their feet out through the bars. Or lie down, it was long enough for that. The bars themselves were tangled with fairy lights, and the couch was wide and squishy and comfortable, even if the only way onto the couch was to climb over the back of it.

Ariadne climbed over the back of it and sat in one corner with her bare leg stretched out, beckoning Freyr to join her and take a seat between her legs.

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-14 11:57 am UTC (link)
It was quaint, so very mortal and lived in in a way that a lot of the homes of the gods were not. These people were trying to live a good life, so busy, so much to fit in, while the immortals left space for all the time they had. Less sentimental, because too much sentiment created hoards of mementos, and Freyr liked his living space clean and open anyway.

But this snug couch jammed into its precarious position, as if this were the entire balcony jutting out, was simply enchanting. He followed Ariadne with great curiosity, settling himself in the space provided. "How fantastic," he said with delight.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-14 12:11 pm UTC (link)
"I like this spot, though it's been way too cold to really enjoy it since I moved up here," Ariadne said, pleased by his delight - and his proximity - and showing it by pouring a generous glass of wine. Looking for any reason to touch him, she let their fingers mingle as she passed him the glass, brushing her fingertips of his knuckles, then raised her own full glass to his. "Old friends, new beginnings, empty apartments?" she suggested as a toast.

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-14 12:35 pm UTC (link)
Freyr nodded. "New beginnings," he agreed. "Skål!" He toasted his glass to hers, and took a big sip. Looking out at the windows opposite, his gaze moved across them, looking for people who might be working in there. "There is so much life here. Spring is my favourite time of year. The earth is fertile and it makes me feel good." He looked back at Ariadne and gave her a smile.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-14 12:57 pm UTC (link)
"Skål!" she agreed, with a heavy dose of nostalgia for those golden days - she hadn't said skål in years. Ariadne raised her hand, running it through his soft hair and twirling a few strands at the back of his neck. "Ooh yes, I remember you in spring," she said, taking another sip and sliding her other leg into his lap, enclosing him between her thighs. "I'm glad you're feeling good, that life's been treating you well. You're sweet, you're really hot, you deserve to feel good."

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-14 01:10 pm UTC (link)
"You know, Freyja said almost the same thing. I am going to get a big head, with all this deserving of beautiful ladies and feeling good." He leaned into her touch. She smelled good, he noticed, sort of floral. "When do you suppose your housemates might return?" he asked, stroking the backs of his fingers up and down the inside of her thigh, glass of wine in the other hand.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-14 01:20 pm UTC (link)
His touch spread warmth up her body, and she smiled deeper, letting her eyes fall half closed. "Mmmm, absolutely no idea," she said, leaning forward to capture his mouth in a kiss as soft and as warm as his hand on her inner thigh. "S'Saturday," she murmured against him. "They could be out partying already. They could be out aaall night."

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-15 10:39 am UTC (link)
"Ahhh, that sounds promising." Freyr leaned into Ariadne, stroking her knee as he kissed her. What a fine time to be making love to a beautiful woman, in the afternoon sun on a sofa clinging to the face of a cliff. It really made one feel quite alive. He wanted to see her naked and glowing in a sunbeam. "Did you answer my question from earlier?" he asked, pushing his hand up under her skirt to find her hip and the line of elastic from her panties. "About exhibition?"

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-15 10:47 am UTC (link)
"I didn't," she said, his hand stealing her breath away, gifting her with a deep warmth between her legs in return. A fair trade, a very fair trade. "I thought I'd let actions speak louder than words," she said, tugging at the hem of his shift to lift it up, revealing his delicious stomach. "Oh Freyr," she breathed. "Hello."

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-15 11:26 am UTC (link)
He chuckled and tugged gently at the elastic. "I like hearing you say my name," he said, tipping his head so he could nose along under her jaw, ghosting his lips across her skin. "Sometimes words speak as loudly as words." The glass of wine in his hand was going to get inconvenient soon, but he didn't want to part with it just yet.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-15 11:39 am UTC (link)
Ariadne shivered at his light touch, his mouth sending goosebumps over her skin, making her ache to be touched. "I'll keep saying it if you keep touching me," she promised, taking a moment to finish off a good proportion of her wine before she spilled it, reaching out with her other hand to stroke her fingers across his chest.

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-15 12:10 pm UTC (link)
He remembered pink nipples on sun-browned skin, laying her bare among the wildflowers, as Freyja sat under a tree with other women and wove epic tales of battle and glory. Sometimes he missed having long hair. The feeling of fingers gently (or not-so) braiding back his blond locks was extremely relaxing. Or a woman burying her fingers in it as he lowered his mouth between her legs.

His thumb found the outline of her hip and traced it around, and then followed the leg elastic back in again, fingers running over the crease of her leg where it met her groin. "Seems like a simple bargain," he said.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-15 12:42 pm UTC (link)
"Oh, Freyr," she breathed again, tipping her head back to rest against the arm of the couch for a moment, relishing in the feeling of his fingers as he took his time to explore her. She parted her thighs to make it easier, letting her foot slide off the couch as she finished the last of her wine (she could drink with her head tipped back, no problem, Ariadne never choked on wine) and set the glass down beside the couch. With her hands free, she could draw his face in for another kiss, her hands light on either side of his jaw, light as his kisses had been on hers, though when she kissed him she did it with an open mouth, her tongue sliding in boldly between his lips.

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-16 02:57 pm UTC (link)
Well, he needed to catch up with that. Once he was done kissing her, of course. She drew him into her kisses so delightfully that he rewarded her by stroking two fingertips over the gusset of her panties, finding the shape of her under the fabric. He had to consciously pull back to drink his wine and drop the glass to the ground, finally having his other hand free to bring around her and stroke up her spine. "So beautiful," he murmured against her lips.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-17 10:38 am UTC (link)
Oh, she could melt under those fingers, she could lay back and luxuriate and let him continue to stroke her till she came apart under his fingers, but as his hand stroked up her back all she wanted was to shed this dress. She pushed back against his mouth, kissing his delicious merlot flavoured lips as she climbed on top of him, straddling his lap. She liked the width of him between her bare thighs, liked the look of him barechested underneath her. "You're not so bad yourself," she said with a smirk, walking her fingers over his collarbones. "In fact you're very, very handsome."

She reached up and found the zip at her back, sliding it down, and only took her eyes off him when she pulled her dress up and over her head, revealing a bright red bra to match her bright red panties. Date underwear, definitely dare underwear.

She wouldn't have done this, as Harriet. Yes, Harriet often slept with people on the first date but never on a balcony in broad daylight, where she could be seen, when her flatmates could come home any minute and make her scramble to pull her dress back on. But Ariadne couldn't quite remember what would have stopped her doing this; the sun on her bare back was deliciously warm, but Freyr's gaze was making her warmer, the tingling presence of his godhood, and the promising of his manhood, all of it combined into a feeling she simply wanted to lose herself in.

Ariadne wanted to be naked with him, to make love to him in the sun, and couldn't think of a single reason to stop.

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-19 12:17 pm UTC (link)
"You," Freyr said, his hands resting on her waist, thumbs stroking her hip bones, "are absolutely exquisite. That red on you... that red off you..." He drew her in closer, hard in his trousers for her, and he wanted her to feel it and know it was for her. He stroked one hand up and over her belly, his palm flat, up between her breasts to her neck, and to touch her lips with his thumb. He didn't take his eyes off her for a moment, with the way her skin fair shone in the sunlight. His other hand went between her legs, fingers slipping under the edge of her panties to find her womanhood and slide between her folds to tease the edge of her entrance.

"Do you have protection?" he asked as his finger pushed slowly inside her, as deep as he could get it. He was a fertility god, after all. Better to be safe.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-19 12:41 pm UTC (link)
Ariadne took his fingers in her mouth, playing with the sensitive tips gently with her teeth and her tongue, but when he slid his finger deep she tipped her head back as she arched into him, her mouth open wide, whole body open wide. "Gods, Freyr," she breathed, squeezing her muscles around him, biting her lip at the delicious feeling, the promise of more. She nodded wordlessly at the question, eyes hungrily on his again, and touched her arm where her implant was - her husband too was a fertility god, best to carry protection inside herself. Not content with only touching her arm, though, she slid her hand over the cup of her bra, the lace thin enough she could feel the bump of her nipple under her fingers, eyes still on his, watching him watch her.

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