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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
2021-05-15 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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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-20 10:41 am UTC (link)
Oh, how clever those fingers. Freyr slowly drew his finger out, then pressed back in again, watching her caress herself. "Take it off," he murmured, biting his lip and sliding a second finger inside her, "and then touch me." His cock ached for more friction than just grinding against her. He wondered a moment if there was anyone in that office block across from them, but he hardly cared. Let them look. Right now, this golden creature was all for him.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-20 12:37 pm UTC (link)
She whimpered in pure enjoyment at the pressure of his two fingers, rolling her hips languorously (and gloriously) against him. She lost her bra quickly - well, she took it off and let it drop down next to the wine bottle, Ariadne rarely actually lost anything - and ran her hand up over her chest then up through her hair, letting him look...

But only for a moment, because how could she resist an invitation like touch me. Her hands went to his trousers to free him, her kisses a little distracted by her fingers' work, and by his, but they were determined despite distraction. "Mmm, Freyr, there you are," she purred against his neck, her fingers wrapping around the base of his cock, the cock of a fertility god, no mistake.

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-24 06:27 am UTC (link)
Freyr sighed at her touch, feeling a frisson of arousal up his spine. He lifted his hips slightly so he could push his trousers down, and his thumb found her clit to work her up a little. He wanted to be inside her, to feel the tightness of her around him, and watch her body as she rode him.

He wiped his hand off on the couch, and took her hips to tug a little at her panties. "Well these have to go," he said, as his dick slid along the fabric, prevented from entering.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-26 01:02 am UTC (link)
Oh - first his thumb moved so arousingly against her, then his dick, trying to phase through her panties, making her wonder why anyone ever wore underwear at all. She could feel herself soaking through, her body so warm against his dick and oh dear gods she wanted him.

She kissed him hard then pulled back so she could peel her panties down, smiling hungrily as she let him watch but didn't make a long show of it, she wanted to crawl back into his lap as fast as possible, list driving everything. With a couple of long strokes of his dick with her hand, and a light nip of his lower lip, she angled her hips and sank slowly down onto him, with a long satisfied groan of "Oh, Freyr!"

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[info]lordofgold
2021-05-26 11:51 am UTC (link)
Ariadne felt just as blessedly good as he remembered. He ran his hands up her body to her breasts, rolling her nipples under his thumbs as she began to move. Her boldness was intoxicating, and he bit his lip as he watched her move. "Kiss me," he said, beckoning her in close, his hips moving with hers.

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[info]findyourwayout
2021-05-27 10:44 am UTC (link)
To kiss him, first she had to release her own lip from where it was caught between her teeth, as she adjusted to the sensation of him filling her up. He was so - oh it felt so good when he moved. With a rush of breath she slid her hand around the back of his neck, and kissed him deeply as she played with a roll of her hips. "Oh gods," she gasped against his mouth between kisses. "The size of you - I love it."

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