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Erato (passionburning) wrote in nevermore_logs,
@ 2021-07-14 23:43:00

Current mood:	mischievous
Entry tags:	erato, much the miller's son

WHO Much and Erato
WHEN Wednesday night
WHERE Diogenes
WHAT Much has a lot of pent-up energy
WARNINGS smut

Summer in the city, as Regina Specter said so eloquently, means cleavage, cleavage, cleavage; and Erato was absolutely so much all about that. Summer girls in summer frocks, floral prints and sailor blues and pure whites, and sunshine yellows and pretty pinks, frills and flounces and sandals on bare feet, tiny tight shorts and beachy waves and oh yes, Erato loved Summer!

Today had been a lot of walking, enjoying the air. She’d ridden her bike to meet one of her authors, and the next sex scene she got from that one was going to be a hot, sweaty tangle in the sheets, she could see it coming a mile off. Then she’d gone to an old second-hand bookshop and wandered between the aisles, fingers trailing lovingly down dusty spines. There had been a couple there, and she’d watched them through a shelf, as one of them read from a book of erotic poetry, the sound deadened from the outside by the still air. It didn’t take much to encourage a hand to slip under a skirt, and a couple to try something risky and new. Erato held her breath and smiled, her back to the shelf, almost feeling the girl’s climax inside herself with a flutter of that old inspiration.

But Summer in the city was so lonely, lonely, lonely too. She went home and showered and changed, but she had nobody to dress up for. Her sisters were occupied, and Apollo was unavailable, and the handsome minotaur not answering his phone. So she went to Diogenes so she could at least look at those thick muscles, even if she couldn’t touch them today.

She was feeling a breezy vibe today, in a cream dress, almost Grecian in appearance with the asymmetrical skirt draped over her upper thighs, and the ruched fabric around her waist and over her bra-less breasts. Far too short probably, but with the roman sandals and her hair half up in waves it was a Look, and she thought a lot of people would be here for it. She sat on the bar stool furthest from the door, tucked around the corner, and smiled as she saw Much was working today. At least she had a friend here! She could share her stories and he could share his, and they’d have a good old time.

“Much honeeey! Make a girl a margarita, I am absolutely parched!”

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 11:49 am UTC (link)

When Lars had called up to see if Much could cover for him, Much’s response had been yes, fuck, please, give me something to DO with a degree of enthusiasm that he’d thought surprised Lars, to some extent, though his attractive colleague rarely showed such a strong emotion as surprise.

Much just needed tasks to do. Needed to keep his mind and his hands occupied to keep certain other thoughts out of his head. Doing a little stakeout with Little John last night had been good for it, sort of, although worrying about Tuck being in prison couldn’t in any way be described as good. But learning that Tuck was alright, that he was out, that he didn’t have to plot with Art how to blow up a prison to set Tuck free, that had taken an enormous weight off his mind.

Of course, there was that other weight, just waiting to take its place.

But that’s why he was going to work! Where he’d mix drinks and talk to people! For hours! And not have to think about this building, swelling need for relief that he knew exactly how to fulfil if only he could forget she was a literal sin from hell!

Something that was very easy to forget when he kissed her.

Which he wasn’t going to do.

He’d made more of an effort with his look today, for no ulterior motive at all. He’d stolen some of Alan’s deep conditioner in the shower and his hair was feeling good, meaning, he wanted someone to run their hands through his hair and tell him it felt good, and maybe, he thought, he was going to do anything he could to entice that action out of somebody (but not her). And he’d deliberately picked one of his tighter shirts to wear, too, and quite liked the way it looked, if he was being honest with himself.

Which he wasn’t being, really. Honesty would have meant admitting he couldn’t handle Lust on his own, but - and here was the huge downside - if someone else stepped in (was Rob onto him? He felt like Rob was onto him) he wouldn’t get to handle Lust on his own. He kept thinking about her laugh, as he was leaving the last time he’d seen her. He kept thinking about that final kiss, and how if he’d kept it going, she wouldn’t have been able to laugh like that. How he'd wished he'd kept it going because there were so many other things they could do together.

Ugh - no no fucking no!

But!! There’d been no sign of her in a few of days, except in his very horny dreams, and daydreams… He’d almost been late for work because of it. And the thing was, wanking was all well and good but it couldn’t match up to how satisfying it would feel to be kissing someone when he came, it couldn’t match up to the feeling of someone’s thighs clamped around his ears, it couldn’t -

“Erato!” he grinned, as she pulled him out of his thoughts and back to reality… and what a gorgeous reality, too. Speaking of thighs. “Wow, you look incredible. I’m sorry… what did you say?”

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passionburning
2021-07-14 11:51 am UTC (link)

Erato raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Better make it a jug, baby, I have a feeling we’re gonna need it. You okay?” She propped her chin on one hand and looked at Much with interest. There was something a bit buzzy about him today that she couldn’t quite put a finger on, because before she’d called his attention, his eyes had been somewhere far far away, and she’d seen that sort of look before.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 11:55 am UTC (link)

She had such an easy laugh (it didn’t slide through his conscience like Lust's did) that made him want to laugh too, and he mirrored her for a moment, propping his chin on his hand and smiling back at her. “Okay? I’m great, today’s great, are you great? You’ll be greater with a drink - a margarita?” He thought that was what she’d said, as he dug through his memory. Margarita was definitely in there somewhere but he was also quite stuck on baby. And quite stuck on the curve of her breast pressing against her dress. The fabric was quite thin - he could…

Make her a drink, Much, he told himself. Drinks! That’s what he was here for, drinks. And maybe later… but first drinks! “Frozen or shaken?”

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	passionburning 2021-07-14 12:04 pm UTC (link)
	“Frozen. Of course. Have you been outside today?” Erato fanned her face with her hand. She watched him work, and tilted her head slightly. Yeah, there was a definite vibe, especially in the way his eyes dropped to her chest. “Why’s today so great then? Got a story to share?” she asked. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 12:06 pm UTC (link)

Oh hell no, Much wasn’t sharing his story today. He plastered a smile on his face. “Just loving life. Loving the long summer nights, and I’m not complaining about the skirts getting shorter too,” he added with a wink, making light of it like it wasn’t driving him crazy, as he pulled together the ingredients for her drink. “How about you? You been out there making anyone’s heart race lately?”

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passionburning
2021-07-14 12:09 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, you know me, I like to share the love," Erato said, waving a vague hand. She still thought there was something he wasn't saying, but she wouldn't force it out of him. Maybe a couple of drinks would loosen his lips later. Or his belt.

Scratch that, the drinks wouldn't be needed for the belt. She leaned forward, folding her arms on the bar so they pushed her breasts up as she leaned. Much definitely had a certain look in his body that was like a neon sign to someone like her. "Feeling the heat, are you? Out there?"

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 12:12 pm UTC (link)

Oh my god. Her deliberate posture pulled at him like a magnet, and he let his eyes look - since she was offering - and his hands longed to reach across the bar and slide one of her straps off her shoulder. He remembered the pink blush of her nipples, he remembered just how good they felt under his tongue. “I’m feeling the heat in here,” he confessed, pulling his eyes back to her face and smiling at her flirtatiously as he revved the blender, hard.

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	passionburning 2021-07-14 12:18 pm UTC (link)
	Erato took a lock of her hair and twirled it between her fingers. If his manhandling of the blender was any indication, poor Much had a terrible case of blue balls. "What time do you… get off?" she asked with a wink, her voice low and sensual and inviting. Perhaps her night wouldn't be so lonely after all. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 12:23 pm UTC (link)

Now? Right now? Much thought, imagining pulling her back into the bathroom and crowding her into the stall. Erato deserved better treatment than that, but his imagination was being pushy, strongly encouraged by that tone in her voice. “Hour and a half,” he said regretfully, only taking his eyes off her so he could pour her drink into the ice cold jug waiting to receive it. He slid the jug over, with a frosty, iced glass, and couldn’t resist taking her hand, his thumb stroking over the bumps of her delicate knuckles. “Do you want to meet up afterwards - do something fun with this hot summer night?” God, it would be so much better than thinking about Lust, so much better than fucking Lust - Erato was lovely. Erato had never hurt a fly in her life. Erato was his friend, and oh, he remembered how friendly she could be.

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passionburning
2021-07-14 12:33 pm UTC (link)

She gave him a smile, the sort that was only for him. To be so desired, even for only one night, was a beautiful thing. She could wait… gods, a whole ninety minutes! "I could be persuaded," she said, her lips kissing over the 'p' sound. "Whatever's gotten into you, I hope it gets into me too." The drink was deliciously refreshing, the citrus tang perfectly tart on her tongue.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 12:36 pm UTC (link)

Not sure you do Much thought, but he only thought it on the surface; deep down where more primal, animal urges were taking over he wanted her to want him with the same mindless need he wanted Lust. But without the edge of horror that always came with Lust, the no no no we shouldn’t that was constantly overpowered by the yes, yes oh god yes.

Maybe a night with Erato would just… wring the whole Lust thing out of his system.

Maybe he didn’t care if it did or it didn’t so long as he got laid.

“Then I’ll persuade you,” he said, raising her hand to his mouth to kiss the back of it, and he only intended to kiss it but as soon as his mouth touched her skin he wanted more, and slipped her finger into his mouth, dragging his teeth lightly across her fingertip. Very unprofessional behaviour, but Erika had gone home and… Erato certainly wasn’t complaining.

His dick was complaining, though. His dick was lamenting the whole horrible solid bar between their bodies. Fuck.

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passionburning
2021-07-14 12:41 pm UTC (link)

Erato looked at him, open-mouthed, and felt like with the slightest suggestion, she could convince Much to close the bar early and have his way with her now. If she was that sort of girl, of course. But Erato was not pure, unbridled lust- no, she was the embodiment of the romance and the passion that lead up to such trysts. She could wait, even if Much appeared to be almost steaming with desire. Gently she took her hand back, and lifted her cold glass to rest against her cheek.

"Phew, Much," she said, teasing him a little. "How are you going to focus on your job if you keep up that kind of behaviour?" She was interested though, and the anticipation was almost as thrilling as the act itself. Maybe she should sit in a booth, a bit further away, or poor Much was going to be knocking on wood at the bar all night.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 12:46 pm UTC (link)

“I have no idea,” Much promised her, with a slow shake of his head, though he did not shake it so much that he had to take his eyes off her. “But I’m interested to find out, aren’t you?”

He bit the tip of his tongue between his teeth, looking at her for a long, sizzling moment before the bell on the other side of the bar dinged, and a pained look crossed his face as he dragged himself away. “Don’t go away,” he implored, and then grinned at her, turning around to serve his other customers. None of them were as gorgeous as Erato though, none of them flirted quite so hard, none of them wore their dress quite as enticingly as she did. Once, when she moved across the bar to talk to someone else she knew, he couldn’t rip his eyes off her legs, so long and so bare, that skirt barely covering the round cheeks of her ass. He wondered what panties she was wearing - if she was wearing panties, and had to stop himself, closed eyes aimed at the ceiling, and breathe deep to get himself under control. It took a hot minute. He kept thinking about ripping her panties off her with his teeth. How good she was going to smell, to taste, to feel, the slickness of her against his tongue-

Martinis he thought, loudly. Martini! Make a fucking martini!

He made himself one, as well as the round he made for his customers. The amount of gin he put in it did nothing to quell his thoughts of wanting to fuck, though.

But this resistance felt a world of different than the resistance he felt with Lust. Here, with Erato, he was holding back because he was at work and there were people around. There was a purity to that that wasn’t like anything he felt with Lust. It was better, he told himself, it was so, so much better.

A sexy kind of agony.

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passionburning
2021-07-14 12:48 pm UTC (link)

Erato knew he was watching her. She could feel the simmering tension in him when she talked to other people, the desire to make sure he didn't lose her to someone else while he was restricted to staying behind the bar. She didn't know what had caused this arousal in him, but she was curious to find out.

She did tease him, just a little. She flipped her hair and arched her neck and made sure her long bronzed legs were on display when she went to sit in a booth instead of keeping them hidden under the bar. Slowly the time passed, people started to filter out, and Erato sauntered back over to stand leaning against the bar.

"Last call, is it?" She placed her empty jug on the counter and cocked her head, watching Much swirl a dishcloth in a clean glass.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 12:53 pm UTC (link)

“Anything to help people get a move on,” Much said, reaching out and flicking the ornate little bell, though everyone had already made their last orders, and fuck them if they wanted something else out of him, Much wanted to go home. Or, to Erato’s home. To her bedroom full of gently wafting curtains and that wide, wide soft bed and why exactly had he only gone home with her the once? What was he, some kind of idiot? She was so much fun, and so up for it, and so - yeah there really must have been something wrong with him that he’d let several months past since last time they hooked up.

He reached to grab her cup so he could add it to the few he had left to wash, his eyes taking in the glow of her skin, the pink of her lips. “I won’t be long,” he promised her, as Kratos motivated a few stragglers in a corner booth to get gone. He wasn’t going to try and shuffle her alone, though; he knew Erato too well. Much shot him a nod and turned his attention back to Erato as he dropped her cup into the dishwasher. “Good night so far? Margarita quench enough of that thirst?”

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	passionburning 2021-07-14 12:59 pm UTC (link)
	Erato wiggled her fingers in a wave at Kratos. She wasn't about to get kicked out of this place by him. Not tonight, anyway. "It did its job," she replied, feeling a nice buzz from it. Walking her fingers across the bar towards him, she danced on her fingertips, a tiny sultry number with one hand. "How are you going on finishing your job?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 01:03 pm UTC (link)

“Not fast enough,” Much said, grinning at her little fingerdance (what else could those fingers be doing) and hurrying up with the dishwasher. “Oh hey-” he said, spotting an ice bucket he hadn’t emptied yet as he straightened up, and grinning as he plucked a cube of ice out of it. “You’re still looking a little warm. You want something to keep you cool while I close the till?”

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	passionburning 2021-07-14 01:08 pm UTC (link)
	"And what do you propose I do with it?" She flipped her hand over, palm up expectantly. "Is it for sucking on?" She suspected he had something else in mind, but it didn't hurt to tease. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	muchofamuchness 2021-07-14 01:20 pm UTC (link)
	“If you like, if you like,” Much said, lip between his teeth as he grinned, and cupped one hand underneath hers, grasping the opportunity to touch her. “Or… here’s a thought,” he added, circling the edge of the ice cube around her upturned palm and then running it up the sensitive skin of her wrist. “How’s that feel?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

passionburning
2021-07-14 01:24 pm UTC (link)

Erato bit her lip. She watched his face though, the way he looked down at her skin and then back into her eyes, and she knew how much he must be aching and still playing it slow. She glanced quickly towards the door to make sure they were alone, and then gripped Much’s forearm from below and pulled him close across the bar. “I can think of something that feels better,” she purred, leaning in to kiss his lips and retrieve the ice cube from his fingers while he was distracted.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 01:25 pm UTC (link)

Erato was right, this was better, in fact, this was the best he’d felt all day. Much half climbed across the bar, his knee on a shelf to push him up closer so his hand could slip into her hair and pull her closer too. Such good kisses and so much pent up energy, Much moaned in satisfaction as his tongue slid against hers, closing his eyes and relishing in the feeling.

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passionburning
2021-07-14 01:29 pm UTC (link)

Gosh, that hunger- Erato could feel it like electricity. The way Much was halfway across the bar made her worry a little about his balance, but clearly things were off-balance today. She kissed him back just as passionately though, until the bar digging into her flesh forced her to pull back, and she popped the half-melted ice cube between her lips and lifted her chilled, wet fingertips to stroke across his lips.

“Are we going back to mine?” she asked, with a sultry little smile.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 01:32 pm UTC (link)

“Oh hell yes.” The shock of her icy fingertips made him shudder deliciously, and he opened his mouth to catch her fingers again, only this time it wasn’t just his teeth but his tongue that flicked over them too. He could eat her all up, seriously, and Much planted kisses on her palm and up her wrist, getting to the inside of his elbow before he groaned and pressed his forehead against it instead. “I have to do the till,” he lamented, taking a moment (and kissing her arm again) before he righted himself. “Come back here with me while I do it, I’ll be so fast,” he promised, though, how he thought he could count out tomorrow’s float while she was that much closer to him, he had no idea.

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passionburning
2021-07-14 01:56 pm UTC (link)

“Oooh, a peek behind the curtain, how cute,” Erato cooed, pushing her arms out straight from the bar. She watched him, and sauntered around, slowly moving closer to him as she casually ran her hand along the surface of the counter. Were his hands shaking as he flicked through the cash? She knew she wasn’t supposed to be near him when he was doing this, and looked up until she spotted the security camera pointed squarely at the till. Waving a hand at it, she leaned her back against the fridge and gasped at the coolness against her legs. “Ohhh yeah, that’s amazing,” she groaned, spreading her feet a little. It was bringing goosebumps up on her legs and she shivered, running her hands down her thighs.

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 01:58 pm UTC (link)

Much watched her move out of the corner of his eyes, trying to count out all the notes as fast as he possibly could - choosing speed over accuracy which might come back to bite him in the ass but that was in the future, and Erato was right here in the present.

Right here, spreading her legs, moaning against the fridge.

Oh god fucking damn.

Much let out a long shaky breath, counted seven eight nine ten, bagged the money that was destined for the safe and spun around with the banking bag in his hand to press Erato harder up against the fridge and kiss her.

Yeah yeah yeah security cameras, but they’d probably only look if something went missing? Much would think about it in a second (he told himself) after he’d kissed Erato, his whole body pressed up against her this time, so very aware of how thin the fabric of her dress was, how warm her body was underneath it. “Safe,” he muttered against her lips. “Have to go, safe. But. In a minute,” he decided, and kissed her deeper still.

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