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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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	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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passionburning
2021-07-14 02:19 pm UTC (link)

“Mmph-” She melted into his embrace, reaching up to grasp his upper arms as he pressed against her. He felt firm, his body barely yielding in his desire for more, and she could feel how hard he was pressed against her thigh. “Have you been working out?” she said between kisses, because she’d noticed the tightness of that teeshirt, and she was not above rewarding a guy with a bit of flattery. His kisses were demanding and she wanted to give him what he wanted, every bit of it. Pressing her thigh up against his crotch a little, she nipped at his lower lip.

“Safe,” she groaned, panting slightly into his mouth, one hand going to his cheek. How were they going to get all the way home like this?

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-14 08:48 pm UTC (link)

Much groaned low and appreciative as he ground against her thigh, nipping her own lips in return, wishing he could just pretend he didn’t have money and responsibilities and all of it so he could keep grinding on her. But… safe. Much braced the hand holding the money bag against the fridge by her head and pushed himself back, just a little, and looked down at her. The sight of her in that little dress, the fabric not lying across her breasts in quite the neat way it had before, thanks to his body - well, it made him want to throw responsibility to the wind. He lifted his other hand and ran his fingers down one of the soft straps of her dress, just to prove to himself how easily he could slip the fabric sideways and expose half her chest. “Tell me to go put the money away,” he said to her, eyes following his hand down. “Tell me or I’m not going to be able to do it.”

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passionburning
2021-07-14 10:18 pm UTC (link)

"You should put the money away," she said, her voice a little ragged, and not entirely convinced. She was extremely tempted to just slip the shoulders of her dress down herself, and have him touch her skin, put his mouth on her neck and kiss her- but she didn't, not yet, because she seemed to have more restraint than he did, which was a little unusual for her. "Because baby, we still have to get all the way back to my place yet."

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muchofamuchness
2021-07-15 01:04 am UTC (link)

All the way - Christ, he was going to explode.

Breathe, breathe… just go and finish your job and then kiss her again, Much tried to convince himself. Only, there was nothing stopping him kissing her first, too, and he leaned forward and captured her mouth again for a long snog before he forced himself to listen to her and go and put the money away.

The most frustrated whine escaped his throat as he pushed himself back, but at least he could laugh at it a bit - hoping she’d take it as the compliment it was it is so hard to step away from you.

But he managed, and slid back through the staff door and locked the money away in the safe and even wiggled the door to make sure it was shut. And then grabbed his dick through his pants and told it to calm the fuck down, it wasn’t like Erato was going to vanish into midair. They were going to make it back to her place and it was going to be epicly hot and he just needed to calm down a bit, okay? And not fuck her hard against the fridge till neither of them could stand.

“I’m back,” he announced, bursting back through the doorway. “Let’s get outta here.”

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	passionburning 2021-07-15 01:24 am UTC (link)
	Only- she had backed up to the end of the bar, and waited there for him, and the shoulder of her dress had slipped down, and the other was very close to joining it. She bit her lower lip and moved around to the other side of the bar. “I’m just so warm in here,” she said with a shrug, still moving away from him ever so slowly. “Are you coming?” (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

muchofamuchness
2021-07-15 01:36 am UTC (link)

“Oh no,” Much said out loud, feeling a little weak in the knees as the sight of her hit him right between the legs. He followed her round, catching up with her, eyes on that naked breast and shoulder and the promise of a second. The promise of so much more nudity, so close to him. He lifted his hand to the shoulder that was barely managing to hold on, giving it a teasing tug. “Too warm for clothes?” he asked, breathless.

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passionburning
2021-07-15 01:42 am UTC (link)

She turned and kissed him, her arms going around his shoulders and half-bare chest against his shirt. If it was up to her, she would go around bare chested a lot more often, but sadly "laws" and "society" dictated otherwise.

It was like there was a fire within him, and she could feel the heat radiating off him, and it was making her sweat too. She just wanted one kiss before they left, to feel his hands on her back holding her close, and then she would fix her dress and they would go.

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