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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 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.

	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)

	passionburning 2021-07-15 02:28 am UTC (link)
	Erato laughed lustily, shimmying her hips a little to get the elastic and lace to fall down to her ankles when Much let go of it. “If you even think you could,” she challenged with a grin as he kissed her, and her dress was a pleated scrap around her waist now with Much’s hands on her thighs. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	passionburning 2021-07-15 02:52 am UTC (link)
	She gasped as he entered her, and then wrapped her legs around him like she’d wanted to do, holding onto his shoulders for support. “Yes, do it,” she groaned, encouraging him to move inside her, even as her body weight had him as far inside her as he could get. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	passionburning 2021-07-15 03:13 am UTC (link)
	She laughed breathlessly and let herself relax against him, her legs still clasped around his hips. Carefully, she let go of the door and curled an arm about his shoulders, kissing him as he came back down to earth. "Hey baby," she murmured. "Feeling better?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)