Ariadne didn't know what Dionysus was up to, today. He'd had a look in his eye last night that hinted at the deepest of mischiefs and when she'd woken up (at midday) he was gone, and after wandering the house for a whole to see if he was playing sexy hide and seek, she'd checked her phone and saw he was posting online from Martha's Vineyard, so... she was sure that would all be revealed in time. She'd used the day wisely and spent it catching up on the sleep she'd missed out on in the week leading up to her submission date and the two days after it, which had been a solid two days of partying.
But just because Dionysus was off living the island life (that was the selfie he'd sent her, himself in a leopard print sundress lying in such a way that one of the picturesque lighthouses in the distance looked like it was his cock, nipples hard from the bitterly cold wind blowing off the sea) didn't mean she was going to stop celebrating. She was so proud of everything she'd written, so excited by the future, so tempted to go a little further and turn it into a PhD... but that was a decision that could wait a little, till after she was done partying.
(She didn't ever want to be done partying, right now.)
Partying with Tuck had been a little more sedate than partying with her husband (there was a more reasonable amount of food involved and no one had tried to drink an entire bottle of wine without taking a breath, though she'd demonstrated to Tuck how she could do an entire glass) but she'd still cackled till she could hardly breathe and danced any given opportunity, was still eager as anything to get both their clothes off, creeping her fingers between the buttons on his shirt while they'd been sharing life stories down in the den.
And now his tongue was in her mouth and she felt excellent. With a grin against his mouth she pushed him back onto the bed, hair falling in a golden curtain around their faces as she kissed him.