RP: I Love You Who: Hyperion/Zahara When: Friday, June 23 after open mic night [WAY backdated, SORRY!] Where: Zahara's flat What: Feeling off after learning Persephone's secret, Hyperion opens up to Zahara in a different way. Warnings: Feels. NSFW.
Things had not been bad tonight, they just had not been… Right. ZJ hadn’t been able to place her finger on it all night, she had been riding high from the adrenaline rush from her performance. She assumed it was because of that, that it had taken her until they got home to piece what had been off. Hyperion was off, he wasn’t his usual... Loud self. She didn’t know how to describe it but his personality was so loud that she noticed when he wasn’t shining so brightly. It had started to make her nervous that potentially it was something she had done, which was ridiculous she knew. This was the first time they were really seeing each other since Wednesday, though they had not had any fights. They still kept in touch when not together. Still though, she worried. She wondered if it had to do with his work, if it did she knew it was highly unlikely he could say anything about it other than it was frustrating. This was going to be an interesting talk, she thought.
“I know that we haven’t known each other that long,” she said as she let them into her flat, open mic had been at V-bar, so it had made sense to walk up the road to her flat for the night instead of apparating home while intoxicated. She knew she could, she trusted him to, but it was always better to opt to walk she thought. “Are you alright? You’re not as bright as usual.” Her cheeks were a bit pink then as she shut the door, she hadn’t been able to think of any other way to describe it apparently. “I might be reading too much into it, but I don’t know...” She suddenly wished she were the type to just let something go, she was far too nosy though she suspected that he knew that already. She gossiped with Addi, that went a bit hand and in hand sometimes.
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Try as he might to not let yesterday's revelations dim his mood on Zee's big night, Hyperion knew he'd failed to some extent. He'd smiled and laughed and clapped and been supportive, he'd socialized and drank a bit, but he knew that it hadn't completely reached his eyes, it hadn't felt as smooth or natural as it should have. He wasn't even close to coming to terms with the fact that his baby sister was cursed. He didn't want to have to come to terms with it. He was determined to get together with Dora soon to try to figure out something they might be able to do.
He held Zee's hand as they walked back to her flat, not minding doing so as being out in the cool night air felt good. If Phillip hadn't asked him to go for drinks yesterday, he knew he would have come right to her, he'd wanted to do so even, and he wasn't wanting to push her away now, but he knew he couldn't tell her what was weighing on him. And so, when she brought up his strange behavior as they went into her flat, he sighed softly.
"Zahara, my love," he murmured as he shut the door, giving her hand a tug to draw her close. He dipped his head down to give her a soft, lingering kiss. It wasn't an attempt at distraction nor was it filled with the heat and passion he normally kissed her with. It was to give himself a moment, to ground himself. When he broke the kiss, he kept his eyes closed, resting his forehead against hers. After another long moment, he sighed again and pulled back enough to look at her. "I'm not quite right, not yet," he admitted. "But as much as I want to confide in ye what's got me twisted up, I can't. It's not mine to tell," he told her regretfully. It would be so much easier if she already knew. Oh, he'd have been furious, as he'd been briefly about Phillip knowing before him and Dora, but at least he would be able to talk to her about it now.
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With that tug, she moved so easily into his arms, it was always so easy. As easy as breathing. She felt her heart stop when he called her that, my love. She didn't have a chance to say a word because he was kissing her and it was different. It wasn't bad but it was definitely different.
Before he pulled away, she nudged her nose gently against his and stole one last quick kiss. Her bright eyes lifting to look at him when he did pull away.
Her heart broke a bit at his words. While she would gossip all day with Addi, she knew boundaries. She wasn't going to pry, as he said it wasn't his to tell. She nodded her head, her hand slipping into his and giving it a squeeze a moment before she was bringing his hand to her lips to kiss his knuckles. "Well, the best solution for things that have you out of sorts is a lot of ice cream, some alcohol, and cuddles. You happen to be dating a world class cuddler that comes complete with two of the world's best pillow, four if you don't mind laying in bed.." She gave him a warm smile. "We can skip the first two and move straight to the cuddling if you'd like?"
Zee hoped that she was helping. She hoped that she wasn't somehow making it worse. He couldn't talk about it, so she couldn't offer to hear him out and just be there to listen.
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Oh how he hoped she understand, that she wouldn't press. He would keep Persephone's secret - it was her's to tell Zahara when she was ready - but he knew it would kill him to do so. No, they'd not been together long yet, not in the grand scheme of things, but he cared a great deal for her, loved her even though he wasn't poking at that too much just yet, and he didn't want to ever lie to her. This wasn't a lie, though.
He chuckled softly, the sound still lacking his usual carefree mirth, at her suggestions. "Why don't we turn on a movie and curl up on the couch? You can use me as a pillow," he countered. If he went to bed with her now and she held him against her chest like that, he knew he would end up crying, and that was the last thing he wanted tonight. It was something he doubted he'd be able to put off forever, but he didn't want it to happen tonight. He would feel a bit better, he thought, if he could hold her.
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ZJ pretended to debate the offer, even bringing her free hand up to playfully cup his ‘breast’ and squeeze before she nodded her head. “Alright, your pillows are not nearly as wonderful as mine but they’ll do.” She hoped she wasn’t being obnoxious, she knew not everyone liked having someone joke around with them when they were down.
“Why don’t you get on the couch and set up a movie for us.” Because really, the man was there as much as he was home and could likely work everything in her flat. “I’ll go slip out of the too tight uncomfortable bits, and we can meet again on the couch to cuddle?” She wasn’t intending to take long, just slip out of the skirt and heels, slip into some pajama pants. The top was a little uncomfortable, though figured she would take it off just before bed. She would sleep topless, it was getting too hot to wear much clothing to bed.
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Hype chuckled when she squeezed his pec. "Not nearly, no," he agreed, still very amused. Joking around helped, in large part because he couldn't talk about what was going on, and so the last thing he needed to do was dwell on it when he was supposed to be spending time with her.
"Yes, dear," he responded jokingly. And then when she told him what she would do, he lifted a hand and tugged the strings holding that tiny top together, loosening them enough that her breasts started pushing out of them. "Just giving you a hand," he said, winking cheekily at her. And then he took a step back, though a part of him wanted to follow her into the bedroom, wanted to make love to her there, but it felt wrong to do that right now, when she knew he was keeping something from her and he knew it was that her best friend was cursed.
"Any preferences for the movie?" he called out to her as he turned to the trunk under the window that she kept her collection in, ignoring the list on the inside of the lid because the titles meant nothing to him and browsing through the cases until a yellow and red one jumped out at him, though not literally. These movies, it would seem, were not the magical sort, but that didn't bother him. "How about Kung Fu Panda? How did a Panda learn kung fu, anyway?" All the more reason to watch it, he thought, flipping the case around to read the back. An animated movie seemed like a safe choice.
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When he reached his hand up to untie her top she gave him a playful glare, it was broken a moment later when he winked and she leaned in to steal a kiss. It was quick and she was jogging as much as she could in those shoes down the small hall to her room. She needed to get into something comfier and faster, for the first time she wanted to use magic to speed up the process and get back to him faster. She knew it was ridiculous, he needed time to find a movie.
“Anything you want!” was the muffled shout from the bedroom, while shoes were kicked off, she shimmied out of a skirt, and in seconds was running around in just her knickers pulling on her pajamas. It was just a simple pair of black shorts that seemed to be made of the same material as those muggle yoga pants she owned, paired with a deep purple tank that had a glittered silver skull on the chest.
She was back in the living room in moments, her brows perking at his questions. “I can’t tell you how he learns kung fu, you have to watch.” Just as she was about to climb on to the couch, Nancy beat her to it. The large orange mane coon hopped up on the couch, mowing at her mistress before she continued to climb to a pillow that was perched on the back of her sofa near the end that the couple didn’t generally sit at. “I miss you too,” she cooed, reaching out to scratch between her ears before she finally took her seat on the sofa. “Do you want some snacks with the movie?”
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When she came back in, he was thoroughly distracted by that simple outfit she wore; the shorts and tank top were nothing special, but she looked stunning to him. He was such a bloody sap, and he knew it. And then she spoke, and he brought his eyes back up from the tattoo peeking out from the bottom of her shorts to meet her eyes again. "Well then, let's watch it," he retorted, moving over to pop the movie in before going to the couch.
Before sitting, Hype toed his shoes off and then stripped down to his boxers, wanting to be more comfortable and not wanting to have to deal with his clothes once they were ready for sleep. Once he sat, he stretched his legs out in front of them, crossing them on the coffee table, and rested his arm along the back of the couch, turning his hand so he could give Nancy some pets. "No thanks, love, I'm not terribly hungry," he answered then, bringing his hand down to trail his fingers lightly over her bare arm.
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She rather liked that look, she didn’t know what triggered it but she liked when she saw him looking at her like that. When his eyes met hers again, she smirked and perked her brows. “Sounds good.” Zee bit her lower lip as she watched him strip, smiling as he came to sit down with her. She leaned forward then to grab the remote off the coffee table, pressing play.
It should have likely worried her over how easy it all was. It wasn’t even a thought as she pressed a kiss to his cheek, just before she had tucked herself in against his side and crossed her legs at the ankle. They had a routine and she loved every bit of it. She loved watching as Nancy, the pregnant ginger lifted herself up and waddled close to his hand so she could get a proper scratch. She loved how he seemed to fit so easily in her space, like he was at home. Zee may have been watching with that lovesick look. She knew she loved the goofy man seated next to her in his boxers, his legs stretched out on her coffee table. She really should have pushed his legs down but… Well, she couldn’t bring herself to tonight. If he wanted to hold her, she’d just curl up against his side.
As she heard the noise of the movie starting, she looked away from Hyperion and Nancy. Her attention was on the movie, having no shame in laughing and giggling. She had originally bought the movie for Auri and ended up loving it herself, it had never actually made it to Auri. She had wanted to watch it to be sure it was appropriate and well... That was how most of the cartoons had ended up in her trunk. Her one hand was resting against Hyperion's chest, idly tracing shapes with her fingertips during intense parts. She may have even gasped as Tai Lung escaped from the jail.
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As much as Hype loved going out and doing things, there was something really peaceful about being here with her, curled up on the couch wearing very little. It was homely and just one more aspect of what he hoped for with his future, something he was becoming more confident with every day that he wanted with her. Although it had only just been six weeks, with the amount of time he'd spent with her so far, he was feeling very confident that this was something real and lasting. He hoped that she felt it, too.
He tried to pay attention, he really did, and her reactions were fantastic, but he was still utterly distracted. His mind kept going in circles, thinking about life and death, pain and loss. He thought about his family, how things were before the war--how good things had been. Not perfect, but good. His mum and dad, so in love, so proud and strong and having achieved so much together and individually, only for him to go missing... Perseus being killed... Dora doing what she'd had to do to protect Persephone... The war had torn his family apart in so many ways.
Yes, they were coming back together, but there were holes still, holes that he didn't think could ever be filled. Nothing could bring Perseus back, and the odds were that his father was dead, as well. It was just reminding him that even as wizards, life was short. It was after the one cat dude escaped from prison that he leaned over to grab the remote, pausing the movie and then turning to her, bracing her face between his hands. He leaned in and kissed her slowly before sighing and resting his forehead against hers, eyes still closed.
"I love you, Zahara," he murmured. And then he pulled back enough to open his eyes and look at her. "I know it's still early, but life is too short not to tell ye when I know it's what I feel. And because I love ye, I think ye should know, I'm serious about this. I want a family of me own--a wife and kids--and a life full of fun and laughter. I'm sure there'll be plenty of fights mixed in as well, but that's all part of the adventure. I told ye before, I want to be your last first, however long it takes, so I wanted ye to know what that meant to me."
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When the movie paused, she lifted her head to look at him with perked brows. She didn’t have long to question him because his lips were against his. As his forehead pressed against hers, she tipped her head so that she could press a kiss against the tip of his nose.
Then he was talking and her eyes had gotten big a moment, but then it was her smile that grew. As he kept talking about a family, she felt that tug. She knew she had baby fever, she had been fawning over Auri and Fee more than usual. She knew she wanted all of those things he talked about, the kids, the fights... She gave a laugh when he called it all an adventure. “Of course it will be an adventure, you’ll have me with you.”
It wasn’t fast by any means, she shifted just enough so that she could crawl into his lap, straddling his hips as she pressed her chest to his. Her arms draped over his shoulders, resting on the back of the couch as she let her eyes meet his again. “I love you too.” She gave him a smirk, the one she tended to give him when she won. “I’ve known for a while.” She bent her head in to kiss him slowly, her eyes falling closed. She wanted to tease him that Perse and Addi had known before him, she wanted to ask what had brought this all up, but she didn’t want to poke a sore subject. Instead she was going to enjoy knowing that her boyfriend loved her back, she wasn’t so crazy after all.
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You'll have me with you. The phrase was on repeat in his head, thrilling him because he didn't think she would say it if she didn't mean it. She didn't have to specify that she wanted marriage and kids and everything that went with it, because she'd just told him he would have her with him for it all. It definitely sent his mind into overdrive, wanting to take this feeling and run away with it. With her.
And then she was in his lap and telling him she loved him too, and Hype was sure his heart had stopped for a beat. "Yeah?" he asked rhetorically, his lips stretching to a wide smile. She loved him! And she'd known a while. That was extraordinary, and he felt so unbelievably lucky in that moment. "How about we watch the movie another time, and we go to bed instead?" he asked, shifting her a bit to get a good grip under her arse. He stood in one smooth motion then, leaning in to kiss her. "I want to make love to my girl."
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Seeing his excitement just fueled her own, causing her smile to grow larger. Her head bobbed in an excited nod when he said yeah, laughing a moment later when he suggested turning off the movie. She had just started to shake her head when his hands got a better grip and he was standing. She felt the rush as he lifted her, laughing as her arms tightened around his neck suddenly and she did her best to not move too much and end up being dropped. Though she had a feeling he had no issues carrying her, this wasn’t the first time he had carried her somewhere and she was happy to know it likely wouldn’t be the last.
His next words though had made those hazel eyes grow wider and she felt a familiar feeling, though in this setting it wasn’t familiar. It was that pit of her stomach excitement that she always felt just before taking a big risk, typically it was just before jumping out of a plane or something ridiculous. She bit her full lower lip a moment, debating if she should share her secret. When her eyes met his, she felt her heart skip a beat, and she grinned. “I’ve never done that before,” she said in a soft voice, her cheeks growing pink with a blush that definitely came down to her breasts. She wanted to make love to Hyperion, she wanted to know what that felt like. Gods, he was turning her into such a sap.
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He was watching her, so he saw the surprise and wondered why she seemed to be - he'd just told her he loved her, why wouldn't he want to make love to her? But then she was chewing on her lip, and it distracted him, thinking about how much he'd like to abuse her lip with his own teeth. He loved how full her lips were, and it was always a pleasure to nibble on her lower lip. But then, it was always a pleasure to nibble any part of her, and he could feel his cock hardening at the thought of it.
And then she spoke, and his reaction was immediate and nearly animalistic. He growled low in his throat, his fingers curling tightly against her arse, his eyes darkening. And then he did take her full lower lip between his teeth, sucking on it before kissing her deeply. "You won't be able to say that again," her told her, promise and heat in his tone. And he was determined he'd be the first and only man she would ever make love to. That thought should terrify him, but it didn't. He was in love with her, and he already knew that he wanted her in his life forever.
Hype walked them to her bedroom then, but instead of tossing her on the bed, he knelt on it with her still wrapped around him, kissing her as he slowly lowered her to lay on the bedspread. "You take my breath away," he murmured against her lips before letting his mouth travel down her neck, kissing and sucking lightly along the way.
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Zahara could feel that familiar movement between them, there wasn’t much keeping them separated just then, he was in his boxers and all she had on were those little shorts that didn’t really afford for her to have any knickers under them without lines. She had been just about to wiggle, cause a bit of friction, when he made that wonderful noise and held her tighter. It caused her to squirm in his arms, pressing against him as he sucked at her lower lip before kissing her. Her eyes were still big at his words, her smile was just as large. “I wouldn’t have it any other way.” She knew without a doubt that she loved him, there was no questioning that feeling in her chest when she saw him.
The walk to the bedroom took forever, even if she wasn’t the one walking it. She felt that familiar pit of her stomach feeling, so anxious about what was coming next, while at the same time so she was so excited that she had goosebumps. His words made her heart stop, that warm smile gracing her lips. It was such a compliment, she didn’t think anyone had ever said that to her. Her heart swelled as she reached a hand up to cup his cheek while she kissed him back, trying to hold him in the kiss just a moment longer before he was moving.
Her eyes slipped close as her head tipped, exposing more of her neck to him. Her hands had moved, one moving to the back of his neck where she scratched lightly with her nails, while her other hand came up to comb through his hair. She couldn’t remember the last time she had been so nervous about sex, she was almost certain it had been the first time she had it. She ridiculously wanted to ask what if she was bad at making love but she knew there was only one way to find out. Besides, it was Hyperion and she loved him. She assumed that was half the battle.
A gasping moan slipped from her as he kissed and sucked his way along her neck, her legs moving then to let her feet touch the bed and her hips gave a slight roll to press against him. It caused another noise like that to leave her, while her grip on his hair tightened and tugged just barely.
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Gods she was perfect--not to say she had no flaws whatsoever and always said and did the right thing, but that her imperfections contributed to just how exquisite she was to him. He was completely in love with her, and he didn't give a rat's hairy arse what anyone else thought about it. He was sure he'd marry her tomorrow if she was willing, because he had no doubt that he wanted to spend his life with her.
Hype didn't think she had anything to be nervous about. The sex itself wouldn't be so different from what they'd done before; what would be different was that they had voiced their deeper feelings. There was love here, but it was no longer contained, and that was what would make this time together so much more special. At least, that was how he saw it. All he really wanted to focus on then was worshiping her body with his, making her feel like the most beautiful and important person in the world--because, to him, she was.
His hands pushed her top up as he slid down her body, and his lips kissed a trail over her belly, marveling at her soft, smooth skin, then up over her rib cage. He wanted to take his time and explore every inch of her, even as he wanted to rush and sink into her, feeling her heat enveloping him. Taking his time felt like the more rewarding choice in that moment, though, so he pushed her top up and over her breasts, watching as they bounced a bit in the movement, and then caught a pierced nipple between his lips. His tongue swirled around the piercing even as his fingers slipped under those tiny shorts she wore, stroking over her in one firm motion.
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As his mouth moved over her body, kissing over her rib cages had caused her to stop breathing a moment. Everything felt so much more and she wasn’t entirely sure how to explain that. All of her fears slipped away as he pushed her top farther up, exposing her breasts to the cool air. A moan slipped from a moment later as his mouth was around one nipple, her hands moving to finish removing her tank and tossing it to the floor. All it was doing was obstructing the view of Hyperion’s mouth on her body and that was all she wanted to see just then.
Then he was touching her and she let out a breathy little moan. “Hype.” She brought her hands down to fall into his hair again, lacing her fingers in his hair and pulling at him. She wanted to pull him into a kiss, she wanted more than just his fingers inside of her. She wanted all of him just then, she wanted to feel one with him. “Please, love. I need you.” There was just a slight whine to her voice, her cheeks going a bit pink because of it. She hated whining but she needed to feel him, she needed to feel his chest against hers, his arms around her, and his lips against hers.
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She knew all his buttons to push already, just how to make him weak with desire for her, willing to do anything to make her happy and see her smile and bring her pleasure. This moment was no different and was, perhaps, even heightened by the exchange of their 'I love you's' that night. It was enough to detour him from his goal, to slide back up her body and settle between her legs, his body pressed against hers.
Hyperion kissed her deeply, one hand curled around her hip, the other cupping the side of her face as he slid into her, no hesitation or argument, merely giving her what she was asking of him because he needed her too. He needed to feel her around him, her body joined with his in a moment of intimacy far deeper than anything they'd shared thus far. Oh, he'd made plenty of jokes about marrying her, and while he'd always felt there was a grain of honest desire in them, it was that moment then as he made love to her that something settled in his soul and he knew that she was it for him. She was the woman he wanted by his side in life, the woman he wanted to make children with, build a home with, have countless adventures with, grow old with.
"I love you, Zahara," he murmured when he broke the kiss, looking intently into her eyes as his hand slipped under her thigh and urged her leg up higher, wanting to give her more, always more.
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Zahara’s moan died on his lips as he slid into her, that had been exactly what she wanted. She felt whole, feeling him buried deep inside of her. She could feel the goosebumps on her skin, her breathing growing heavy. This was nothing like what they had experienced together before, the knowledge of their feelings had made it so much more. It was one of those beautiful moments that she was intending to keep to herself, an intimate little moment between them.
That look held such a weight, it was intense and it took her breath away. A gasping noise left her leg moved higher up. “I love you too, Hyperion.” There were tears brimming her eyes in that moment, she was just a smidge overwhelmed by it all. That look had shot through her, straight to her core. It was these moments that helped chase away any of her fears and let her fall blindly into this with him. Their love was such an intense and beautiful thing, she knew it was ridiculous but she was positive it wouldn’t fade. He was who she was meant to be with, they just had to find each other first.
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He had never felt this strongly about a woman this fast before, but that was what told him it was true, it was real, it was right, and he would do everything within his power to cherish it, to cherish her. His body moved with hers, making love to her, holding her, touching her, working to bring her to the brink. He wanted more than anything in that moment to feel her tumble over the edge, to feel her body tighten and spasm around him.
"Come for me, Zahara," he breathed, his thumb moving between their bodies, stroking her tight little nub insistently. He would not allow himself to come until she had.
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Hearing her name had sent her over the edge, it was amplified by the fact that his thumb had found that sweet spot. Her back arched below him, pressing her hips back against him as her final moan slipped from her lips. Her arms slipped around him to hold him close as she lifted herself up just enough to capture his lips in a heated kiss. She could feel those tears, the ones that had come with that overwhelming feeling. She felt as they leaked out, slipping from her eyes but thankfully hidden from him as she kissed him. At least she was hoping they were, she had never cried after sex before she felt ridiculous doing it now.
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When he felt her come undone, tightening around him, holding onto him, kissing him, it was impossible to hold back his own release, and he rocked into her a few more times before he came, too. One hand came up to cup the side of her face as they kissed, the other arm bent at the elbow next to her and keeping him from crushing her. He felt the warm moisture fall against his thumb and he pulled back from the kiss to look at her.
She was crying? Was that... good? A simple release of emotions considering the intensity of what they felt for one another? He was hoping that was the case. He wasn't going to say anything about it though and instead just brushed his lips against her cheeks near the corners of her eyes, catching the tears and kissing them away. "My love," he murmured, whisper soft, against her skin.