Post by Zoe Harris on Jun 11, 2011 13:06:45 GMT -6
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Zoe could count on one hand the amount of times she'd let some guy carry her around in her adult life. Even after centuries and centuries of being her own person, it still chapped her to have to rely on someone else.
Thankfully though, she had enough brains to know when she was beat and when it was time to let some of the starch out of her seams. Tonight was definitely one of those nights and strangely... It didn't feel all that bad to hold on to Darius and let him take over.
Maybe she'd taken a blow to the head that she didn't know about because that was so not typical Zoe Harris. Her own father had accused her of being Miss Hard Ass of the first order but here she was... Making like Damsel in Distress to Darius White Knight.
And then he had to crack off with that deep breath comment and make Zoe wondered just how wise this all was. After all, she did hold the poor dudes contract in her hands so if he offed her in the mean time... That would make his contract null and void, wouldn't it?
However, before she had time to let panic sink in, they were moving. The worlds they were moving THROUGH wasn't exactly one that she was familiar with but HEY... at least she wasn't one of the dead people she saw hovering all over the place. That had to be some sort of improvement, right? RIGHT!
Then suddenly, with a loud "POP", they were back in her appartment. Thank the bloody gods.
Finding herself deposited haphazardly on her couch, Zoe winced and took a deep breath. Slanting Darius a glance out of the corner of her eye, she was surprised to find him breathing heavily and looking a bit like death warmed over. Frowning, she went over everything she knew in her head about his contract. Which was really about nill except for what Hades told her. A trip like that should NOT have exhausted him to this point unless his power were bound in some way. It would be just like Hades to do something like that, the goddess thought to herself with a sigh. Maybe that was yet another thing she could help him out with.
For the moment though....
Reaching out with one top of her black boot, she poked the pizza box towards him and then dropped her head back against the couch cushion. "Help yourself there, demi boy... Might as well enjoy it before it goes to waste... " she said, closing her eyes and trying to gather herself.
A few minutes later, she felt strong enough to drag herself off of the couch and stagger towards the bedroom. The smell of black magic and smoke clung to her like the smell of rotten eggs on a windshield and it was making her stomach twitch. With that in mind and knowing she wasn't going to recharge until she had the filth off of her, she tugged the leather jacket from her lean frame and tossed it on the coffee table on her way by. Used to keeping her company, she continued undressing even as she went and didn't even bother to shut the bedroom door after making it inside. In fact, she just made it to her bed in time to collapse on it and kick off her heavy biker boots. Man, she loved the damned things but they were a real bitch to get out of when you felt like a horse run hard and put away wet. Finally though, she managed the task and got herself into the bathroom.
As soon as the hot water hit her naked flesh Zoe immediately felt close to human. Well, at least as close as a goddess living in the mortal world could be. The heat eased her aching muscles and washed away the grime that had gathered on her exposed skin. Soon enough the smell of plumeria flowers from her one "girlie" indulgence took the place of the stink of magic and she slumped against the wall in relief.
Then, and only then, did she let the seriousness of the night set in and she felt her body start to shake. Son of Zeus's whore.... She'd come very close to dying tonight. A brush like that for a god or goddess was nothing to laugh at and Zoe was quiet aware that things could have backfired even worse than they did. It was only shear luck that she'd managed to contain most of that damned blast.
Finally, when the water ran cold and her skin began to feel like a prune, the caramel haired beauty climbed from the shower and wrapped a large towel around her body. A glance in the mirror showed a few new scrapes and bruises but they already looked to be healing well. Nothing that a good nights rest wouldn't cure. Thank all the gods.
Stepping back out into her bedroom, she pasted the door and glanced out in the living room. Darius was still there and his presence was somehow... reassuring. Reassuring? SERIOUSLY? Man, maybe she needed to see a doctor after all.
"Showers all yours, reaper man.... I'd let the water heat a bit first though... I think I hogged it all."
"You call me 'demi boy,' and I'll go back to Little Cupid," He grumbled, pushing himself upright to eyeball the pizza in front of him. Now that he was Zoe-free and able to sit down for a few minutes, he was quickly going back to normal, instead eyeing her with a raised brow. She was the wounded one; why was she trying to feed him? If anything, she should be curled up on that damned couch, passed out. Why was she keeping herself awake?
He got his answer a few seconds later, when she pushed herself up and walked toward the bathroom. He was half tempted to help her, maybe even carry her over there, since it was just the thing to do lately, but stopped himself. He'd known many women like her in his youth; the prideful, strong willed ones who laughed in the face of danger. His carrying her before must have irritated her pride like crazy, and since she hadn't asked for his help...well, if she fell on her face, he would react then.
The image of the normally cheeky demigod kissing the tile floor made him chuckle, as he reached for a slice of pizza. He only allowed himself a bite when the bathroom door closed fully and before he knew it, half the pie was gone. Gods, but that stuff was delicious! And not to mention that the last time Hades permitted him to eat anything was sometime turing the Free Love period of the 60's...
His stomach cramped, but he rode it out, shoving as much food into his mouth as he could. Finally, when he was sated, he leaned back in his chair and glanced around. The house was less...flamboyant than he would have expected from the girl. Then again, he guessed that most of her 'in your face' persona was a means to keep others at arm's length, unless she specifically invited them in. It was the bane of being a god, he supposed; those raging social issues.
He glanced up just as she was exiting the bathroom and he felt every muscle in his body go tight. Oh...she'd just been in the shower, hadn't she? Naked, wet, water dripping down to places he wouldn't mind touching himself...oh Gods, that was definitely a pain that wouldn't go away easy. Growling, he stood and hurried to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
"I don't think cold water's going to be a problem," He muttered to himself, stripping out of his dirty clothes and hopping in. His teeth clenched against the icy spray, but it was either that or walking toward Zoe with a full blown tent in his front pocket. He had a feeling that neither of them would be too appreciative of the sight.
A few minutes later, he came out; wet and dressed in only his jeans. Thanks to her being his new lord and crazy-ass, she could probably see the shackles around his neck and wrists and he bit back the urge to...Gods, he didn't know, cover them somehow? Not juvenile at all.
"Thanks for the towel, by the way. Do you think I could use your washer machine? My shirt smells like soot and burnt garbage."
Well, if the heat in that look could warm the room, they'd both be baking. Pausing in midstep, Zoe found herself swallowing hard as an answer heat started in her middle. For a moment, all she could do is start at the other demigod before her eyes dropped and wandered over lean, hard plains. When she realized what she was doing, she jerked her gaze up but luckily.. Darius hadn't seem to notice her roving attention. Thank the Gods. That would have been just a tad bit to embarassing to try to explain her way out of.
"I'mma just going to go.. Um.... GET DRESSED! Yeah, thats it! Help yourself to the water!" she fairly squeaked before darting into her bedroom and heading for her huge walk in closet to dress. Stepping inside, she sorted through her clothing for a long time before pulling a pair of athletic pants and a tshirt from the drawer and putting them on. Ok, so maybe she was hiding a bit but Darius had to go through her bedroom into the shower so .. It didn't realy count if you were dressing,right? Right.
When she finally heard the water going, she slinked out of the closet and headed stiffly for the outer room. Grabbing a beer from the fridge along with her lap top and cell, she made a nest on the couch and got herself situated for the moment. Then, she placed the call to Wulf to fill him in and was just hanging up when the bathroom door opened and her new "roomie" stepped out.
Glancing upwards, she opened her mouth to reply to his question but found herself gaping at him like a teenage fangirl at VIP signing. Shit, it really outta be illegal to be that damned sexy. Seriously, if Armani could bottle whatever it was that Darius had.. They'd never have to run another ad campaign.
"Um... er.. Yeah, its downstairs though... Just.. go down the stairs and take a left and you'll see them. Right before the door leading into the store...." she said absently before taking in the bigger picture and blinking at the shackles. OK, she'd always been considered kinky but that was going to far for even her. Those damned things weren't even lined with fuzzies! Oh Yeah, her uncle was a fucking sadist.
Frowning, Zoe stared hard at the metal for a long moment before glancing at the sphora case. If she was the "owner" of the contract... that should mean she should be able to do anything she wanted with him, right? If so, the logic would stand... Turning her attention back to the other demigod, the chocolate haired beauty pushed to her feet and barefooted it over to where he stood. She could immediately see the wariness in his eyes but she rolled her own as she reached for the metal. "Don't flatter yourself, reaper man... I only take willing men to my bed. I just wanna try something..."
Turning her attention on the manacle, Zoe reached out with her magic and put all her wish into a silent command. As she did so, the lock popped and the metal sprang free of its latch. Crowing happily, the goddess didn't even glance up at him as he did the same to the other and then turned her attention to the one around his neck. That one though, she instictively knew was going to be harder.
Frowning, she moved in closer until she could smell his scent and had to bit back a groan. The stiffness in his body told her that he was barely holding on to his calm so she didn't suppose he'd react well if she licked him like a popsicle. Oh no.. that probably wouldn't go over well at all.
"Just... Hold still, all right?? I am going to try something but if you freak, I'm going to take a cast iron skillet to your ass." she said, voice going husky as she glanced upward and then smirked. "This lock isn't going to come free quite so easy so... Just.. hold still!"
Then, going up on her tiptoes, she put her hands up on his shoulders and leaned into his body. Angling her own face, she brought her lips within inches of the body warm steel and then blew gently. The audible click of the latch was her reward. "Gotcha!" she whispered triumphantly even as she started to pull away. "Welcome to freedom, reaper man..."
Zoe could count on one hand the amount of times she'd let some guy carry her around in her adult life. Even after centuries and centuries of being her own person, it still chapped her to have to rely on someone else.
Thankfully though, she had enough brains to know when she was beat and when it was time to let some of the starch out of her seams. Tonight was definitely one of those nights and strangely... It didn't feel all that bad to hold on to Darius and let him take over.
Maybe she'd taken a blow to the head that she didn't know about because that was so not typical Zoe Harris. Her own father had accused her of being Miss Hard Ass of the first order but here she was... Making like Damsel in Distress to Darius White Knight.
And then he had to crack off with that deep breath comment and make Zoe wondered just how wise this all was. After all, she did hold the poor dudes contract in her hands so if he offed her in the mean time... That would make his contract null and void, wouldn't it?
However, before she had time to let panic sink in, they were moving. The worlds they were moving THROUGH wasn't exactly one that she was familiar with but HEY... at least she wasn't one of the dead people she saw hovering all over the place. That had to be some sort of improvement, right? RIGHT!
Then suddenly, with a loud "POP", they were back in her appartment. Thank the bloody gods.
Finding herself deposited haphazardly on her couch, Zoe winced and took a deep breath. Slanting Darius a glance out of the corner of her eye, she was surprised to find him breathing heavily and looking a bit like death warmed over. Frowning, she went over everything she knew in her head about his contract. Which was really about nill except for what Hades told her. A trip like that should NOT have exhausted him to this point unless his power were bound in some way. It would be just like Hades to do something like that, the goddess thought to herself with a sigh. Maybe that was yet another thing she could help him out with.
For the moment though....
Reaching out with one top of her black boot, she poked the pizza box towards him and then dropped her head back against the couch cushion. "Help yourself there, demi boy... Might as well enjoy it before it goes to waste... " she said, closing her eyes and trying to gather herself.
A few minutes later, she felt strong enough to drag herself off of the couch and stagger towards the bedroom. The smell of black magic and smoke clung to her like the smell of rotten eggs on a windshield and it was making her stomach twitch. With that in mind and knowing she wasn't going to recharge until she had the filth off of her, she tugged the leather jacket from her lean frame and tossed it on the coffee table on her way by. Used to keeping her company, she continued undressing even as she went and didn't even bother to shut the bedroom door after making it inside. In fact, she just made it to her bed in time to collapse on it and kick off her heavy biker boots. Man, she loved the damned things but they were a real bitch to get out of when you felt like a horse run hard and put away wet. Finally though, she managed the task and got herself into the bathroom.
As soon as the hot water hit her naked flesh Zoe immediately felt close to human. Well, at least as close as a goddess living in the mortal world could be. The heat eased her aching muscles and washed away the grime that had gathered on her exposed skin. Soon enough the smell of plumeria flowers from her one "girlie" indulgence took the place of the stink of magic and she slumped against the wall in relief.
Then, and only then, did she let the seriousness of the night set in and she felt her body start to shake. Son of Zeus's whore.... She'd come very close to dying tonight. A brush like that for a god or goddess was nothing to laugh at and Zoe was quiet aware that things could have backfired even worse than they did. It was only shear luck that she'd managed to contain most of that damned blast.
Finally, when the water ran cold and her skin began to feel like a prune, the caramel haired beauty climbed from the shower and wrapped a large towel around her body. A glance in the mirror showed a few new scrapes and bruises but they already looked to be healing well. Nothing that a good nights rest wouldn't cure. Thank all the gods.
Stepping back out into her bedroom, she pasted the door and glanced out in the living room. Darius was still there and his presence was somehow... reassuring. Reassuring? SERIOUSLY? Man, maybe she needed to see a doctor after all.
"Showers all yours, reaper man.... I'd let the water heat a bit first though... I think I hogged it all."
"You call me 'demi boy,' and I'll go back to Little Cupid," He grumbled, pushing himself upright to eyeball the pizza in front of him. Now that he was Zoe-free and able to sit down for a few minutes, he was quickly going back to normal, instead eyeing her with a raised brow. She was the wounded one; why was she trying to feed him? If anything, she should be curled up on that damned couch, passed out. Why was she keeping herself awake?
He got his answer a few seconds later, when she pushed herself up and walked toward the bathroom. He was half tempted to help her, maybe even carry her over there, since it was just the thing to do lately, but stopped himself. He'd known many women like her in his youth; the prideful, strong willed ones who laughed in the face of danger. His carrying her before must have irritated her pride like crazy, and since she hadn't asked for his help...well, if she fell on her face, he would react then.
The image of the normally cheeky demigod kissing the tile floor made him chuckle, as he reached for a slice of pizza. He only allowed himself a bite when the bathroom door closed fully and before he knew it, half the pie was gone. Gods, but that stuff was delicious! And not to mention that the last time Hades permitted him to eat anything was sometime turing the Free Love period of the 60's...
His stomach cramped, but he rode it out, shoving as much food into his mouth as he could. Finally, when he was sated, he leaned back in his chair and glanced around. The house was less...flamboyant than he would have expected from the girl. Then again, he guessed that most of her 'in your face' persona was a means to keep others at arm's length, unless she specifically invited them in. It was the bane of being a god, he supposed; those raging social issues.
He glanced up just as she was exiting the bathroom and he felt every muscle in his body go tight. Oh...she'd just been in the shower, hadn't she? Naked, wet, water dripping down to places he wouldn't mind touching himself...oh Gods, that was definitely a pain that wouldn't go away easy. Growling, he stood and hurried to the bathroom, slamming the door shut.
"I don't think cold water's going to be a problem," He muttered to himself, stripping out of his dirty clothes and hopping in. His teeth clenched against the icy spray, but it was either that or walking toward Zoe with a full blown tent in his front pocket. He had a feeling that neither of them would be too appreciative of the sight.
A few minutes later, he came out; wet and dressed in only his jeans. Thanks to her being his new lord and crazy-ass, she could probably see the shackles around his neck and wrists and he bit back the urge to...Gods, he didn't know, cover them somehow? Not juvenile at all.
"Thanks for the towel, by the way. Do you think I could use your washer machine? My shirt smells like soot and burnt garbage."
Well, if the heat in that look could warm the room, they'd both be baking. Pausing in midstep, Zoe found herself swallowing hard as an answer heat started in her middle. For a moment, all she could do is start at the other demigod before her eyes dropped and wandered over lean, hard plains. When she realized what she was doing, she jerked her gaze up but luckily.. Darius hadn't seem to notice her roving attention. Thank the Gods. That would have been just a tad bit to embarassing to try to explain her way out of.
"I'mma just going to go.. Um.... GET DRESSED! Yeah, thats it! Help yourself to the water!" she fairly squeaked before darting into her bedroom and heading for her huge walk in closet to dress. Stepping inside, she sorted through her clothing for a long time before pulling a pair of athletic pants and a tshirt from the drawer and putting them on. Ok, so maybe she was hiding a bit but Darius had to go through her bedroom into the shower so .. It didn't realy count if you were dressing,right? Right.
When she finally heard the water going, she slinked out of the closet and headed stiffly for the outer room. Grabbing a beer from the fridge along with her lap top and cell, she made a nest on the couch and got herself situated for the moment. Then, she placed the call to Wulf to fill him in and was just hanging up when the bathroom door opened and her new "roomie" stepped out.
Glancing upwards, she opened her mouth to reply to his question but found herself gaping at him like a teenage fangirl at VIP signing. Shit, it really outta be illegal to be that damned sexy. Seriously, if Armani could bottle whatever it was that Darius had.. They'd never have to run another ad campaign.
"Um... er.. Yeah, its downstairs though... Just.. go down the stairs and take a left and you'll see them. Right before the door leading into the store...." she said absently before taking in the bigger picture and blinking at the shackles. OK, she'd always been considered kinky but that was going to far for even her. Those damned things weren't even lined with fuzzies! Oh Yeah, her uncle was a fucking sadist.
Frowning, Zoe stared hard at the metal for a long moment before glancing at the sphora case. If she was the "owner" of the contract... that should mean she should be able to do anything she wanted with him, right? If so, the logic would stand... Turning her attention back to the other demigod, the chocolate haired beauty pushed to her feet and barefooted it over to where he stood. She could immediately see the wariness in his eyes but she rolled her own as she reached for the metal. "Don't flatter yourself, reaper man... I only take willing men to my bed. I just wanna try something..."
Turning her attention on the manacle, Zoe reached out with her magic and put all her wish into a silent command. As she did so, the lock popped and the metal sprang free of its latch. Crowing happily, the goddess didn't even glance up at him as he did the same to the other and then turned her attention to the one around his neck. That one though, she instictively knew was going to be harder.
Frowning, she moved in closer until she could smell his scent and had to bit back a groan. The stiffness in his body told her that he was barely holding on to his calm so she didn't suppose he'd react well if she licked him like a popsicle. Oh no.. that probably wouldn't go over well at all.
"Just... Hold still, all right?? I am going to try something but if you freak, I'm going to take a cast iron skillet to your ass." she said, voice going husky as she glanced upward and then smirked. "This lock isn't going to come free quite so easy so... Just.. hold still!"
Then, going up on her tiptoes, she put her hands up on his shoulders and leaned into his body. Angling her own face, she brought her lips within inches of the body warm steel and then blew gently. The audible click of the latch was her reward. "Gotcha!" she whispered triumphantly even as she started to pull away. "Welcome to freedom, reaper man..."
