((Contains reference to adult activity.))
November 15th, 2012 - Afternoon
Despite a disturbed night, a summoning, a bargain, an awkward phone call to Dean, and a day of classes, when Ayden got back to her dorm room in the early afternoon, she felt agitated. Sam and Hope were out and about, trying to pinpoint the location of any of the Fates with various methods they were uneasy about sharing with her for whatever reason. Gina was helping spread the rumor of Ayden's break up with Cole, which had actually been a pretty comfortable conversation. Nothing had gone horribly wrong. So why was she feeling so ill at ease"
Stupid question, of course. She knew exactly why she was feeling so agitated, and it could be summed up in a single word - Ares. Without giving much thought to the consequences, she had agreed to bear him a child at some point over the next few years, and now she was alone, she couldn't help wondering about that. Not so much the fact of having a baby herself, but how he was going to manage it. Would he really want to degrade himself by sleeping with her to achieve that end" And more to the point, why did the thought of him sleeping with her make her blush' Ayden had never felt like this, certainly not after one meeting, one kiss. Restless and uncomfortable in her skin, she made for the bathroom, intending to make the most of having the dorm room to herself for the next few hours and actually force herself to relax.
But with the hot shower beating down on her, she was reminded of the heavy atmosphere of the Amazon, of hazel eyes holding her captive with one look, of a strong arm about her waist and soft, passionate lips against her own. It was ridiculous to be so fixated, and yet she made no attempt to stop herself from enjoying the memory of that kiss as she lingered beneath the spray of hot water, hands wandering to make the most of that enjoyment until, completely without thinking, she released the one word she should have kept locked up in such a situation. "Ares ..."
As promised, he came at her bidding without question or hesitation, though she might not have actively summoned him. It was not a matter of only speaking his name, but of wanting him or needing his presence. There was something that had bound them together when she'd agreed to his terms and he'd put his mark on her, something inexplicable that could not be explained. It wasn't a spell exactly, and it wasn't exactly love - not yet - but he had marked her as belonging to him, and woe betide any other man, mortal or immortal, who dared challenge that claim. Fortunately for her, he did not appear in the shower, but just outside it, his voice distinctly belonging only to him. "Ayden," he acknowledged, realizing almost immediately that she was in no danger. Why, then, had she summoned him"
He could have gone unnoticed, if he hadn't actually spoken to her. As it was, having the object of a fantasy appear without warning just on the other side of a very flimsy shower curtain did not do wonders for her composure. Ayden let out a mortified squeak of shock, her body spasming in a disappointed jump as she just missed. And as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, her foot slipped as she settled again, sending her crashing toward the unforgiving cradle of the bath as her hands flailed for something, anything, to cover herself with.
As startled by her reaction as she was to his sudden appearance, he was quick enough to catch her in his arms before she came crashing down, half-covered in a flimsy shower curtain that did little to hide her from his sharp eyes. He had seen plenty of woman - mortal and otherwise - naked before. He had, in fact, slept with several who had born him various children, but all of that had happened a very long time ago, and he'd been alone ever since, until now.
Flushed, embarrassed, and distractingly aware of his hands on her bare back as he kept her from falling, Ayden swallowed the urge to fight back and let herself be rescued from the humiliating slip, making a mental note to buy an opaque shower curtain at the first opportunity. The clear one that was currently the only thing protecting her assets from that piercing gaze of his was not anywhere near enough to save her blushes. Caught against him, she bit her lip hard, fighting not to stammer as she found her voice. "Nice reflexes."
"You called me," he explained, realizing she was in no danger, though he made no move to let go of her just yet, not until he understood why she had summoned him. He met her gaze, smokey eyes staring into hers. No matter how many lovers he might have had over the years, women were still a bit of an puzzle to him.
"No, I didn't!" Because of course he was going to believe that. She blushed a darker shade of red, wriggling awkwardly in his arms as she dropped her gaze. "Uh ....you should probably let go," she managed to say without stuttering, hoping she would be able to keep her feet under her when he did.
"You did," he insisted, though he did comply with her request and set her on her feet. He saw no reason to turn his eyes away from her, considering she had promised herself to him, after all. It was only a matter of time. "I distinctly heard you call me, but you do not seem to be in any danger. Was there something you needed?"
"Not intentionally!" Safely put down somewhere she wasn't going to have her feet flip out from underneath her again, Ayden squeezed her eyes shut to avoid seeing the look in his eyes as she discarded the shower curtain and groped for her towel, tucking the woefully inadequate piece of material around herself before she opened her eyes again. "As you can see, I'm not in any danger. I'm perfectly fine. Thank you."
She might have grabbed the towel, but not quickly enough to hide herself from him completely. He arched a brow at her sudden show of modesty, wondering why she was so ashamed of her beauty, rather than proud of it. He reached over to touch her wet hair and push it away from a bare shoulder. "You mortals wear too many clothes." Yes, he knew the practicality of it, but it was such an inconvenience to be always putting them on and taking them off.
"Well, we don't have the luxury of being able to ignore the elements," she offered, trying without much success to ignore the tingle his touch, however brief, left on her skin. Was it a spell" Or was this something natural, her own reaction to being around him' How could she tell" "But, uh, you know, I'm all fine. I-I inadvertently said your name, I didn't mean to call you, so ....you just scoot on back to what you were doing."
"What is this contraption?" he asked, as he looked past her to the bathtub and shower, though it was fairly simple to figure out. It seemed to be some sort of contraption which would simulate a waterfall, he presumed for the purpose of bathing. He ignored her request that he leave, knowing that whether she had consciously summoned him or not, something inside her had desired his presence.
November 15th, 2012 - Afternoon
Despite a disturbed night, a summoning, a bargain, an awkward phone call to Dean, and a day of classes, when Ayden got back to her dorm room in the early afternoon, she felt agitated. Sam and Hope were out and about, trying to pinpoint the location of any of the Fates with various methods they were uneasy about sharing with her for whatever reason. Gina was helping spread the rumor of Ayden's break up with Cole, which had actually been a pretty comfortable conversation. Nothing had gone horribly wrong. So why was she feeling so ill at ease"
Stupid question, of course. She knew exactly why she was feeling so agitated, and it could be summed up in a single word - Ares. Without giving much thought to the consequences, she had agreed to bear him a child at some point over the next few years, and now she was alone, she couldn't help wondering about that. Not so much the fact of having a baby herself, but how he was going to manage it. Would he really want to degrade himself by sleeping with her to achieve that end" And more to the point, why did the thought of him sleeping with her make her blush' Ayden had never felt like this, certainly not after one meeting, one kiss. Restless and uncomfortable in her skin, she made for the bathroom, intending to make the most of having the dorm room to herself for the next few hours and actually force herself to relax.
But with the hot shower beating down on her, she was reminded of the heavy atmosphere of the Amazon, of hazel eyes holding her captive with one look, of a strong arm about her waist and soft, passionate lips against her own. It was ridiculous to be so fixated, and yet she made no attempt to stop herself from enjoying the memory of that kiss as she lingered beneath the spray of hot water, hands wandering to make the most of that enjoyment until, completely without thinking, she released the one word she should have kept locked up in such a situation. "Ares ..."
As promised, he came at her bidding without question or hesitation, though she might not have actively summoned him. It was not a matter of only speaking his name, but of wanting him or needing his presence. There was something that had bound them together when she'd agreed to his terms and he'd put his mark on her, something inexplicable that could not be explained. It wasn't a spell exactly, and it wasn't exactly love - not yet - but he had marked her as belonging to him, and woe betide any other man, mortal or immortal, who dared challenge that claim. Fortunately for her, he did not appear in the shower, but just outside it, his voice distinctly belonging only to him. "Ayden," he acknowledged, realizing almost immediately that she was in no danger. Why, then, had she summoned him"
He could have gone unnoticed, if he hadn't actually spoken to her. As it was, having the object of a fantasy appear without warning just on the other side of a very flimsy shower curtain did not do wonders for her composure. Ayden let out a mortified squeak of shock, her body spasming in a disappointed jump as she just missed. And as if that wasn't embarrassing enough, her foot slipped as she settled again, sending her crashing toward the unforgiving cradle of the bath as her hands flailed for something, anything, to cover herself with.
As startled by her reaction as she was to his sudden appearance, he was quick enough to catch her in his arms before she came crashing down, half-covered in a flimsy shower curtain that did little to hide her from his sharp eyes. He had seen plenty of woman - mortal and otherwise - naked before. He had, in fact, slept with several who had born him various children, but all of that had happened a very long time ago, and he'd been alone ever since, until now.
Flushed, embarrassed, and distractingly aware of his hands on her bare back as he kept her from falling, Ayden swallowed the urge to fight back and let herself be rescued from the humiliating slip, making a mental note to buy an opaque shower curtain at the first opportunity. The clear one that was currently the only thing protecting her assets from that piercing gaze of his was not anywhere near enough to save her blushes. Caught against him, she bit her lip hard, fighting not to stammer as she found her voice. "Nice reflexes."
"You called me," he explained, realizing she was in no danger, though he made no move to let go of her just yet, not until he understood why she had summoned him. He met her gaze, smokey eyes staring into hers. No matter how many lovers he might have had over the years, women were still a bit of an puzzle to him.
"No, I didn't!" Because of course he was going to believe that. She blushed a darker shade of red, wriggling awkwardly in his arms as she dropped her gaze. "Uh ....you should probably let go," she managed to say without stuttering, hoping she would be able to keep her feet under her when he did.
"You did," he insisted, though he did comply with her request and set her on her feet. He saw no reason to turn his eyes away from her, considering she had promised herself to him, after all. It was only a matter of time. "I distinctly heard you call me, but you do not seem to be in any danger. Was there something you needed?"
"Not intentionally!" Safely put down somewhere she wasn't going to have her feet flip out from underneath her again, Ayden squeezed her eyes shut to avoid seeing the look in his eyes as she discarded the shower curtain and groped for her towel, tucking the woefully inadequate piece of material around herself before she opened her eyes again. "As you can see, I'm not in any danger. I'm perfectly fine. Thank you."
She might have grabbed the towel, but not quickly enough to hide herself from him completely. He arched a brow at her sudden show of modesty, wondering why she was so ashamed of her beauty, rather than proud of it. He reached over to touch her wet hair and push it away from a bare shoulder. "You mortals wear too many clothes." Yes, he knew the practicality of it, but it was such an inconvenience to be always putting them on and taking them off.
"Well, we don't have the luxury of being able to ignore the elements," she offered, trying without much success to ignore the tingle his touch, however brief, left on her skin. Was it a spell" Or was this something natural, her own reaction to being around him' How could she tell" "But, uh, you know, I'm all fine. I-I inadvertently said your name, I didn't mean to call you, so ....you just scoot on back to what you were doing."
"What is this contraption?" he asked, as he looked past her to the bathtub and shower, though it was fairly simple to figure out. It seemed to be some sort of contraption which would simulate a waterfall, he presumed for the purpose of bathing. He ignored her request that he leave, knowing that whether she had consciously summoned him or not, something inside her had desired his presence.