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It was a chilly night in Cairo, at an hour in which most reasonable people would be asleep for the following day. But in a tavern, there were two people that were less reasonable than most, just enjoying drink, a good conversation and each other’s company.
The night has been wild; the modest tavern seemed to have a festival, with all the songs, drinking and laughter that ensued, of which the Greek bard Hesiodos brought, and the Bedoan dancer Neena helped bring. It all began with him telling some stories about far off lands and insane situations, with her adding to it to add credibility, and then it evolved in song and dance and merriment, until everyone was so drunk that they either decided to call it a night and go home, or just pass out where they stood.
Only Neena, Hesiodos and the barkeep, who was practically falling asleep on the bar, but fought to stay awake because the remaining patrons kept paying their tab, remained there, surrounded by knocked out patrons that would no doubt wake up with a terrible hangover. The sand-haired Taengean, quite drunk and high because of the herbs that were passed around, wearing his wine red tunic with his golden brooch in the form of a songbird, brought a mug of ale to his lip and sighed, “…And then I never saw him again. It was such a shame. He had a nice ass and I genuinely liked him, but you know how Hermes dictates that we must keep wandering.”
Hesiodos looked at the dark skinned beauty before him with a certain look. She has been one of his closest friends for years, even if they were apart for a long while, and it was someone he could trust with his life. He loved her to bits, and having crossed paths again was a blessing. He raised a his mug for a toast, “For nice asses!”, he laughed before downing the rest of his ale.
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It was a chilly night in Cairo, at an hour in which most reasonable people would be asleep for the following day. But in a tavern, there were two people that were less reasonable than most, just enjoying drink, a good conversation and each other’s company.
The night has been wild; the modest tavern seemed to have a festival, with all the songs, drinking and laughter that ensued, of which the Greek bard Hesiodos brought, and the Bedoan dancer Neena helped bring. It all began with him telling some stories about far off lands and insane situations, with her adding to it to add credibility, and then it evolved in song and dance and merriment, until everyone was so drunk that they either decided to call it a night and go home, or just pass out where they stood.
Only Neena, Hesiodos and the barkeep, who was practically falling asleep on the bar, but fought to stay awake because the remaining patrons kept paying their tab, remained there, surrounded by knocked out patrons that would no doubt wake up with a terrible hangover. The sand-haired Taengean, quite drunk and high because of the herbs that were passed around, wearing his wine red tunic with his golden brooch in the form of a songbird, brought a mug of ale to his lip and sighed, “…And then I never saw him again. It was such a shame. He had a nice ass and I genuinely liked him, but you know how Hermes dictates that we must keep wandering.”
Hesiodos looked at the dark skinned beauty before him with a certain look. She has been one of his closest friends for years, even if they were apart for a long while, and it was someone he could trust with his life. He loved her to bits, and having crossed paths again was a blessing. He raised a his mug for a toast, “For nice asses!”, he laughed before downing the rest of his ale.
It was a chilly night in Cairo, at an hour in which most reasonable people would be asleep for the following day. But in a tavern, there were two people that were less reasonable than most, just enjoying drink, a good conversation and each other’s company.
The night has been wild; the modest tavern seemed to have a festival, with all the songs, drinking and laughter that ensued, of which the Greek bard Hesiodos brought, and the Bedoan dancer Neena helped bring. It all began with him telling some stories about far off lands and insane situations, with her adding to it to add credibility, and then it evolved in song and dance and merriment, until everyone was so drunk that they either decided to call it a night and go home, or just pass out where they stood.
Only Neena, Hesiodos and the barkeep, who was practically falling asleep on the bar, but fought to stay awake because the remaining patrons kept paying their tab, remained there, surrounded by knocked out patrons that would no doubt wake up with a terrible hangover. The sand-haired Taengean, quite drunk and high because of the herbs that were passed around, wearing his wine red tunic with his golden brooch in the form of a songbird, brought a mug of ale to his lip and sighed, “…And then I never saw him again. It was such a shame. He had a nice ass and I genuinely liked him, but you know how Hermes dictates that we must keep wandering.”
Hesiodos looked at the dark skinned beauty before him with a certain look. She has been one of his closest friends for years, even if they were apart for a long while, and it was someone he could trust with his life. He loved her to bits, and having crossed paths again was a blessing. He raised a his mug for a toast, “For nice asses!”, he laughed before downing the rest of his ale.
Neena wasn't entirely sure what time it is. Or where she was. Or if the feet she was currently look at were her own or someone else's... Her forehead was braced on the bar of the tavern that she thought might possibly be in Cairo and her gaze focused on brown little digits that seemed to wiggle whenever she thought they should.
Yep. They were her toes.
One mystery solved.
It was Hesiodos' voice that had her raising her head and turning her attention on to another. Normally, she would have listened to his stories with the greatest of attentions and revelled in his way with words and skill of story wielding. She was Hesiodos' biggest fan as well as his best friend and never shied from such a cause of her life. But tonight, she was a little too out of it - with smoke and with drink - to pay too close attention to the tragic love story he was painting before her eyes. Instead, her gaze had dropped from his eyes and mouth where she had been trying to focus on his words and moved to look towards his tunic. Her brow came down and her eyes narrowed blurrily as she pointed with the hand that still held her mug of ale and sent a miniature tsunami of drink across the tavern's wide bar. Her index finger stretched out towards Hesiodos' clothes, ignoring his admittedly hilarious toast to nicely shaped buttocks' and instead tittering on a joke she had found for herself in her drunken haze.
"Do you wear that colour, just so people won't notice when you spill your wine?" She asked her friend, somehow finding this query to be insanely hilarious and starting to giggle and then laugh with a throaty chuckle that she tried to suppress by biting into her lower lip. Her cheeks splayed in little puffs around the laughter, as she glanced at the contents of her mug - which was long gone and seemed positively outraged that someone had emptied the vessel.
"Someone drunked all my drank!" She insisted with venom and surprise, peering at the dregs in the cup, one eye closed in the effort and what remained of her beverage trailing over her wrist. She dropped the cup immediately, sending the last of the dribbles splattering everywhere and brought her hand up to lick the ale from her wrist, her giggles returning...
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Neena wasn't entirely sure what time it is. Or where she was. Or if the feet she was currently look at were her own or someone else's... Her forehead was braced on the bar of the tavern that she thought might possibly be in Cairo and her gaze focused on brown little digits that seemed to wiggle whenever she thought they should.
Yep. They were her toes.
One mystery solved.
It was Hesiodos' voice that had her raising her head and turning her attention on to another. Normally, she would have listened to his stories with the greatest of attentions and revelled in his way with words and skill of story wielding. She was Hesiodos' biggest fan as well as his best friend and never shied from such a cause of her life. But tonight, she was a little too out of it - with smoke and with drink - to pay too close attention to the tragic love story he was painting before her eyes. Instead, her gaze had dropped from his eyes and mouth where she had been trying to focus on his words and moved to look towards his tunic. Her brow came down and her eyes narrowed blurrily as she pointed with the hand that still held her mug of ale and sent a miniature tsunami of drink across the tavern's wide bar. Her index finger stretched out towards Hesiodos' clothes, ignoring his admittedly hilarious toast to nicely shaped buttocks' and instead tittering on a joke she had found for herself in her drunken haze.
"Do you wear that colour, just so people won't notice when you spill your wine?" She asked her friend, somehow finding this query to be insanely hilarious and starting to giggle and then laugh with a throaty chuckle that she tried to suppress by biting into her lower lip. Her cheeks splayed in little puffs around the laughter, as she glanced at the contents of her mug - which was long gone and seemed positively outraged that someone had emptied the vessel.
"Someone drunked all my drank!" She insisted with venom and surprise, peering at the dregs in the cup, one eye closed in the effort and what remained of her beverage trailing over her wrist. She dropped the cup immediately, sending the last of the dribbles splattering everywhere and brought her hand up to lick the ale from her wrist, her giggles returning...
Neena wasn't entirely sure what time it is. Or where she was. Or if the feet she was currently look at were her own or someone else's... Her forehead was braced on the bar of the tavern that she thought might possibly be in Cairo and her gaze focused on brown little digits that seemed to wiggle whenever she thought they should.
Yep. They were her toes.
One mystery solved.
It was Hesiodos' voice that had her raising her head and turning her attention on to another. Normally, she would have listened to his stories with the greatest of attentions and revelled in his way with words and skill of story wielding. She was Hesiodos' biggest fan as well as his best friend and never shied from such a cause of her life. But tonight, she was a little too out of it - with smoke and with drink - to pay too close attention to the tragic love story he was painting before her eyes. Instead, her gaze had dropped from his eyes and mouth where she had been trying to focus on his words and moved to look towards his tunic. Her brow came down and her eyes narrowed blurrily as she pointed with the hand that still held her mug of ale and sent a miniature tsunami of drink across the tavern's wide bar. Her index finger stretched out towards Hesiodos' clothes, ignoring his admittedly hilarious toast to nicely shaped buttocks' and instead tittering on a joke she had found for herself in her drunken haze.
"Do you wear that colour, just so people won't notice when you spill your wine?" She asked her friend, somehow finding this query to be insanely hilarious and starting to giggle and then laugh with a throaty chuckle that she tried to suppress by biting into her lower lip. Her cheeks splayed in little puffs around the laughter, as she glanced at the contents of her mug - which was long gone and seemed positively outraged that someone had emptied the vessel.
"Someone drunked all my drank!" She insisted with venom and surprise, peering at the dregs in the cup, one eye closed in the effort and what remained of her beverage trailing over her wrist. She dropped the cup immediately, sending the last of the dribbles splattering everywhere and brought her hand up to lick the ale from her wrist, her giggles returning...
Hesiodos looked lazily at his friend with half closed eyes. She was beautiful, he thought. With an attractive lush body and a face worthy of a statue – Hesiodos has always wanted to sleep with her, but she rejected him enough to stop trying to insist. He didn’t mind, though… he still loved her in many ways, and enjoyed spending time with her.
He drummed his fingers lazily on the bar, trying to make a beat, and failing because he couldn’t keep up, and then he looked at his tunic. When Neena began to giggle, so did he, until he began to laugh heartedly, not caring to hide it. What she said was extremely hilarious, or at least his drunken mind thought so, and when he could finally catch his breath, he said, “Yes! That’s exactly why I do it! And because... did I ever tell you the joke about the pirate and his brown pants?”, he said with a smile, and just reminding the joke, he put his head on the bar to laugh his ass off.
He raised his head with eyes full of tears of joy and looked at her, but his face turned serious. Someone dranked her drink? That was outrageous! “What the fuck? This won’t stay this way… we must find that asshole and… wait, I promised you to not to liberally stab anyone. So, I’ll just… ask him to apologize. Yes, that!”, he said really proud of himself. This was progress!
The bard looked at her licking her wrist and smiled. He extended his arm all over her for an embrace and place a big kiss on the side of her face, before saying, “You’re my best friend, Neena. I love you so much”, and resting his head on her shoulder. This was the kind of moment he wished would never end.
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Hesiodos looked lazily at his friend with half closed eyes. She was beautiful, he thought. With an attractive lush body and a face worthy of a statue – Hesiodos has always wanted to sleep with her, but she rejected him enough to stop trying to insist. He didn’t mind, though… he still loved her in many ways, and enjoyed spending time with her.
He drummed his fingers lazily on the bar, trying to make a beat, and failing because he couldn’t keep up, and then he looked at his tunic. When Neena began to giggle, so did he, until he began to laugh heartedly, not caring to hide it. What she said was extremely hilarious, or at least his drunken mind thought so, and when he could finally catch his breath, he said, “Yes! That’s exactly why I do it! And because... did I ever tell you the joke about the pirate and his brown pants?”, he said with a smile, and just reminding the joke, he put his head on the bar to laugh his ass off.
He raised his head with eyes full of tears of joy and looked at her, but his face turned serious. Someone dranked her drink? That was outrageous! “What the fuck? This won’t stay this way… we must find that asshole and… wait, I promised you to not to liberally stab anyone. So, I’ll just… ask him to apologize. Yes, that!”, he said really proud of himself. This was progress!
The bard looked at her licking her wrist and smiled. He extended his arm all over her for an embrace and place a big kiss on the side of her face, before saying, “You’re my best friend, Neena. I love you so much”, and resting his head on her shoulder. This was the kind of moment he wished would never end.
Hesiodos looked lazily at his friend with half closed eyes. She was beautiful, he thought. With an attractive lush body and a face worthy of a statue – Hesiodos has always wanted to sleep with her, but she rejected him enough to stop trying to insist. He didn’t mind, though… he still loved her in many ways, and enjoyed spending time with her.
He drummed his fingers lazily on the bar, trying to make a beat, and failing because he couldn’t keep up, and then he looked at his tunic. When Neena began to giggle, so did he, until he began to laugh heartedly, not caring to hide it. What she said was extremely hilarious, or at least his drunken mind thought so, and when he could finally catch his breath, he said, “Yes! That’s exactly why I do it! And because... did I ever tell you the joke about the pirate and his brown pants?”, he said with a smile, and just reminding the joke, he put his head on the bar to laugh his ass off.
He raised his head with eyes full of tears of joy and looked at her, but his face turned serious. Someone dranked her drink? That was outrageous! “What the fuck? This won’t stay this way… we must find that asshole and… wait, I promised you to not to liberally stab anyone. So, I’ll just… ask him to apologize. Yes, that!”, he said really proud of himself. This was progress!
The bard looked at her licking her wrist and smiled. He extended his arm all over her for an embrace and place a big kiss on the side of her face, before saying, “You’re my best friend, Neena. I love you so much”, and resting his head on her shoulder. This was the kind of moment he wished would never end.
Neena couldn't help but giggle whenever her friend laughed and laugh whenever her friend giggled. It was just that kind of night. And whilst she was always a happy drunk, Hesiodos seemed to manage to be one as well. When intoxicated her friend was always extreme: happy, sad, angry... he was a man of bold emotions and big ideas. A creative from his soul to his soles.
That thought struck Neena as rather amusing and she started to titter to herself as Hesi pulled her close for a hug and gave her a smacking kiss on the cheek. The gesture was more affectionate than passionate because he was too drunk to get his arm totally right and he committed the act whilst making very loud sound effects.
Hiccoughing, Neena patted a hand upon Hesiodos' back and shoulder and murmured word of serenity.
"Okay, okay..." She murmured. "Love you too, boy. Now, I think it's time to get out of here before I make a mess and give Mr. happy barkeep his drinks back. But not in the cup!"
Man, she was hilarious when a little sloshed.
Taking a long and slow inhale to steady herself, Neena pushed Hesi gently back and then slid down from her tall seat at the bar. She then wobbled a little, her balance shot but her strong legs saving her from going over completely.
Leaving little coins upon the surface of the bar - coins that it took far longer than normal for her to count out into the correct value (which was also hard to determine when the barkeep was so tired that he could barely remember) - Neena took hold of Hesiodos' arm, her fingers curling around a roll of his tunic sleeve and headed to the exit. She had no idea where she was sleeping tonight but it couldn't be on the tavern's main floor. She knew, because she had asked. So, it was down to whatever cosy alleyway looked the snuggest. But first she had to get her friend back to his temporary residence without him threatening anyone else with a good stabbing...
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Neena couldn't help but giggle whenever her friend laughed and laugh whenever her friend giggled. It was just that kind of night. And whilst she was always a happy drunk, Hesiodos seemed to manage to be one as well. When intoxicated her friend was always extreme: happy, sad, angry... he was a man of bold emotions and big ideas. A creative from his soul to his soles.
That thought struck Neena as rather amusing and she started to titter to herself as Hesi pulled her close for a hug and gave her a smacking kiss on the cheek. The gesture was more affectionate than passionate because he was too drunk to get his arm totally right and he committed the act whilst making very loud sound effects.
Hiccoughing, Neena patted a hand upon Hesiodos' back and shoulder and murmured word of serenity.
"Okay, okay..." She murmured. "Love you too, boy. Now, I think it's time to get out of here before I make a mess and give Mr. happy barkeep his drinks back. But not in the cup!"
Man, she was hilarious when a little sloshed.
Taking a long and slow inhale to steady herself, Neena pushed Hesi gently back and then slid down from her tall seat at the bar. She then wobbled a little, her balance shot but her strong legs saving her from going over completely.
Leaving little coins upon the surface of the bar - coins that it took far longer than normal for her to count out into the correct value (which was also hard to determine when the barkeep was so tired that he could barely remember) - Neena took hold of Hesiodos' arm, her fingers curling around a roll of his tunic sleeve and headed to the exit. She had no idea where she was sleeping tonight but it couldn't be on the tavern's main floor. She knew, because she had asked. So, it was down to whatever cosy alleyway looked the snuggest. But first she had to get her friend back to his temporary residence without him threatening anyone else with a good stabbing...
Neena couldn't help but giggle whenever her friend laughed and laugh whenever her friend giggled. It was just that kind of night. And whilst she was always a happy drunk, Hesiodos seemed to manage to be one as well. When intoxicated her friend was always extreme: happy, sad, angry... he was a man of bold emotions and big ideas. A creative from his soul to his soles.
That thought struck Neena as rather amusing and she started to titter to herself as Hesi pulled her close for a hug and gave her a smacking kiss on the cheek. The gesture was more affectionate than passionate because he was too drunk to get his arm totally right and he committed the act whilst making very loud sound effects.
Hiccoughing, Neena patted a hand upon Hesiodos' back and shoulder and murmured word of serenity.
"Okay, okay..." She murmured. "Love you too, boy. Now, I think it's time to get out of here before I make a mess and give Mr. happy barkeep his drinks back. But not in the cup!"
Man, she was hilarious when a little sloshed.
Taking a long and slow inhale to steady herself, Neena pushed Hesi gently back and then slid down from her tall seat at the bar. She then wobbled a little, her balance shot but her strong legs saving her from going over completely.
Leaving little coins upon the surface of the bar - coins that it took far longer than normal for her to count out into the correct value (which was also hard to determine when the barkeep was so tired that he could barely remember) - Neena took hold of Hesiodos' arm, her fingers curling around a roll of his tunic sleeve and headed to the exit. She had no idea where she was sleeping tonight but it couldn't be on the tavern's main floor. She knew, because she had asked. So, it was down to whatever cosy alleyway looked the snuggest. But first she had to get her friend back to his temporary residence without him threatening anyone else with a good stabbing...
At her joke, he laughed again, “Oh, and I’ll have to be the one to hold your hair while you return everything, as always”, he said with a huge grin. But she was right – it was time for them to call it a night (or day, they both lost the notion of time and it could be either too early or too late), so he stepped out of the seat, barely holding himself in his feet and using his friend for support. And they began walking towards the exit, with Hesiodos barely aware of his surroundings, only of the skin touching his.
As a general rule, he always purchased a room for the night whenever he went to an inn, in case he needed a place to pass out or fuck any lucky lad or lass. In the same vein, he always offered Neena a room for the night, and she always refused and decided to sleep in an alleyway… not exactly a safe and clean place, he knew, and that was something he always hated. He wanted his friend to be comfortable, but she made it hard on herself.
Before they realized, they were in his room, embracing each other, and he looked at her, “Okay, now… we sleep. You too. You’re sleeping in a comfy bed for once”, he said with a tone that was not asking, but telling, as if it was a fact of life; like ‘I will have another drink’. So he walked, or rather stumbled, towards one of the sides of the bed and pushed Neena gently to bed so she could lie down.
He didn’t know at what time did he lie down, but suddenly the feeling of a mattress under his back and a pillow under his head were like lying on a cloud. So he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
Then the aches began.
Hesiodos only realized how cold it was in the room once he tried to sleep. He clenched his teeth and closed eyes as he gripped his arms with his hands. His old wounds, those that never healed properly, always bothered him whenever it was cold or the weather was bad, and while he usually managed to power through it by drinking insane amounts of alcohol, it made him impossible to relax and sleep.
“Fuck, fuck, damn…”, he cursed under his breath. Instinctively, in his drunken stupor, his arms touched everything in his surrounding looking for at least a blanket. That would do… he just hope it was a thick blanket. Anything he could have to warm himself… and his hand encountered skin.
He didn’t remember bringing someone to bed with him that night, much less making love to them, but he remembered that the warmth of a body always helped him sleep. So he accommodated himself to embrace the unknown person against him. His leg was on top of her’s – he realized she was a woman – and his arms wrapped around her, with one hand cupped on a breast. Her face was behind her head, on her hair, and he inhaled deeply… she smelled good. Familiar. Comforting. It made him feel… safe.
And thus, he was allowed to relax and follow Hypnos.
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At her joke, he laughed again, “Oh, and I’ll have to be the one to hold your hair while you return everything, as always”, he said with a huge grin. But she was right – it was time for them to call it a night (or day, they both lost the notion of time and it could be either too early or too late), so he stepped out of the seat, barely holding himself in his feet and using his friend for support. And they began walking towards the exit, with Hesiodos barely aware of his surroundings, only of the skin touching his.
As a general rule, he always purchased a room for the night whenever he went to an inn, in case he needed a place to pass out or fuck any lucky lad or lass. In the same vein, he always offered Neena a room for the night, and she always refused and decided to sleep in an alleyway… not exactly a safe and clean place, he knew, and that was something he always hated. He wanted his friend to be comfortable, but she made it hard on herself.
Before they realized, they were in his room, embracing each other, and he looked at her, “Okay, now… we sleep. You too. You’re sleeping in a comfy bed for once”, he said with a tone that was not asking, but telling, as if it was a fact of life; like ‘I will have another drink’. So he walked, or rather stumbled, towards one of the sides of the bed and pushed Neena gently to bed so she could lie down.
He didn’t know at what time did he lie down, but suddenly the feeling of a mattress under his back and a pillow under his head were like lying on a cloud. So he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
Then the aches began.
Hesiodos only realized how cold it was in the room once he tried to sleep. He clenched his teeth and closed eyes as he gripped his arms with his hands. His old wounds, those that never healed properly, always bothered him whenever it was cold or the weather was bad, and while he usually managed to power through it by drinking insane amounts of alcohol, it made him impossible to relax and sleep.
“Fuck, fuck, damn…”, he cursed under his breath. Instinctively, in his drunken stupor, his arms touched everything in his surrounding looking for at least a blanket. That would do… he just hope it was a thick blanket. Anything he could have to warm himself… and his hand encountered skin.
He didn’t remember bringing someone to bed with him that night, much less making love to them, but he remembered that the warmth of a body always helped him sleep. So he accommodated himself to embrace the unknown person against him. His leg was on top of her’s – he realized she was a woman – and his arms wrapped around her, with one hand cupped on a breast. Her face was behind her head, on her hair, and he inhaled deeply… she smelled good. Familiar. Comforting. It made him feel… safe.
And thus, he was allowed to relax and follow Hypnos.
At her joke, he laughed again, “Oh, and I’ll have to be the one to hold your hair while you return everything, as always”, he said with a huge grin. But she was right – it was time for them to call it a night (or day, they both lost the notion of time and it could be either too early or too late), so he stepped out of the seat, barely holding himself in his feet and using his friend for support. And they began walking towards the exit, with Hesiodos barely aware of his surroundings, only of the skin touching his.
As a general rule, he always purchased a room for the night whenever he went to an inn, in case he needed a place to pass out or fuck any lucky lad or lass. In the same vein, he always offered Neena a room for the night, and she always refused and decided to sleep in an alleyway… not exactly a safe and clean place, he knew, and that was something he always hated. He wanted his friend to be comfortable, but she made it hard on herself.
Before they realized, they were in his room, embracing each other, and he looked at her, “Okay, now… we sleep. You too. You’re sleeping in a comfy bed for once”, he said with a tone that was not asking, but telling, as if it was a fact of life; like ‘I will have another drink’. So he walked, or rather stumbled, towards one of the sides of the bed and pushed Neena gently to bed so she could lie down.
He didn’t know at what time did he lie down, but suddenly the feeling of a mattress under his back and a pillow under his head were like lying on a cloud. So he closed his eyes and tried to relax.
Then the aches began.
Hesiodos only realized how cold it was in the room once he tried to sleep. He clenched his teeth and closed eyes as he gripped his arms with his hands. His old wounds, those that never healed properly, always bothered him whenever it was cold or the weather was bad, and while he usually managed to power through it by drinking insane amounts of alcohol, it made him impossible to relax and sleep.
“Fuck, fuck, damn…”, he cursed under his breath. Instinctively, in his drunken stupor, his arms touched everything in his surrounding looking for at least a blanket. That would do… he just hope it was a thick blanket. Anything he could have to warm himself… and his hand encountered skin.
He didn’t remember bringing someone to bed with him that night, much less making love to them, but he remembered that the warmth of a body always helped him sleep. So he accommodated himself to embrace the unknown person against him. His leg was on top of her’s – he realized she was a woman – and his arms wrapped around her, with one hand cupped on a breast. Her face was behind her head, on her hair, and he inhaled deeply… she smelled good. Familiar. Comforting. It made him feel… safe.
And thus, he was allowed to relax and follow Hypnos.
The trip to the reasonable hovel (hey, it had four walls and a bed and didn't smell) that Hesiodos was staying in was an interesting one. Neither of them particularly able to walk in a straight line, Neena was careful to sway Hesi away from any darker looking individuals who eyed them with a sense of antagonism, but not quick enough to avoid a cat’s tail that she succinctly stood on and caused a feline fight instead.
The paths they took were wide and rocky rather than sandy so they were easy enough to navigate and luckily Hesiodos was just sober enough to remember where they were going, as Neena had no clue whatsoever.
The establishment in which Hesiodos had set up shop while in Cairo was less an inn or tavern and more a little place with only four or so bedrooms run by a little old widow who, from her frame as she was forced to answer the door and permit them into the building, appeared to do all the housekeeping on the place herself, despite her extendedly mature age.
Feeling a hint of wistful sorryness for her, Neena was the one of the pair strong enough to get them successfully up the flight of wooden steps that led to Hesiodos' paid for venue.
The room itself was pretty much what Neena would have expected from any such place. a thin cot like bed, a little cabinet that you could only fold and store clothing in rather than hang it, a moulded clay dish and jug for a water basin, a single chair and a bucket for the normal human ablutions.
Too drunk to much care for her surroundings but glad that the room was warmer than the streets, Neena put up no fight when her friend insisted upon her staying in his room. It had happened on a few occasions where she would end up unconscious on his floor or sleeping with his blankets if the two of them were too far gone for her to be able to rationally find a safe place to stay on the streets.
It wasn't that Neena was averse to comfort. She just didn't like to take it if it caused an issue - or expectations in others. And Hesiodos was far too much of a flirt for her to accept his charitable bedroom offer, if he was sober enough to want to do anything with it.
Luckily, tonight wasn't one of those nights and Neena had no concerns with accepted the more hospitable rooms to the drudgery of outside.
Without a fight or a qualm, Neena flopped herself over to the bed, face first. The cot creaked and seemed at risk in its structure but altogether remained sound as she buried her face in the pillows and moaned a little at the headache already starting up in her temples.
Dear Gods, or ancestors or whoever was out there, Neena prayed for sleep. And soon. Luckily, whoever was out there, was listened and Neena had just enough time to wiggle her ankles and let her broken flipflop thongs fall to the floor with a soft little pair of pats and then was breathing deeply in a fit of unconsciousness.
Dead to the world for the duration of what was left of the night, Neena didn't recognise when she instinctively snuggled beneath the blankets for more warmth and curled up on her side, her legs curled up and her arms folded around her waist.
She was equally lost to the world when a leg came and secured itself over her knee and am arm wrapped over her own, finding purchase upon her rounded breast in the darkness. All that her mind registered was a warmth, a feeling of safety and a pressure upon her limbs that felt more cosy than restrictive and reminded her of nights in which she had slept surrounded by far more limbs than this...
It was as the sun was starting to stream into the room the next day, dim behind ratty curtains that were pulled over the window openings, that Neena began to stir, aware that there was a serious throbbing in her head. Wincing, she wiggled and attempted to get back to sleep, her undulating body and shifting butt pressing up against the human cocoon that she felt but didn't register around her. She resettled her head, her hair soft around her face and beneath her cheek, wriggled backwards into the warmth, and allowed herself to drift in and out of sleepy daydreams, not yet fully conscious...
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The trip to the reasonable hovel (hey, it had four walls and a bed and didn't smell) that Hesiodos was staying in was an interesting one. Neither of them particularly able to walk in a straight line, Neena was careful to sway Hesi away from any darker looking individuals who eyed them with a sense of antagonism, but not quick enough to avoid a cat’s tail that she succinctly stood on and caused a feline fight instead.
The paths they took were wide and rocky rather than sandy so they were easy enough to navigate and luckily Hesiodos was just sober enough to remember where they were going, as Neena had no clue whatsoever.
The establishment in which Hesiodos had set up shop while in Cairo was less an inn or tavern and more a little place with only four or so bedrooms run by a little old widow who, from her frame as she was forced to answer the door and permit them into the building, appeared to do all the housekeeping on the place herself, despite her extendedly mature age.
Feeling a hint of wistful sorryness for her, Neena was the one of the pair strong enough to get them successfully up the flight of wooden steps that led to Hesiodos' paid for venue.
The room itself was pretty much what Neena would have expected from any such place. a thin cot like bed, a little cabinet that you could only fold and store clothing in rather than hang it, a moulded clay dish and jug for a water basin, a single chair and a bucket for the normal human ablutions.
Too drunk to much care for her surroundings but glad that the room was warmer than the streets, Neena put up no fight when her friend insisted upon her staying in his room. It had happened on a few occasions where she would end up unconscious on his floor or sleeping with his blankets if the two of them were too far gone for her to be able to rationally find a safe place to stay on the streets.
It wasn't that Neena was averse to comfort. She just didn't like to take it if it caused an issue - or expectations in others. And Hesiodos was far too much of a flirt for her to accept his charitable bedroom offer, if he was sober enough to want to do anything with it.
Luckily, tonight wasn't one of those nights and Neena had no concerns with accepted the more hospitable rooms to the drudgery of outside.
Without a fight or a qualm, Neena flopped herself over to the bed, face first. The cot creaked and seemed at risk in its structure but altogether remained sound as she buried her face in the pillows and moaned a little at the headache already starting up in her temples.
Dear Gods, or ancestors or whoever was out there, Neena prayed for sleep. And soon. Luckily, whoever was out there, was listened and Neena had just enough time to wiggle her ankles and let her broken flipflop thongs fall to the floor with a soft little pair of pats and then was breathing deeply in a fit of unconsciousness.
Dead to the world for the duration of what was left of the night, Neena didn't recognise when she instinctively snuggled beneath the blankets for more warmth and curled up on her side, her legs curled up and her arms folded around her waist.
She was equally lost to the world when a leg came and secured itself over her knee and am arm wrapped over her own, finding purchase upon her rounded breast in the darkness. All that her mind registered was a warmth, a feeling of safety and a pressure upon her limbs that felt more cosy than restrictive and reminded her of nights in which she had slept surrounded by far more limbs than this...
It was as the sun was starting to stream into the room the next day, dim behind ratty curtains that were pulled over the window openings, that Neena began to stir, aware that there was a serious throbbing in her head. Wincing, she wiggled and attempted to get back to sleep, her undulating body and shifting butt pressing up against the human cocoon that she felt but didn't register around her. She resettled her head, her hair soft around her face and beneath her cheek, wriggled backwards into the warmth, and allowed herself to drift in and out of sleepy daydreams, not yet fully conscious...
The trip to the reasonable hovel (hey, it had four walls and a bed and didn't smell) that Hesiodos was staying in was an interesting one. Neither of them particularly able to walk in a straight line, Neena was careful to sway Hesi away from any darker looking individuals who eyed them with a sense of antagonism, but not quick enough to avoid a cat’s tail that she succinctly stood on and caused a feline fight instead.
The paths they took were wide and rocky rather than sandy so they were easy enough to navigate and luckily Hesiodos was just sober enough to remember where they were going, as Neena had no clue whatsoever.
The establishment in which Hesiodos had set up shop while in Cairo was less an inn or tavern and more a little place with only four or so bedrooms run by a little old widow who, from her frame as she was forced to answer the door and permit them into the building, appeared to do all the housekeeping on the place herself, despite her extendedly mature age.
Feeling a hint of wistful sorryness for her, Neena was the one of the pair strong enough to get them successfully up the flight of wooden steps that led to Hesiodos' paid for venue.
The room itself was pretty much what Neena would have expected from any such place. a thin cot like bed, a little cabinet that you could only fold and store clothing in rather than hang it, a moulded clay dish and jug for a water basin, a single chair and a bucket for the normal human ablutions.
Too drunk to much care for her surroundings but glad that the room was warmer than the streets, Neena put up no fight when her friend insisted upon her staying in his room. It had happened on a few occasions where she would end up unconscious on his floor or sleeping with his blankets if the two of them were too far gone for her to be able to rationally find a safe place to stay on the streets.
It wasn't that Neena was averse to comfort. She just didn't like to take it if it caused an issue - or expectations in others. And Hesiodos was far too much of a flirt for her to accept his charitable bedroom offer, if he was sober enough to want to do anything with it.
Luckily, tonight wasn't one of those nights and Neena had no concerns with accepted the more hospitable rooms to the drudgery of outside.
Without a fight or a qualm, Neena flopped herself over to the bed, face first. The cot creaked and seemed at risk in its structure but altogether remained sound as she buried her face in the pillows and moaned a little at the headache already starting up in her temples.
Dear Gods, or ancestors or whoever was out there, Neena prayed for sleep. And soon. Luckily, whoever was out there, was listened and Neena had just enough time to wiggle her ankles and let her broken flipflop thongs fall to the floor with a soft little pair of pats and then was breathing deeply in a fit of unconsciousness.
Dead to the world for the duration of what was left of the night, Neena didn't recognise when she instinctively snuggled beneath the blankets for more warmth and curled up on her side, her legs curled up and her arms folded around her waist.
She was equally lost to the world when a leg came and secured itself over her knee and am arm wrapped over her own, finding purchase upon her rounded breast in the darkness. All that her mind registered was a warmth, a feeling of safety and a pressure upon her limbs that felt more cosy than restrictive and reminded her of nights in which she had slept surrounded by far more limbs than this...
It was as the sun was starting to stream into the room the next day, dim behind ratty curtains that were pulled over the window openings, that Neena began to stir, aware that there was a serious throbbing in her head. Wincing, she wiggled and attempted to get back to sleep, her undulating body and shifting butt pressing up against the human cocoon that she felt but didn't register around her. She resettled her head, her hair soft around her face and beneath her cheek, wriggled backwards into the warmth, and allowed herself to drift in and out of sleepy daydreams, not yet fully conscious...
On his drunken haze of sleep, Hesiodos dreamt. He dreamt that he was in his old home, back in that tavern in Phossis his parents owned, sitting on his bed and putting on his tunic and sandals, fasting his twin swords on his hip and taking his lyre. He went downstairs, ignoring the shouts of rage of his parents and siblings, their faces now long forgotten, took a cup of wine, a bite of bread, and left by the door.
He walked down the all too familiar street, greeting all the people he knew, but never stopping with the walking. At some point, he got bored and began to idly strum his lyre as he went from the market to the harbor, through the dock, and into the water. As he walked on the surface of Poseidon’s domain, he guided himself by what he could only call his wanderlust, trudging through the water and back to solid land, going through the scenic route to his unclear destiny. When he was bored, he strummed his lyre, sang or hummed. When he was thirsty or hungry, he went to any place with four walls and a roof on the road, placed a coin on a palm and took some more wine and bread.
He never stopped walking.
Even as he went through his native Greece, the strange Judea, the fascinating Egypt, and finally on the middle of the desert, he never stopped, until he realized it was too late. It was barely morning when he left his house, and it was starting to darken. Realizing he needed some rest, he stopped and decided to lie on the ground, next to someone he knew. Someone he loved. As he pointed into the starry sky, he began telling her about the story behind Orion, the great hunter, and in that moment, he felt loved.
His injuries didn’t hurt anymore, as if he never got stabbed and slashed over the years. Even though it was nighttime in Africa, he didn’t feel cold as he embraced the one beside him… as he took her scent of the hundreds of different places she has been in. He pulled her closer to him and smiled, then placed a soft kiss on her lips…
He then realized it was real. He was kissing someone, though his eyes were still closed… he didn’t want to open them. The light bothered him, and he feared that if he opened his eyes, everything would be gone. So he clung closer and kissed once again, and for him, it felt right.
He was home.
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On his drunken haze of sleep, Hesiodos dreamt. He dreamt that he was in his old home, back in that tavern in Phossis his parents owned, sitting on his bed and putting on his tunic and sandals, fasting his twin swords on his hip and taking his lyre. He went downstairs, ignoring the shouts of rage of his parents and siblings, their faces now long forgotten, took a cup of wine, a bite of bread, and left by the door.
He walked down the all too familiar street, greeting all the people he knew, but never stopping with the walking. At some point, he got bored and began to idly strum his lyre as he went from the market to the harbor, through the dock, and into the water. As he walked on the surface of Poseidon’s domain, he guided himself by what he could only call his wanderlust, trudging through the water and back to solid land, going through the scenic route to his unclear destiny. When he was bored, he strummed his lyre, sang or hummed. When he was thirsty or hungry, he went to any place with four walls and a roof on the road, placed a coin on a palm and took some more wine and bread.
He never stopped walking.
Even as he went through his native Greece, the strange Judea, the fascinating Egypt, and finally on the middle of the desert, he never stopped, until he realized it was too late. It was barely morning when he left his house, and it was starting to darken. Realizing he needed some rest, he stopped and decided to lie on the ground, next to someone he knew. Someone he loved. As he pointed into the starry sky, he began telling her about the story behind Orion, the great hunter, and in that moment, he felt loved.
His injuries didn’t hurt anymore, as if he never got stabbed and slashed over the years. Even though it was nighttime in Africa, he didn’t feel cold as he embraced the one beside him… as he took her scent of the hundreds of different places she has been in. He pulled her closer to him and smiled, then placed a soft kiss on her lips…
He then realized it was real. He was kissing someone, though his eyes were still closed… he didn’t want to open them. The light bothered him, and he feared that if he opened his eyes, everything would be gone. So he clung closer and kissed once again, and for him, it felt right.
He was home.
On his drunken haze of sleep, Hesiodos dreamt. He dreamt that he was in his old home, back in that tavern in Phossis his parents owned, sitting on his bed and putting on his tunic and sandals, fasting his twin swords on his hip and taking his lyre. He went downstairs, ignoring the shouts of rage of his parents and siblings, their faces now long forgotten, took a cup of wine, a bite of bread, and left by the door.
He walked down the all too familiar street, greeting all the people he knew, but never stopping with the walking. At some point, he got bored and began to idly strum his lyre as he went from the market to the harbor, through the dock, and into the water. As he walked on the surface of Poseidon’s domain, he guided himself by what he could only call his wanderlust, trudging through the water and back to solid land, going through the scenic route to his unclear destiny. When he was bored, he strummed his lyre, sang or hummed. When he was thirsty or hungry, he went to any place with four walls and a roof on the road, placed a coin on a palm and took some more wine and bread.
He never stopped walking.
Even as he went through his native Greece, the strange Judea, the fascinating Egypt, and finally on the middle of the desert, he never stopped, until he realized it was too late. It was barely morning when he left his house, and it was starting to darken. Realizing he needed some rest, he stopped and decided to lie on the ground, next to someone he knew. Someone he loved. As he pointed into the starry sky, he began telling her about the story behind Orion, the great hunter, and in that moment, he felt loved.
His injuries didn’t hurt anymore, as if he never got stabbed and slashed over the years. Even though it was nighttime in Africa, he didn’t feel cold as he embraced the one beside him… as he took her scent of the hundreds of different places she has been in. He pulled her closer to him and smiled, then placed a soft kiss on her lips…
He then realized it was real. He was kissing someone, though his eyes were still closed… he didn’t want to open them. The light bothered him, and he feared that if he opened his eyes, everything would be gone. So he clung closer and kissed once again, and for him, it felt right.
He was home.
Neena was still very much asleep. Whilst her brow wrinkled a little against the intrusion of the sun and her body wiggled a bit here and there, looking for a deeper slumber, she was far from conscious.
Normally a woman who woke with speed and alertness - for one had to when living on the streets and vulnerable when in a daze - the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed the previous night muddied her senses and the bed and warmth she could feel around her told some deep and subconscious part of her brain that she didn't need to be so defensive and focused that morning.
Instead, she was warm, held in a cocoon of sheets and limbs, her clothes in place, the cloth around her suggesting that whoever the other person was, they were too. There was no threat and no danger that could alert her mind to jolt itself into immediate conscious sobriety.
As such, when she was encouraged to move back, to find her place more upon her back than her side and a set of lips found hers in the semi-darkness, only just intruded on by the rays of the sun, Neena did not resist.
Instead, her mind shifted her somewhere else. To a place where she would sleep wrapped in layers of tapestry and kaftan, interlocked with the limbs of one, sometimes two others. Rarely was she left to sleep alone during her time of marriage, unless it was by her choice for privacy or her desire to give it to others. Sleeping beside another person, to have them roll her in the mornings and offer her a kiss to wake up to was a return to a routine and habit she had not long left in the grand scheme of things.
Her reaction was therefore instinctive, as she made to kiss her companion back, her sleepy mind taking control of her choices regardless of limited information. Heat swept her frame and she found herself feeling secure and homely once more... despite the loves of her life being so very far away...
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Neena was still very much asleep. Whilst her brow wrinkled a little against the intrusion of the sun and her body wiggled a bit here and there, looking for a deeper slumber, she was far from conscious.
Normally a woman who woke with speed and alertness - for one had to when living on the streets and vulnerable when in a daze - the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed the previous night muddied her senses and the bed and warmth she could feel around her told some deep and subconscious part of her brain that she didn't need to be so defensive and focused that morning.
Instead, she was warm, held in a cocoon of sheets and limbs, her clothes in place, the cloth around her suggesting that whoever the other person was, they were too. There was no threat and no danger that could alert her mind to jolt itself into immediate conscious sobriety.
As such, when she was encouraged to move back, to find her place more upon her back than her side and a set of lips found hers in the semi-darkness, only just intruded on by the rays of the sun, Neena did not resist.
Instead, her mind shifted her somewhere else. To a place where she would sleep wrapped in layers of tapestry and kaftan, interlocked with the limbs of one, sometimes two others. Rarely was she left to sleep alone during her time of marriage, unless it was by her choice for privacy or her desire to give it to others. Sleeping beside another person, to have them roll her in the mornings and offer her a kiss to wake up to was a return to a routine and habit she had not long left in the grand scheme of things.
Her reaction was therefore instinctive, as she made to kiss her companion back, her sleepy mind taking control of her choices regardless of limited information. Heat swept her frame and she found herself feeling secure and homely once more... despite the loves of her life being so very far away...
Neena was still very much asleep. Whilst her brow wrinkled a little against the intrusion of the sun and her body wiggled a bit here and there, looking for a deeper slumber, she was far from conscious.
Normally a woman who woke with speed and alertness - for one had to when living on the streets and vulnerable when in a daze - the copious amounts of alcohol she had consumed the previous night muddied her senses and the bed and warmth she could feel around her told some deep and subconscious part of her brain that she didn't need to be so defensive and focused that morning.
Instead, she was warm, held in a cocoon of sheets and limbs, her clothes in place, the cloth around her suggesting that whoever the other person was, they were too. There was no threat and no danger that could alert her mind to jolt itself into immediate conscious sobriety.
As such, when she was encouraged to move back, to find her place more upon her back than her side and a set of lips found hers in the semi-darkness, only just intruded on by the rays of the sun, Neena did not resist.
Instead, her mind shifted her somewhere else. To a place where she would sleep wrapped in layers of tapestry and kaftan, interlocked with the limbs of one, sometimes two others. Rarely was she left to sleep alone during her time of marriage, unless it was by her choice for privacy or her desire to give it to others. Sleeping beside another person, to have them roll her in the mornings and offer her a kiss to wake up to was a return to a routine and habit she had not long left in the grand scheme of things.
Her reaction was therefore instinctive, as she made to kiss her companion back, her sleepy mind taking control of her choices regardless of limited information. Heat swept her frame and she found herself feeling secure and homely once more... despite the loves of her life being so very far away...
His partner didn’t resist, and in fact kissed him back. That only encouraged him to keep kissing, and to wrap his arms further along the frame of the woman that made him feel so safe, so secure, so in home…
Hesiodos had loved before, and when he did so, he did it intensely. He was an emotional person that experienced the seven different kinds of love and when he did it, he did it with the burning passion of Aphrodite. Most of those times, he got his heart broken, because he was a erratic person and never stayed in one place, or because the others didn’t love him enough, or for whatever other reason. After much heartbreak, he came to learn that he would never be the end of anybody, but their journey, and he learned to be okay with that.
But this woman? He loved her. He made him feel just as loved.
He didn’t want this moment to ever end. This was one of the moments in which he wished the gods would just leave them be and enjoy until they got bored… he knew that was not going to happen. He knew that, at some point or another, he would have to open his eyes and face reality, knowing than this person, whoever she was, was just an fickle illusion that only comforted him for a while.
He would be damned if he didn’t enjoy every moment of it, however.
He shifted on the bed in the middle of kisses of her cheek, temple and mouth, and climbed on top of her, straddling her with his chest on top of her breasts. He kissed her once again, and whispered into her lips, “I love you”, before kissing her once again, and then resting his face at the side of her head, just on top of her hair.
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His partner didn’t resist, and in fact kissed him back. That only encouraged him to keep kissing, and to wrap his arms further along the frame of the woman that made him feel so safe, so secure, so in home…
Hesiodos had loved before, and when he did so, he did it intensely. He was an emotional person that experienced the seven different kinds of love and when he did it, he did it with the burning passion of Aphrodite. Most of those times, he got his heart broken, because he was a erratic person and never stayed in one place, or because the others didn’t love him enough, or for whatever other reason. After much heartbreak, he came to learn that he would never be the end of anybody, but their journey, and he learned to be okay with that.
But this woman? He loved her. He made him feel just as loved.
He didn’t want this moment to ever end. This was one of the moments in which he wished the gods would just leave them be and enjoy until they got bored… he knew that was not going to happen. He knew that, at some point or another, he would have to open his eyes and face reality, knowing than this person, whoever she was, was just an fickle illusion that only comforted him for a while.
He would be damned if he didn’t enjoy every moment of it, however.
He shifted on the bed in the middle of kisses of her cheek, temple and mouth, and climbed on top of her, straddling her with his chest on top of her breasts. He kissed her once again, and whispered into her lips, “I love you”, before kissing her once again, and then resting his face at the side of her head, just on top of her hair.
His partner didn’t resist, and in fact kissed him back. That only encouraged him to keep kissing, and to wrap his arms further along the frame of the woman that made him feel so safe, so secure, so in home…
Hesiodos had loved before, and when he did so, he did it intensely. He was an emotional person that experienced the seven different kinds of love and when he did it, he did it with the burning passion of Aphrodite. Most of those times, he got his heart broken, because he was a erratic person and never stayed in one place, or because the others didn’t love him enough, or for whatever other reason. After much heartbreak, he came to learn that he would never be the end of anybody, but their journey, and he learned to be okay with that.
But this woman? He loved her. He made him feel just as loved.
He didn’t want this moment to ever end. This was one of the moments in which he wished the gods would just leave them be and enjoy until they got bored… he knew that was not going to happen. He knew that, at some point or another, he would have to open his eyes and face reality, knowing than this person, whoever she was, was just an fickle illusion that only comforted him for a while.
He would be damned if he didn’t enjoy every moment of it, however.
He shifted on the bed in the middle of kisses of her cheek, temple and mouth, and climbed on top of her, straddling her with his chest on top of her breasts. He kissed her once again, and whispered into her lips, “I love you”, before kissing her once again, and then resting his face at the side of her head, just on top of her hair.
The intimacy was nice, the kiss warm and secure. It set fire curling through her blood stream and a womanly, sensual spirit that hadn't been awoken in a while, dredge herself up and out of her slumberous period of grief.
It had been nearly half a year since Neena had enacted anything physically romantic with another person. And after a marriage where physical love was never in short supply for six years, such abstinence in her body was rare and the kiss that was offered to her a welcome reprieve.
Her muscles grew lose, her bones felt as if they were melting, softening in a way that made them flexible and yielding. Her gut burned and a tingling energy shot across her pelvis as her kisser found himself on top of her.
With an intention all their own, her knees parted, her body becoming a nestling cradle for his and her mind shot to times when she had been a bed with a man of a larger frame... or a woman of softer curves...
Despite the welcoming of her limbs, Neena's body was slow to respond in her slumberous state but she was waking up quickly now, her eyelids wrinkling as she closed her eyes tight against the sunshine, her lips stealing a deeper kiss from her partner. Her tongue broke her mouth and traced along his, her breathing hitched and she heard his in her ears...
It was then that he muttered words of love and broke the spell.
Neena's eyes shot open and she found Hesiodos atop her.
Whilst a part of her consciousness was in no way surprised - for how else could she have felt so completed at peace and ease with this stranger whom she had not opened her eyes to greet - another freaked out at the surprise of it all. What the hell was he doing? What in the name of the ancestors was she doing?
"Wuah!" The noise wasn't really a word but it broke from her mouth and around his nonetheless, as her limbs started to scramble and her knees kicked out at him and she wiggled her way free from beneath him.
The attempt to escape had her half crawl from the bed, half face-plant the ground and then hurry to her feet, the bed sheets still entangled around one of her ankles.
"What the heck, Hesi?" She demanded, straightening out her little tunic and pushing wild and unruly black curls out of her face, before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. The fact that her heart was still pounding and her lady areas still thoroughly pleased with themselves was not helping her find a calm state of mind!
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The intimacy was nice, the kiss warm and secure. It set fire curling through her blood stream and a womanly, sensual spirit that hadn't been awoken in a while, dredge herself up and out of her slumberous period of grief.
It had been nearly half a year since Neena had enacted anything physically romantic with another person. And after a marriage where physical love was never in short supply for six years, such abstinence in her body was rare and the kiss that was offered to her a welcome reprieve.
Her muscles grew lose, her bones felt as if they were melting, softening in a way that made them flexible and yielding. Her gut burned and a tingling energy shot across her pelvis as her kisser found himself on top of her.
With an intention all their own, her knees parted, her body becoming a nestling cradle for his and her mind shot to times when she had been a bed with a man of a larger frame... or a woman of softer curves...
Despite the welcoming of her limbs, Neena's body was slow to respond in her slumberous state but she was waking up quickly now, her eyelids wrinkling as she closed her eyes tight against the sunshine, her lips stealing a deeper kiss from her partner. Her tongue broke her mouth and traced along his, her breathing hitched and she heard his in her ears...
It was then that he muttered words of love and broke the spell.
Neena's eyes shot open and she found Hesiodos atop her.
Whilst a part of her consciousness was in no way surprised - for how else could she have felt so completed at peace and ease with this stranger whom she had not opened her eyes to greet - another freaked out at the surprise of it all. What the hell was he doing? What in the name of the ancestors was she doing?
"Wuah!" The noise wasn't really a word but it broke from her mouth and around his nonetheless, as her limbs started to scramble and her knees kicked out at him and she wiggled her way free from beneath him.
The attempt to escape had her half crawl from the bed, half face-plant the ground and then hurry to her feet, the bed sheets still entangled around one of her ankles.
"What the heck, Hesi?" She demanded, straightening out her little tunic and pushing wild and unruly black curls out of her face, before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. The fact that her heart was still pounding and her lady areas still thoroughly pleased with themselves was not helping her find a calm state of mind!
The intimacy was nice, the kiss warm and secure. It set fire curling through her blood stream and a womanly, sensual spirit that hadn't been awoken in a while, dredge herself up and out of her slumberous period of grief.
It had been nearly half a year since Neena had enacted anything physically romantic with another person. And after a marriage where physical love was never in short supply for six years, such abstinence in her body was rare and the kiss that was offered to her a welcome reprieve.
Her muscles grew lose, her bones felt as if they were melting, softening in a way that made them flexible and yielding. Her gut burned and a tingling energy shot across her pelvis as her kisser found himself on top of her.
With an intention all their own, her knees parted, her body becoming a nestling cradle for his and her mind shot to times when she had been a bed with a man of a larger frame... or a woman of softer curves...
Despite the welcoming of her limbs, Neena's body was slow to respond in her slumberous state but she was waking up quickly now, her eyelids wrinkling as she closed her eyes tight against the sunshine, her lips stealing a deeper kiss from her partner. Her tongue broke her mouth and traced along his, her breathing hitched and she heard his in her ears...
It was then that he muttered words of love and broke the spell.
Neena's eyes shot open and she found Hesiodos atop her.
Whilst a part of her consciousness was in no way surprised - for how else could she have felt so completed at peace and ease with this stranger whom she had not opened her eyes to greet - another freaked out at the surprise of it all. What the hell was he doing? What in the name of the ancestors was she doing?
"Wuah!" The noise wasn't really a word but it broke from her mouth and around his nonetheless, as her limbs started to scramble and her knees kicked out at him and she wiggled her way free from beneath him.
The attempt to escape had her half crawl from the bed, half face-plant the ground and then hurry to her feet, the bed sheets still entangled around one of her ankles.
"What the heck, Hesi?" She demanded, straightening out her little tunic and pushing wild and unruly black curls out of her face, before wiping her mouth on the back of her hand. The fact that her heart was still pounding and her lady areas still thoroughly pleased with themselves was not helping her find a calm state of mind!
Hesiodos was in bliss. His body felt hot, and he found himself getting hard with the making out with his unknown, yet familiar lover. Their tongues danced in a sensual dance as she parted her legs, welcoming him into her intimacy. He was about to take off the lower part of his wine-red tunic that smelled of wine and himself, when he heard a weird sound. It sounded unpleased. It sounded wrong.
He opened his eyes and saw the familiar face of Neena under him, with their tongues still intertwined. Instinctively, he tried to get off her, even though he didn’t want to, and she pushed him off. They were a desperate tangle off limbs, and when she fell off bed, he also did, though on the other side, hitting the side of his arm hard. He let out a pained, “Ow!”, suddenly remembering the aches of his body and discovering that his head hurt, and that his loins were heated in arousal. He got up slowly, looking at his best friend with a groggy face, and saw that she didn’t look pleased at all.
Hesiodos was thorn. On one hand… he knew quite well that she was not attracted to him that way. Many years ago, Hesiodos went forward to her and she rejected him, and then never pursued it more than the friendly flirting they usually did. But on the other… it felt right. They loved each other, and felt safe around each other, and enjoyed sex and intimacy. They even saw each other naked on several occasions and grew used to it.
His head hurt too much to think too hard about it, though…
“Neena, what…?”, he said, barely processing what happened, trying to stand up but slipping on his own feet and falling on the bed, “Did we…?”, no, they didn’t. They were both dressed, though his belt was looser, about to fall to the ground. He didn’t know what else to say – and when that happened, they both knew things were grave. So he just tried to deflect it. He smiled a bit and said, “…We had a bit too much to drink last night, didn’t we?”
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Hesiodos was in bliss. His body felt hot, and he found himself getting hard with the making out with his unknown, yet familiar lover. Their tongues danced in a sensual dance as she parted her legs, welcoming him into her intimacy. He was about to take off the lower part of his wine-red tunic that smelled of wine and himself, when he heard a weird sound. It sounded unpleased. It sounded wrong.
He opened his eyes and saw the familiar face of Neena under him, with their tongues still intertwined. Instinctively, he tried to get off her, even though he didn’t want to, and she pushed him off. They were a desperate tangle off limbs, and when she fell off bed, he also did, though on the other side, hitting the side of his arm hard. He let out a pained, “Ow!”, suddenly remembering the aches of his body and discovering that his head hurt, and that his loins were heated in arousal. He got up slowly, looking at his best friend with a groggy face, and saw that she didn’t look pleased at all.
Hesiodos was thorn. On one hand… he knew quite well that she was not attracted to him that way. Many years ago, Hesiodos went forward to her and she rejected him, and then never pursued it more than the friendly flirting they usually did. But on the other… it felt right. They loved each other, and felt safe around each other, and enjoyed sex and intimacy. They even saw each other naked on several occasions and grew used to it.
His head hurt too much to think too hard about it, though…
“Neena, what…?”, he said, barely processing what happened, trying to stand up but slipping on his own feet and falling on the bed, “Did we…?”, no, they didn’t. They were both dressed, though his belt was looser, about to fall to the ground. He didn’t know what else to say – and when that happened, they both knew things were grave. So he just tried to deflect it. He smiled a bit and said, “…We had a bit too much to drink last night, didn’t we?”
Hesiodos was in bliss. His body felt hot, and he found himself getting hard with the making out with his unknown, yet familiar lover. Their tongues danced in a sensual dance as she parted her legs, welcoming him into her intimacy. He was about to take off the lower part of his wine-red tunic that smelled of wine and himself, when he heard a weird sound. It sounded unpleased. It sounded wrong.
He opened his eyes and saw the familiar face of Neena under him, with their tongues still intertwined. Instinctively, he tried to get off her, even though he didn’t want to, and she pushed him off. They were a desperate tangle off limbs, and when she fell off bed, he also did, though on the other side, hitting the side of his arm hard. He let out a pained, “Ow!”, suddenly remembering the aches of his body and discovering that his head hurt, and that his loins were heated in arousal. He got up slowly, looking at his best friend with a groggy face, and saw that she didn’t look pleased at all.
Hesiodos was thorn. On one hand… he knew quite well that she was not attracted to him that way. Many years ago, Hesiodos went forward to her and she rejected him, and then never pursued it more than the friendly flirting they usually did. But on the other… it felt right. They loved each other, and felt safe around each other, and enjoyed sex and intimacy. They even saw each other naked on several occasions and grew used to it.
His head hurt too much to think too hard about it, though…
“Neena, what…?”, he said, barely processing what happened, trying to stand up but slipping on his own feet and falling on the bed, “Did we…?”, no, they didn’t. They were both dressed, though his belt was looser, about to fall to the ground. He didn’t know what else to say – and when that happened, they both knew things were grave. So he just tried to deflect it. He smiled a bit and said, “…We had a bit too much to drink last night, didn’t we?”
With conscious thought came deeper breaths that steadily calmed Neena's nervous, confusion and sexual frustration. Her body hummed with a natural human need to couple and it only made her more annoyed. She straightened out her tunic with a frustrated hand and tried to push her hair out of her face again. The fact that it had a life of its own and kept springing back into a wild, black halo only served to annoy her.
The only upshot of it all was that Hesiodos appeared as thoroughly confused as she was. Not that she had ever really thought that the man would deliberately take advantage. Hesiodos was known to push the limit of what was acceptable but she trusted him not to betray her trust in too severe a manner.
Her lips feeling swollen and his taste still in her mouth, Neena felt a heat remain in her cheeks and lower belly as she tried to mentally slap herself into rational thought. Hesiodos was far too good at one such favourite hobby and she suspected it was from all the practice. She wanted to roll her eyes and call him a jerk, but that didn't seem fair.
When the man flopped back upon the bed and amused himself with the fact that they had drunk too much the night before - blaming alcohol on their inappropriate conduct in the harsh light of day, Neena didn't know which emotion was stronger: frustrated anger or hysterical amusement.
Satisfying both desires at once, Neena reached out and snagged the cushion that Hesiodos had landed upon, forcing his head to flop back onto the thin mattress and then smartly smacked him about the head with it.
"You think?" She demanded with exasperation that started out furious and then lost its edge by descending into an exasperated punch of laughter.
She let the cushion go and then, with her hands on her hips, went in search of the thong shoes she had kicked off the previous evening, grumbling to herself.
"I hope you enjoyed that Hesi, because it won't be happening again, you letch." Her words were reprimanding but lost most of their sting from the underlying affection she bore him.
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With conscious thought came deeper breaths that steadily calmed Neena's nervous, confusion and sexual frustration. Her body hummed with a natural human need to couple and it only made her more annoyed. She straightened out her tunic with a frustrated hand and tried to push her hair out of her face again. The fact that it had a life of its own and kept springing back into a wild, black halo only served to annoy her.
The only upshot of it all was that Hesiodos appeared as thoroughly confused as she was. Not that she had ever really thought that the man would deliberately take advantage. Hesiodos was known to push the limit of what was acceptable but she trusted him not to betray her trust in too severe a manner.
Her lips feeling swollen and his taste still in her mouth, Neena felt a heat remain in her cheeks and lower belly as she tried to mentally slap herself into rational thought. Hesiodos was far too good at one such favourite hobby and she suspected it was from all the practice. She wanted to roll her eyes and call him a jerk, but that didn't seem fair.
When the man flopped back upon the bed and amused himself with the fact that they had drunk too much the night before - blaming alcohol on their inappropriate conduct in the harsh light of day, Neena didn't know which emotion was stronger: frustrated anger or hysterical amusement.
Satisfying both desires at once, Neena reached out and snagged the cushion that Hesiodos had landed upon, forcing his head to flop back onto the thin mattress and then smartly smacked him about the head with it.
"You think?" She demanded with exasperation that started out furious and then lost its edge by descending into an exasperated punch of laughter.
She let the cushion go and then, with her hands on her hips, went in search of the thong shoes she had kicked off the previous evening, grumbling to herself.
"I hope you enjoyed that Hesi, because it won't be happening again, you letch." Her words were reprimanding but lost most of their sting from the underlying affection she bore him.
With conscious thought came deeper breaths that steadily calmed Neena's nervous, confusion and sexual frustration. Her body hummed with a natural human need to couple and it only made her more annoyed. She straightened out her tunic with a frustrated hand and tried to push her hair out of her face again. The fact that it had a life of its own and kept springing back into a wild, black halo only served to annoy her.
The only upshot of it all was that Hesiodos appeared as thoroughly confused as she was. Not that she had ever really thought that the man would deliberately take advantage. Hesiodos was known to push the limit of what was acceptable but she trusted him not to betray her trust in too severe a manner.
Her lips feeling swollen and his taste still in her mouth, Neena felt a heat remain in her cheeks and lower belly as she tried to mentally slap herself into rational thought. Hesiodos was far too good at one such favourite hobby and she suspected it was from all the practice. She wanted to roll her eyes and call him a jerk, but that didn't seem fair.
When the man flopped back upon the bed and amused himself with the fact that they had drunk too much the night before - blaming alcohol on their inappropriate conduct in the harsh light of day, Neena didn't know which emotion was stronger: frustrated anger or hysterical amusement.
Satisfying both desires at once, Neena reached out and snagged the cushion that Hesiodos had landed upon, forcing his head to flop back onto the thin mattress and then smartly smacked him about the head with it.
"You think?" She demanded with exasperation that started out furious and then lost its edge by descending into an exasperated punch of laughter.
She let the cushion go and then, with her hands on her hips, went in search of the thong shoes she had kicked off the previous evening, grumbling to herself.
"I hope you enjoyed that Hesi, because it won't be happening again, you letch." Her words were reprimanding but lost most of their sting from the underlying affection she bore him.
Suddenly, everything was just… too much. The sounds were too loud, the light was too bright, the smells were too intense, and right then he could still catch a whiff of Neena, or her familiar and comforting scent, and while the sounds were too much for his ears, his friend’s laughter was like sweet honey and it made him smile and laugh as well, even though his laughter made his head hurt. He covered himself meekly with his hands as she hit him with the cushion, as if he was being harmed, “Heeeeelp, I’m being attacked!”, he said with a mock tone and bursting into laughter.
Hesiodos got up, all laughter, barely realizing that he was hard due to the experience. Deciding to ignore that, and hoping that Neena would ignore it too, he fastened his belt and accommodated his tunic as if nothing had happened, “Oh, I think… but come on, it’s not the stupidest thing we’ve done while drunk out of our minds. Whose idea was it to paint that donkey yellow that day, mmm?”, the whole memory made him burst into a fit of laughter that made him fall to the bed; “Remember? ‘The Golden Ass?’”
Yet, deep down, he was sad, especially when she told him they wouldn’t repeat this ever again. Normally he wouldn’t mind – he didn’t need to sleep with her to love her, because those were two unrelated things. But... it felt right.
He looked at her with an amused glance, though his face had the marks of sadness, “Oh, come on darling… I’m quite sure you enjoyed it as much as I did”, he said in a sing song voice as he sat on the bed and looked at her analytically, “At least I really enjoyed it… it felt really nice”, in that last part, his voice broke a little. Right now, he wondered if he would ever feel at home again…
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Suddenly, everything was just… too much. The sounds were too loud, the light was too bright, the smells were too intense, and right then he could still catch a whiff of Neena, or her familiar and comforting scent, and while the sounds were too much for his ears, his friend’s laughter was like sweet honey and it made him smile and laugh as well, even though his laughter made his head hurt. He covered himself meekly with his hands as she hit him with the cushion, as if he was being harmed, “Heeeeelp, I’m being attacked!”, he said with a mock tone and bursting into laughter.
Hesiodos got up, all laughter, barely realizing that he was hard due to the experience. Deciding to ignore that, and hoping that Neena would ignore it too, he fastened his belt and accommodated his tunic as if nothing had happened, “Oh, I think… but come on, it’s not the stupidest thing we’ve done while drunk out of our minds. Whose idea was it to paint that donkey yellow that day, mmm?”, the whole memory made him burst into a fit of laughter that made him fall to the bed; “Remember? ‘The Golden Ass?’”
Yet, deep down, he was sad, especially when she told him they wouldn’t repeat this ever again. Normally he wouldn’t mind – he didn’t need to sleep with her to love her, because those were two unrelated things. But... it felt right.
He looked at her with an amused glance, though his face had the marks of sadness, “Oh, come on darling… I’m quite sure you enjoyed it as much as I did”, he said in a sing song voice as he sat on the bed and looked at her analytically, “At least I really enjoyed it… it felt really nice”, in that last part, his voice broke a little. Right now, he wondered if he would ever feel at home again…
Suddenly, everything was just… too much. The sounds were too loud, the light was too bright, the smells were too intense, and right then he could still catch a whiff of Neena, or her familiar and comforting scent, and while the sounds were too much for his ears, his friend’s laughter was like sweet honey and it made him smile and laugh as well, even though his laughter made his head hurt. He covered himself meekly with his hands as she hit him with the cushion, as if he was being harmed, “Heeeeelp, I’m being attacked!”, he said with a mock tone and bursting into laughter.
Hesiodos got up, all laughter, barely realizing that he was hard due to the experience. Deciding to ignore that, and hoping that Neena would ignore it too, he fastened his belt and accommodated his tunic as if nothing had happened, “Oh, I think… but come on, it’s not the stupidest thing we’ve done while drunk out of our minds. Whose idea was it to paint that donkey yellow that day, mmm?”, the whole memory made him burst into a fit of laughter that made him fall to the bed; “Remember? ‘The Golden Ass?’”
Yet, deep down, he was sad, especially when she told him they wouldn’t repeat this ever again. Normally he wouldn’t mind – he didn’t need to sleep with her to love her, because those were two unrelated things. But... it felt right.
He looked at her with an amused glance, though his face had the marks of sadness, “Oh, come on darling… I’m quite sure you enjoyed it as much as I did”, he said in a sing song voice as he sat on the bed and looked at her analytically, “At least I really enjoyed it… it felt really nice”, in that last part, his voice broke a little. Right now, he wondered if he would ever feel at home again…
Neena rolled her eyes as Hesidods continued to play games and joke about. Following his lead, she kept her mannerisms nonchalant and her expressions carefree as she made sure her boundaries were made clear without the atmosphere growing too tense and serious.
Deliberately ignoring that naturally male reaction that their kissing had triggered in Hesiodos' physique - for she knew enough about men to know he wasnt to blame for it - Neena raised and directed a finger his way, her other hand coming to her hip. The stance and expression were firm but too strict and flamboyant in a way that made it clear she was at least partially joking.
"I'm not going to flatter your ego so much as to compliment you in your love-making Hesi. You've pleased enough women to know you're a good kisser."
Bending low to find her thong shoes and slip them onto her feet, Neena continued her point without turning to look his way.
"I care about you too much to cheapen our friendship with sex, Hesi."
It probably wasn't what he wanted to hear but she couldn't help but lay it out there. Aside from her marital partner, the only men Neena had been intimate with were those she cared nothing about. And as Hesiodos was neither a stranger without importance nor her present or future husband... It just felt as if he operated in a separate bubble of his own. And she didn't like the idea of pulling him towards other territories that involved sex and didn't mean as much to her as their friendship did.
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Neena rolled her eyes as Hesidods continued to play games and joke about. Following his lead, she kept her mannerisms nonchalant and her expressions carefree as she made sure her boundaries were made clear without the atmosphere growing too tense and serious.
Deliberately ignoring that naturally male reaction that their kissing had triggered in Hesiodos' physique - for she knew enough about men to know he wasnt to blame for it - Neena raised and directed a finger his way, her other hand coming to her hip. The stance and expression were firm but too strict and flamboyant in a way that made it clear she was at least partially joking.
"I'm not going to flatter your ego so much as to compliment you in your love-making Hesi. You've pleased enough women to know you're a good kisser."
Bending low to find her thong shoes and slip them onto her feet, Neena continued her point without turning to look his way.
"I care about you too much to cheapen our friendship with sex, Hesi."
It probably wasn't what he wanted to hear but she couldn't help but lay it out there. Aside from her marital partner, the only men Neena had been intimate with were those she cared nothing about. And as Hesiodos was neither a stranger without importance nor her present or future husband... It just felt as if he operated in a separate bubble of his own. And she didn't like the idea of pulling him towards other territories that involved sex and didn't mean as much to her as their friendship did.
Neena rolled her eyes as Hesidods continued to play games and joke about. Following his lead, she kept her mannerisms nonchalant and her expressions carefree as she made sure her boundaries were made clear without the atmosphere growing too tense and serious.
Deliberately ignoring that naturally male reaction that their kissing had triggered in Hesiodos' physique - for she knew enough about men to know he wasnt to blame for it - Neena raised and directed a finger his way, her other hand coming to her hip. The stance and expression were firm but too strict and flamboyant in a way that made it clear she was at least partially joking.
"I'm not going to flatter your ego so much as to compliment you in your love-making Hesi. You've pleased enough women to know you're a good kisser."
Bending low to find her thong shoes and slip them onto her feet, Neena continued her point without turning to look his way.
"I care about you too much to cheapen our friendship with sex, Hesi."
It probably wasn't what he wanted to hear but she couldn't help but lay it out there. Aside from her marital partner, the only men Neena had been intimate with were those she cared nothing about. And as Hesiodos was neither a stranger without importance nor her present or future husband... It just felt as if he operated in a separate bubble of his own. And she didn't like the idea of pulling him towards other territories that involved sex and didn't mean as much to her as their friendship did.
Something Hesiodos really loved about Neena was her ability to make a tense situation less tense. They have discussed before, but never shouted, never got overly angry at each other, and in the end they always made up because they were at least relaxed. It was one of the reasons why he felt at home with her… there were few places and few people he knew in which a discussion didn’t end badly.
“Oh, why, thank you”, he said as he finished fastening his belt, chuckling, “I know, I know… you’re a delightful kisser as well, I may add. But again, that came to no surprise…”, both of them slept around quite a lot; but indeed, never with each other. Immediately, Hesiodos recalled the feeling of her body under his, her breasts on his hand, her delicious mouth that tasted of beer…
That really didn’t help with his arousal on his pants, he realized.
He decided to sit down, because the room was spinning and he decided he couldn’t take it anymore… he also realized he needed to eat, but at her comment, he had to look at her; it was an odd look, of someone that really didn’t understand what she was saying, even though it was in the same language. But then, he couldn’t help but guffaw.
“How do you ruin a friendship with sex? It’s not like I’m lending you money”, he laughed at his own joke and fell on the bed… the bed that still smelled of them. Fuck, he loved that woman so much. But she was right; it was not what he wanted to hear… but there wasn’t much he can do. He could do nothing but respect her.
That didn’t meant he couldn’t feel hurt.
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Something Hesiodos really loved about Neena was her ability to make a tense situation less tense. They have discussed before, but never shouted, never got overly angry at each other, and in the end they always made up because they were at least relaxed. It was one of the reasons why he felt at home with her… there were few places and few people he knew in which a discussion didn’t end badly.
“Oh, why, thank you”, he said as he finished fastening his belt, chuckling, “I know, I know… you’re a delightful kisser as well, I may add. But again, that came to no surprise…”, both of them slept around quite a lot; but indeed, never with each other. Immediately, Hesiodos recalled the feeling of her body under his, her breasts on his hand, her delicious mouth that tasted of beer…
That really didn’t help with his arousal on his pants, he realized.
He decided to sit down, because the room was spinning and he decided he couldn’t take it anymore… he also realized he needed to eat, but at her comment, he had to look at her; it was an odd look, of someone that really didn’t understand what she was saying, even though it was in the same language. But then, he couldn’t help but guffaw.
“How do you ruin a friendship with sex? It’s not like I’m lending you money”, he laughed at his own joke and fell on the bed… the bed that still smelled of them. Fuck, he loved that woman so much. But she was right; it was not what he wanted to hear… but there wasn’t much he can do. He could do nothing but respect her.
That didn’t meant he couldn’t feel hurt.
Something Hesiodos really loved about Neena was her ability to make a tense situation less tense. They have discussed before, but never shouted, never got overly angry at each other, and in the end they always made up because they were at least relaxed. It was one of the reasons why he felt at home with her… there were few places and few people he knew in which a discussion didn’t end badly.
“Oh, why, thank you”, he said as he finished fastening his belt, chuckling, “I know, I know… you’re a delightful kisser as well, I may add. But again, that came to no surprise…”, both of them slept around quite a lot; but indeed, never with each other. Immediately, Hesiodos recalled the feeling of her body under his, her breasts on his hand, her delicious mouth that tasted of beer…
That really didn’t help with his arousal on his pants, he realized.
He decided to sit down, because the room was spinning and he decided he couldn’t take it anymore… he also realized he needed to eat, but at her comment, he had to look at her; it was an odd look, of someone that really didn’t understand what she was saying, even though it was in the same language. But then, he couldn’t help but guffaw.
“How do you ruin a friendship with sex? It’s not like I’m lending you money”, he laughed at his own joke and fell on the bed… the bed that still smelled of them. Fuck, he loved that woman so much. But she was right; it was not what he wanted to hear… but there wasn’t much he can do. He could do nothing but respect her.