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@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta As Dionysus retracted his fingers from the bottle, he kept his gaze locked on her lips, the sight of her ministrations making the mellow sting of the wine burn deep in his bosom, setting the godly ecstasy in his soul and mind aflame once more with debauched thoughts and euphoric feeling. He brings his fingers up to push them in between his own as he kept his engrossed gaze on her, delicately the cloyness off of his fingers before reaching for the bottle to pour himself another glass. He sets the bottle aside with a grin once he is satisfied with his glass, letting his fingertips stain the bordeux as he tilted his head back and took his gulp, the wine painting his throat a with a rose golden tingle once more, having to stifle laughter so he wouldn’t choke as her words hit his ear.

“Look closer.” Dionysus says placing his cup on the table, tracing his tongue around his tiers to get off the wine that lingered on them before he made his way in in front of her, taking ahold of her wrist and bringing it up to his lips as though he were going to bite it with lips parted, but instead, he tilts her wrist to where the inside was visible to her eyes, letting his lids fall closed as he darted his tongue out, sharpening the tip so he could prod at the the light inner part of the berry, having to control the steadiness of his breath as his mind began to wander while rotating muscle in circles right in front of her eyes. In swiftness, he lays his tongue flat against the berry, lids half opening to meet her eyes with ardor sparkling in his orbs and a roseate tint on the apple of his cheeks as he dragged his tongue upwards in a painfully slow manner. Only once the tip of his tongue falls of the berry does he decide to take a bite out of it, a small suggestive moan bubbling in his throat while he plays with the fruit on his tongue past his lips.

He gulps it down . “Now, I’m going to question your status as a goddess if you didn’t get the picture this time...”

@「 ᴅɪᴏɴʏsᴜs 」andrew ampelos "mm." the hum is faint yet apparent as it breaks the silence, for she ponders over how such strings could be used for leverage? whilst aphrodites imagination attempts to paint numerous scenarios within her head, the strings fail to become a part of each and every one. her eyes shift from the countertop and to the bottle previously used to pour the wine, the brim of her own glass brushing against her lower lip as she follows each movement of his finger /closely/. she watches as his digit encircles the tip in circular motions repetitively, ultimately causing the female to shift her weight from one foot from the other. a dangerous rush plunges throughout her veins, yet she makes no attempt to stop it. instead, her head tilts back to simultaneously collect the liquid within , flowers blooming within her cavern following in trail of the sweet taste, head straightening with a wicked simper. "i believe i do."

tilting her head back to finish what was poured within her glass, the tips of her fingers sink within the basket full of strawberries as if in search of the perfect one. plucking one of the thickened fruits from the batch, her head tilts back with both tiers parting to collect the fruit between her tiers. however, no bite is taken. her lips encircle the fruit as it's slowly tugged from their expanse, a brow elevating to her company as a simper dances upon her tiers. only when the end of the fruit ghosts her teeth does she takes a bite, eyes fluttering shut as the sweetness tickles each and every taste bud. whilst lewd images were repetitively captured by her own mind, a part of her failed to follow the rules. a part of her didn't wish to. so instead, she opens her eyes and makes her way around the counter to step ahead of the male, tiers flushed a faint red by the fruit ghosting upon them. "why don't you show me what you believe i could've seen? what fun would me telling you what i've seen be?"

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta The feeling of her nimble fingertip lingers against his chin as Aphrodite pulls it away from him, suddenly having to tame his own self on the inside. Which- was a bit far from his usual nature. “No, I’d use it more for leverage on both of our behalves, unless you misbehave of course...” the way he traced her body up and down as he spoke with his eyes made it look as though his fantasies were falling from his eyelids as he gazed upon every inch of her, suddenly placing the bottle down on the counter, one of his own fingertips lingering in circles around the head of the bottle before he’s overtly bringing his gaze back on her face, the simper on his lips unable to break as he listened to her toast. keeping the depth of his deep jade orbs locked on hers as she spoke, letting each of her words fall against his lips “Opa!” Dionysus proclaims gently clinking his glass along with hers... though he doesn’t merely take a sip. He tilts his head back, letting the moscato fill the expanses of his tongue before letting the candied venom fall down his throat in gulps until he’s retracting the cup from his lips.
“Oh... it burns so sweetly...” and seemingly out of instinct, the finger that traced along the bottle was suddenly being pushed inside, “So.. sweet...” his voice is slower and more beguiling in nature. “Do you get the picture for my inspiration yet?” Dionysus asks raising a brow. “Take one of those strawberries love, and bite into it and tell me what you see.”

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@「 ᴅɪᴏɴʏsᴜs 」andrew ampelos “maybe,” aphrodite almost immediately answers with a perk of her brow, and the right corner of her lips etching into a smirk. “or maybe not.” then again, she was the goddess of love and lust. “must you forget the power i can hold over you, dion?” she inquires almost rhetorically, all the while leaning her head to the side with a faint hum as shivers tickle down her spine and litter over the entirety of her human form. whilst she upheld power over him ually, what he was able to do to her was undeniable. clearing , her attention returns to the glasses before her as well as the male leaning into her palm, the action earning a soft laugh of endearment from the goddess. the pad of her thumb runs over his chin before her palms return to the edge of the countertop. intrigue is immediately plastered upon her visage as he mentions the ribbons, to which she leans downward the slightest to examine. “do you intend to bind me, dearest dionysus?” she questions, for they’d never explored anything like so within their ual adventures. not like she’d be against it, however, but it’d certainly be... new. honey orbs shift from the ribbons to then run over his countenance once more with her lower lip collected between her teeth, right hand elevating to nudge her blonde strands behind her ear. extending her hand, she collects her own glass and raises it, a seductive smile dancing on her lips. “to....” as if in thought, she leans in to ghost her lips over his own, yet never openly pressing them together. “us? and this fine night? and this wine and snack?” she suggests within the proximity before leaning back to reach in to gently clink her glass upon his own before retracting it to take a sip.

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta (Feel free length wise! I’ve been having the tendency to get a little... carried away <3)

As soon as Dionysus hears her yelp, he saunters up and leans in close to her ear from behind, a throaty snarl erupting from his throat, “Do you really think you can tame me?” he quips huskily against her ear, tugging the shell in between his molars before swiftly doing a ninety to face the counter. He places the basket on the countertop, though once his eyes fall on her again as they always tended to do, he instinctively leans in to her beckoning to give the impression Aphrodite was giving him chin scratches, his gaze intently fixated on the honey that seemed to be dripping from her orbs. “You’re my prey.” Dionysus promulgated in a whisper, bringing his attention back to the basket on the table and the Bordeux she had placed there. “Shall we?” he repeated back to her as he pulled the bottle from the basket, placing the mini bowl of strawberries down next to his cup before tugging at each ribbon to let them loose from the bottle, shooting her a wink and tucking each of them in the hem of his pants to let them hang down on his hips, “Don’t think about touching these, if you really want to know what they’re for, your clothes have to be off to find out, so be a good girl.” Dionysus takes ahold of the bottle once more and carelessly flicks off the cork before tilting the bottle to gracefully fill each cup. “Now we shall.” And without letting go of the bottle, he scoops up his cup and offers a toast with a simper spreading wide across his tiers.

@「 ʜᴇʀᴍᴇs 」diocles agnes "i'm sorry," an apology is the only thing she could come up with in the moment, brows furrowing together. "i didn't mean to offend you, but i surely hope you're aware that if you need assistance of any kind, i would be happy to help you." the last few words are practically murmured upon the rim of her glass, head tilting backwards to sip from the drink once more. once it's set upon the table top, revealed is a pair of brims pressed tightly together. how could she turn down someone with such desperation? then again, how could she go against her own morals? a newfound silence wraps around her like a thickened blanket, eyes lost amongst the table top as the pads of her fingers run back and forth above the wood. her eyes flutter as she considers his offer, remaining still before opening her eyes with a sigh. "i need you to promise me, promise me that you won't get caught."

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta he slowly shakes his head. as quickly as his gaze had risen to meet hers had it fallen, staring into the dark depths of the wine. "no, i require no such thing. i can handle myself." he states indignantly through clenched teeth. as she continues her argument, he grows exhaustitative. "may i ask you if i've ever been caught before, aphrodite? the answer is no. you see, everyone else's gifts easily translated into our new mortal lives--except mine. messages are handled by technology, livestock no longer have shepherds, and the most cunning thief is no thief at all. what is left for me to do than follow orders of men more cruel than ares?" he admits with an exasperated sigh, shaking his head once more. "i can't believe mortals have become this despicable."

@「 ʜᴇʀᴍᴇs 」diocles agnes the smile and somewhat look of amusement on aphrodite's visage begins to fade the moment her eyes catch the gentle quiver of her ex-lovers hand. she immediately catches on to the possibility of this deal being a necessity for hermes, and whilst she wanted to give him everything she could, she was desperate to entrust that this would be a good deal. "hermes," her voice is decorated with concern as she leans upon her forearms once more, hovering a bit over the table. setting down the glass, her hands gently caress his wrists. "do you need help? financially? i can give you money." breathing in, she leans back with a faint sigh. "i need to know that what's being done is being done legally. no theft. i don't mind helping you with money, but i have to know what you would be doing."

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta beginning to feel anxious as he senses an impending doom upon his proposed business deal, his heel beats repeatedly against the floor, making a weak attempt at hiding the tremor in his hands. "thank you," he states beneath his breath as she extends a glass of wine to him, reciprocating the gesture despite the wine shaking visibly enough if one paid attention in his palm. he dares to meet her gaze, yet his previously jubilant energy is now gone in the face of his desperation for a deal. "well, miss aphrodite," he begins, gaze falling to the table's surface that occupies the space between them. "what will it take for you to entrust everything to me?" he asks, lifting his gaze to meet hers once more, except this time the sense of conviction he inherited from his father flashes across his visage. "but you'll have to remember that i'm willing to take what i need."

@「 ʜᴇʀᴍᴇs 」diocles agnes "mhm," the female hums in response to his reiterated question, only to press her palms atop the edge of the table to push herself up. she's listening to each word that's spoken as she grabs two glasses and a bottle of wine, then setting a glass before hermes and beside her own boxed dinner across from him. she fills both of the bottles before taking a seat once more, taking her glass within slender digits to gently clink upon his own with a smile. "i appreciate your trust in me, dearest hermes." aphrodite begins, taking a sip from the glass before setting it down. "however, we're not on mount olympus anymore. if this is including my own business, i have to know that i can entrust everything in you. because this business? it's all i've got to keep me on my feet. i can't risk that. i'm sure you're aware that business owners should know every way a transaction is made." taking another sip, her brow perks.

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta "how?" he repeats the question, and his thought process is made fairly evident across his visage as he takes a moment to accurately respond. "well miss aphrodite, it has never been my gift of exactly conducting business deals. that's always been charon's thing, but i've yet to locate him." he pauses for a moment, raising a brow with a playful smile, having gained the sense that aphrodite could very well assume what his methods of finding such deals were and was likely not interested in buying into such a deal given its risks. "if he was here, he would probably instruct me to not tell you. although i have to admit, i trust you the most out of all of those on mount olympus, but to this day i'm unaware of how charon conducted his business taking souls across good ol' styx! it's just the way of the business world to not share such trading secrets, miss. i sure hope you'd understand."

@「 ᴅɪᴏɴʏsᴜs 」andrew ampelos although aphrodite's own mind had seemingly been flooded with indecent and titillating images of her previous lover, the goddess is evidently aware of the effect she has on him. being the goddess of ual love, it is something that has hung around her forever, yet it certainly wasn't annoying -- especially not with her ex-lover, whom she was aware was a spectacular lover between the sheets. her eyes run over the exposed flesh of his nape, one that almost beckons her closer to taint. before she's able to do so, however, her back is facing towards him and she's facing the kitchen. a quiet yelp emits from her tiers at the slap, followed by a giggle as she begins to saunter towards the kitchen. "easy there, tiger." aphrodite warns whilst looking over her shoulder to the male, wavy blonde locks tickling her lower back with each sway of her hips. both of her hands are soon occupied by the wine glasses, which she sets upon the counter top whilst beckoning dionysus with her index finger. "shall we?"

@「 ʜᴇʀᴍᴇs 」diocles agnes "you do make a good point, i can admit, but--" the female pauses, twirling the pasta upon her fork before raising it to take a bite. she ponders on the taste for a moment before slumping back within her seat with a moan of satisfaction. "this is pretty close." her feast is continued as her eyes overlook hermes, attention strictly set on his build. "well, must i remind you that i run a practice? for skin, hair, all that good stuff. but we do also have retail sales.." she perks a brow, leaning upon her forearms as if to look closely at the male. "i do think this would be a good thing for both of us, but tell me, how would you be able to find these deals?"

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta Although her lids fall closed, Dionysus’s lids stay half-parted in pure adoration. The shaky breath that fell from Aphrodite’s lips in that moment had his own lips parting to instinctively breathe her in, and the saccharine serenity of their synchronization made his own breath suddenly staggered, the sight of her tongue alone mixed with the proximity of their bodies and her hand on his chest to be able to feel the torridity radiating off has his way of words becoming adagio, a drunkenness that reached the god now becoming apparent in his almost be tone, “It is oh so... So...” he catches his own breath once again in that moment, “...very so.” but the sight of her smirk brings him back to his senses and has him blinking rapidly, “Let’s get some glasses first, I’d like to enjoy this particular bottle... nice and slowly first. Just like how I plan on enjoying you tonight...” he lets out a sultry laugh, playfully tracing circles along her hip before guiding her body to face towards the kitchen, letting his lower lip in between his teeth when suddenly he loses a slither of his control and leaves an audaciously hard slap against her , following along suit.

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta "only the best for the most beautiful, right? although, i've found that none of the food is like the ambrosia--so i guess it's not necessarily the best, but the best available." he admits sheepishly, waiting for her to join him before he continues. "anyway, back to my point--i considered since your store naturally consumes a lot of different specialty things for hair and what not, i'd be the perfect person to help you find a deal and replenish your stock, correct? i'd just ask for a cut of the item's original market value--a small cut just for my time." he finishes with a nod and a bright smile, visibly excited from the prospects of a new business arrangement. "so, what do you say?"

@「 ʜᴇʀᴍᴇs 」diocles agnes "thank you," the female murmurs a tad sheepishly, albeit aware of the matter. her hip follows the movement of the door to completely shut it as both hands are soon occupied by the delicacies provided by him. "you're looking more dashing than ever, especially that you've brought me such good food." she returns, overlooking hermes once before slowly taking a seat before him. the tips of her fingers run over the fork already laid out on the table, running it over the pasta with a faint hum before nodding her head. "i believe it would be," she nods, perking a brow in his direction with a simper. "do go on, i'm listening."

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta he greets her with an equally exuberant smile the moment her door swings open, and he gladly steps through the doorframe upon her invitation. "nothing at all--well, necessarily. might i add you're as beautiful as ever." he replies, happily handing the bag and its contents over. "i just hope the pasta is to your liking. it's from a fine italian chef, might i add! smelled good too." he says before taking a seat, gazing in her direction with an underlying message of intent. "may we talk business if you happen to have a moment? i thought of an idea that may prove useful to both of us during our time here. it would even let us see each other daily! wouldn't that be amazing?"

@「 ʜᴇʀᴍᴇs 」diocles agnes silence fill the entirety of the apartment, the only noises being made by faint dust particles floating through the rays of the setting sun through her windows. admittedly, she was quite tired after today's work, but even her exhaustion wasn't enough to keep her sound asleep when the silence was broken by that of one so familiar: hermes, a previous lover of her own. he doesn't startle her, however, the corners of her tiers slowly etching upwards before her eyes flutter open. within a matter of seconds she's extending an arm to open the door, tiers etched within a toothy grin. "hermes, my dearest. how can i thank you for this? please, do come in." she motions, taking a step back to widen the door for him.

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta "deeelivery!" he calls in a sing-song voice upon making his entrance into the hallway of aphrodite's apartment. having carried the pasta from italy, he figured no amount of steps could be wasted in the effort of bringing a smile to aphrodite's face. he pauses once arriving to her door, noticing how there was a receipt stuck to the bag of carryout pasta. he plucks the receipt from the bag and shoves it into his pocket. "too bad for giorno and his pasta," he muses before lifting his hand to finally knock at her door.

@「 ᴅɪᴏɴʏsᴜs 」andrew ampelos the plush flesh of her lower lip is tugged between pearly whites, the immediate feeling of need for her previous lover creating a pool within her stomach. aphrodite's head tilts upward with each step taken towards her by the god, his height towering over her own within the close proximity. lashes flutter upon her cheeks as they fall closed, exhaling a shaky breath whilst simultaneously attempting to process the words spoken into her ear. "is that so?" she inquires in a whisper, running the tip of her tongue between her lips before elevating a brow. extending an arm out to press against dionysus' chest, her fingers walk up to then curl around his collar. she leans upon her toes with a firm grip remaining, corners of her lips etched into a similar smirk. "should i get glasses or are we drinking out of the bottle?"

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta Dionysus turns his head at the melodious sound of Aphrodite’s voice calling for him until his eyes fall so gracefully on her visage, the butterflies that were in his stomach fluttering so erratically that the flutters of their wings grew the umber in his stomach, a patter in his heart and a drip of lasciviousity that sat on the tip of his tongue.
“You should overall think of it as a garnishment for my meal but-” his eyes, without a hint of contriteness scroll up and down her frame until his eyes meet hers once again, stepping towards her in light steps until he stood starkly in front of her, delicately placing his free hand on her waist before leaning in to whisper raspily against the shell of ear “I’d love for you to try this wine with me first before anything, I think you’d take great interest in my inspiration of the taste...” and with his words, he lets out a long and teasing hum and slowly clicks his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he pulls away to look at her expression once again, a salacious smirk spreading across his lips as he twirled the basket back and fourth in his hand.

@「 ᴅɪᴏɴʏsᴜs 」andrew ampelos the rounded tips of aphrodite's manicured nails gently brush atop of her forehead to collect the strands shielding that of her eyes, brushing them aside with rounded eyes pouring into her own reflection. a brow elevates, chin stuck out as her head tilts to the side just a tad. "not so bad," she murmurs, only to lean in further to examine the state of her own flesh. good, she determines. she looks good. though (according to her) when did she not? the posture of her body, clad by a simple white t- knotted at her waist and high waisted jeans, straightens with both arms extending above her head. the initial sound of her door opening slightly startles her, yet only then does she remember whom she'd invited over. the thought nudges each corner of her tiers upwards as she turns upon her heels to face the door of the bathroom, only then stepping towards it. the tips of her fingers slide up the door frame with her other palm pressed amongst her hip, cheekily grinning towards the taller male before her. "i'm here for you, dion." raking a pair of honey tinted orbs down his figure, then elevating back to his fulfilled hands. "looks like you've brought appetizers."

@「 ᴀᴘʜʀᴏᴅɪᴛᴇ 」clementine etta Andrew debilitatedly his way towards the door, clad in a loosely fitted patterned baroque blouse, with sleeves that romantically hung off his arms, partially ed as it was a routine to exhibit his chest once his day was over, black finely striped wool lined slacks, and sneakers that he had put on with the notion that he was going to need to wear something that he could slip off with ease. In his hand was a woven basket, filled by a bottle of a strawberry moscato that of which he had fervently formulated but not yet released, filled with a secret intention, wrapped with two silk ribbons, one long and one short, that held a piece of his own knowledge, strawberries that held a secret thought, and rose petals that held a secret emotion. As he reached the door, his eyes sparkled a green chateau as he looked at the number, “time for a 101 in love.” he thought to himself, He turns the doorknob and flattens his lips into as thin of a line as he possibly could as he stepped through, immediately closing and locking the door behind before stepping out of his shoes, a playful and excited pep coming into his step as he began searching the livingroom. “Oh love, where are you? The party is here.” He calls out in a singy songy voice. Feeling the butterflies that he was holding back begin to erratically flutter in his stomach.

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