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Entry tags:

asclepius,
nimue

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Characters: Nimue and Ascpleius
Date/Time: (backdated) Sept 4-5
Location: Around Seattle at first then Nimue's
Rating: Let's start with R
Warnings: Cuteness and sexual content
Summary: It's somebody's birthday!

It was Asclepius' birthday. It wasn't his weekend to have his daughters, and Nimue had plans. Plans within plans, if you want to be cliche about it. But just in case something had changed and he did in fact have his daughters her plans included a bit of work on his part. If he was too occupied he would be able to refuse, but if not...

The plot began with an email to him that went as so:

Go here and talk to Lydia.

[*lyrics: Happy Birthday - Marilyn Monroe]

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The light touch of his fingers over the tattoo tickled a little making her writhe a little. "I thought it appropriate." Of course then the sensation changed entirely and words were replaced with a low sound of appreciation after a sucked in breath.

"And I would agree with you there," he said with a grin, before moving lower still.

At first, he gently teased and caressed at the soft skin in the inguinal hollows, but steadily moved to kiss and lick at the most tender flesh of all.

Her eyes drifted closed as she allowed herself to get lost in the sensations, but then she had no choice. Such attentions made her lift her chin, pushing her head against the pillow as her back arched.

He smiled, and slid back up next to her, kissing her.

"Before we go any further, Nina..." he murmured into her ear, "Exactly what are we using for protection?"

Her hands cupped his face as she returned the kiss eagerly. Looking into his eyes she gave a throaty chuckle and pointed towards the bedside table. "I wasn't certain of your preference so you have a choice of brands." She grinned impishly and chuckled again.

"Ah," he said, reaching for the drawer. "Truthfully, I don't have much preference. It, ah, wasn't exactly necessary in my previous experience."

Still, he quickly slipped the condom on, and returned to her.
"Now... where were we?"

She caught his face with her hands as she smiled up at him, twining a leg around his before teasing at him with a slide of her hips. "Right about here, I think."

"Ah, of course."

He kissed her deeply as he slowly slid inside her.

It drew a soft sound of pleasure from her that was pressed into the kiss and her leg tightened around his leg.

He kissed her eagerly, passionately as he began a steady, sensuous rhythm, the strokes firm, but not rough.

She matched his rhythm with thrust of her hips, returning his kiss with increased enthusiasm.

He smiled at that. He was attentive in his lovemaking, confident, tender, caring--all the things that made him an excellent physician. If he was a solid year or more out of practice, it hadn't lessened his skill by much.

"You're amazing," he whispered in her ear before giving it a playful nip.

He said something. Words. There were words involved, she was certain of it, but she was entirely lost in what he was doing to her, how he was making her feel. He might not be aware but there were energies that built during loveplay and they were just as heady to her as the actual physical activity.

She nuzzled her head against his, his words translating finally. "And you," she gripped his arms with her hands as she kissed his cheek, "are wonderful."

"Thank you," he whispered breathlessly. He was getting close, he knew.

He gripped her tightly, growling low in his throat as he finally hit his climax.

She followed him right over that edge, her hands gripping onto him tightly as her back arched and her own cry of passion erupted from her.

The energies they'd built together crashed together. The part of her that was open to them gathered them to her, filtering them through her and into him, letting him feel what she does.

For a while, he just held her close, not wanting to move or spoil the moment.

After a while, he managed two words: "Thank you."

She hummed in appreciation, kissing his skin wherever she can reach. "Just for the record this wasn't a one time offer."

"Well, that's good to know," he said, grinning at her.

He gently kissed her hair.
"I... I'd forgotten what it could be like."

She kissed his neck as she wrapped her arms around him with a contented sigh. "Then I am very glad to remind you."

"Good. Because after that, I'm probably going to need more frequent reminders," he teased.

She chuckled and caught his face for a kiss then smiled at him. "Definitely, my pleasure."

He kissed her back.
"You make me happy, Nina," he murmured, sounding vaguely sleepy.

She smoothed his hair back with a smile then wrapped her arms around him, encouraging him to relax against her.

"The feeling is mutual, my dear Galen."

"Good," he murmured.

Before much longer, his breathing turned deep and rhythmic as he fell asleep beside her, his arm draped over her so that the snake on his arm was cozy against her dragon.

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