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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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She chuckled as she settled the tray then moved to the other side of him so she could lean against him.

"Yule is my favorite holiday. I admit going overboard."

"Really? Not Samhain?" he asked, starting in on his breakfast.

The coffee was for her. Yes, she liked tea, but for first thing in the morning she went for the high octane caffiene so she nipped the mug from the tray.

"Oh I like Samhain, make no mistake." Then she smirked knowingly. "And Beltane definitely has its appeal." She took a sip of coffee. "But I like the warm, homey feelings of Yule."

"I can understand that," he said, sipping his tea, "Of course, growing up, it was always bedlam at our house. Seven kids all racing to open gifts tends to do that."

She made certain she wasn't impeding his breakfast, but was touching him with her shoulder.

"There was only me, but my parents ensured that the holidays were as memorable as they could make them."

"I'm sure they did. And this is delightful," he said, gesturing to the tray.

"I'm glad you like it." She smiled at him then leaned over to give him a kiss to the cheek.

"So what would you like to do today? That delightful fare is the end of my birthday plans."

"Hmm. Good question," he said, "I'm still not used to the American Labor Day. But, I'm sure we could come up with something." He grinned at her.

She gave a throaty chuckle as she smirked, wrinkling her nose at him. "It is ironic that we have a lazy holiday named after work." She kissed his shoulder with another chuckle.

"Well, we do have the Workers' Day at the beginning of May, but it's not quite the same," he said, "Not that I'm complaining." He brushed a kiss against her hair.

"Meanwhile I already have a note on the door to my store saying I will not be opening today." She rested her head on his shoulder. "So I'm all yours for the day."

"Good to know."

He was careful to move the tray out of the way first, but he swiftly rolled her down onto the bed with a solid kiss.

A sound of surprise became a light laugh that was muffled into the kiss, but her arms wrapped around him eagerly enough.

He broke from the kiss only long enough to slide his shirt off her, his hands running along her sides.

His eagerness was surprising but delightfully so, and her smile was seductive and sly after the shirt came off over her head.

He covered her body in kisses, his hands as gentle as always, caressing her, slipping between her legs to stroke her...

Before long, he was reaching for the drawer again.

He managed to bring her right to the edge with his attentions so that she was breathing rapidly when he paused. She wasn't going to make it easy for him, however! It was her turn to trace light touches along his skin, kiss and nibble his shoulder, his chest and neck.

He moaned softly under her touches.
"All right, all right," he said with a grin, "You can have your turn first."

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