She hadn't been in a party mood. She'd been in a "burn the place to the ground" kind of mood. Her elaborate gown (http://img2.etsystatic.com/il_570xN.241597582.jpg) change hadn't helped her at all. But then Apollo, the sneaky bastard, pulled her under the mistletoe. And for a moment she was stiff in his arms. But this was Apollo. Who could honestly resist? Especially, someone who was already reaping the personal benefits of sleeping in his bed at night.
With reluctance, she did indeed melt into him, her arms coming up around his neck. Screw the stupid show. The not-audience could wait.
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Re: Stave 3
Date: 2012-01-20 08:12 am (UTC)With reluctance, she did indeed melt into him, her arms coming up around his neck. Screw the stupid show. The not-audience could wait.