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Characters: Apollo and OPEN
Date/Time: Mid-morning, October 9, 2012
Location: Gardens of La Maison Jeu Ancien
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD. Depends on how it goes and who he meets.
Summary: The sun god is enjoying a bit of sunshine this morning.

Apollo was in his usual cheerful mood. Today seemed a tiny bit warmer than it had been previously, so he was casually strolling around the gardens. He maybe wasn't quite dressed for it, his wardrobe close-fitting today, but what did he care? He looked good, he felt good, and that was all that mattered to him.

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"Oh, I don't have an accent. This is just how things sound when they're properly pronounced," the sun god quipped, and gave Frigg an appreciative once-over.

"Your father is an enviable man, if that's the case."

She smirked, looking him over herself. "You're well put together yourself, but I bet you already knew that. I mean," she circles him a bit. "Walking around in these close-knit clothes." She gives his ass a long, appreciative look. "You know you've got it."

The sun god smirked.
"I'm sure you've heard the phrase 'a body like a Greek god'? I happened to be the god in question. The perfect male specimen."

She chuckles throatily. "Damn, you really don't lack for confidence, do you?" She made her way back in front of him, arms crossed in mock seriousness.

"Is there a reason why I should?" he asked, flashing her a winning smile.

"I suppose not," she conceded with a shrug. "I imagine your girlfriend doesn't complain. Melpomene, right?"

That made him laugh.
"Melpomene? I wouldn't let her hear you call her that. She'd likely give you an earful and then some."

She laughs, a little relieved. Her mother didn't raise no home-wrecker.
"Sorry, I was raised in a fairly conservative household. I'm more used to the idea of one-on-one relationships. Still, I'm learning."

"The Muses have always loved me, and I them. Ever since they were born. But, since I can't have all of them together, I grant them their freedom, and they grant me mine. I know where their true loyalties lie, and they know I will always be there for them if they need me," he said.

"That's sweet."

"It works for us," he said, "I just want to see them happy."

She nods. "I want the same for mine. Tyr, Sif, Sigyn, Hel..I want them to be happy."

"In that case, I'd say you're doing an excellent job," he said kindly, "But what about for yourself?"

She sighs, rubbing her eyes once. "Been awhile since I considered doing something for just me."

"No time like the present to change that," Apollo said cheerfully, "It's not like this place lets anything ghastly get to us."

"That's true. It's like they made this place specifically to be pleasant for us," she says, stretching a bit, causing her dress to cling a little more to the ample figure she spoke of earlier.

Apollo smiled.
"Any idea what you might like to do as a treat for yourself?"

"Hmm, not sure," she said teasingly. She took a step closer to him, her chest literally an inch away from touching his. "Do you have any recommendations?"

"I might," he teased back, and bent down to kiss her.

She moved up a little to meet him. She moaned a little louder than she'd intended. It had been a long time since she tasted a man's lips. She moved to deepen it, closing the distance and wrapping her arms around him.

Apollo folded her into his strong arms, pleased by her eagerness as he curled his fingers into her hair.

For awhile she'll just stand there and kiss him, losing herself for awhile. Finally the need for air forced her to pull away. "I hope..that wasn't too abrupt."

He smiled.
"Not at all, my dear. Of course, now the question becomes... do you want to continue?"

"I don't know," Frigg admitted. "Part of me is knows I don't know you that well. I mean I wouldn't have to worry about pregnancy or anything right now. Then the other half is telling me to jump your bones. Sorry..babbling."

"Your babbling is charming," he assured her. "It's certainly up to you, dear lady. I've never had much taste for forcing a woman."