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Characters: Melpomene and Seth
Date/Time: Oct 28th, afternoon
Location: The music room in the basement
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Melpomene and Seth in the same space. Be warned.
Summary: Mel is ~~avoiding Apollo's babycraze~~taking some time to practice her guitar.

Playing the guitar around an annoying pregnancy belly was a little bit of a challenge. But once she got herself situated, it wasn't too bad. She strummed something simple on the acoustic instrument, making sure it was properly tuned. The simple tune turned into a song and she hummed along with it. Hey if Marilyn Monroe could play One Silver Dollar, so could she. And she also loved the movie River of No Return, so there. Marilyn Monroe was the shit.

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She continued the pace for a few more moments, then she couldn't hold out any longer. She practically slammed herself down on him one final time as she came. Her nails dug into his shoulders and her head fell back as she vocalized her pleasure.

And her effort brought him along fast, gripping her as tight as he dared as he came up into her. He gave out a yell that was probably just a tad loud before settling back in the chair.

"..fucking...shit." Yeah, that was the extent of his vocabulary right now.

She half collapsed against him, her forehead resting on his shoulder as she panted for breath. That had been epic, and she couldn't even summon the brain cells to say so yet. In temporary lue of saying it, she patted his shoulder, all be it a bit weakly.

A weak chuckle is his response, though his grip shifts into a hug and a light caress of her back.

After a minute she felt she'd recouped enough to talk. "Seriously...gotta do this again sometime."

"..definitely. You ever..want a flight..to New York. Let me..know. Of course I could..come to Cali," he said between breaths.

She nodded against his shoulder. "Let me lose... the freeloaders and, we'll... figure it out."

"I am so..charging my kid rent."

That startled a laugh out of her. "No shit? What are you gonna charge?"

"How much..or what for?" He teased.

"How much. I know what for."

"Well, gotta be realistic. Kid's only source of income for awhile is going to be through me, so I may wait until high school when she has a job," he reasoned.

"Tell me you plan on charging back rent."

He looks at her like she's crazy. "Hell yeah."

Well she is, so... "Oh good. I'd hate to think you'd pass that up."

He may not be entirely sane himself. Who knows. "Well if she works hard I may go a little easier on her, but that's a big 'if'>"

"Okay okay, enough kid talk. It's gonna start killing my afterglow."

"You started it," he teased.

"I only vaguely referred to them in context of being thinner and therefore more flexible."

"Okay, okay," he concedes, stealing a quick kiss. "Not that I'm complaining, but..how long have we been down here?"

"Hell if I know. I wasn't exactly counting the minutes while we were fucking like rabbits on X." There was a compliment buried in there somewhere.

"Rabbits are fucking posers," he joked.

"Point well made."

"Hey, Boss. You down here? Guess who can add 'medical tech' to her resume... Oh. Hey. Sorry. Were y'all in the middle of something?"

Seth starts a bit at the sound of Tara's voice, but recovers quick.

"Hey babe," he greets with a weary smile. "Not at all, we just finished. Mel, this is my girl, Tara. Tara, Mel."