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Characters: Apollo and Mab
Date/Time: Morning of May 1st, possibly longer after that.
Location: Their hotel room
Rating: TBD
Warnings: Mab and Apollo locked together in a room. Expect things.
Summary: Mab and Apollo must work together

She is not a morning person. Without her alarm clock she would sleep at least until mid-morning naturally. And as that alarm clock was not there, she was sleeping soundly, curled on her side.

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Apollo just waited. Melpomene put him through worse on a regular basis.
"You do realize that really didn't change anything?" he pointed out when she emerged.

"Perhaps not for you." But for her it certainly had. Wearing clothing set the tone of her mindset. She was dressed and ready for business, and the clothing also acted as a sort of subtle armor against him. "This is no holiday, Sun God. I have no intention of lounging about half dressed."

She was making remarkably good eye contact with him as well.

"And exactly what business is it that you expect to be able to conduct from here?" he asked.

"The business of unattaching myself from you."

"Let me try something," he said. a moment later, he'd taken on his wolf form, and was fighting mightily to release his paw from the chain. The big wolf growled and whined and bit and thrashed, but it was no use. Eventually, he returned to his human form, as naked as ever.

"Damn. Worth a shot, though."

Gaia's tricks were becoming increasingly annoying. Since the last little interference, she'd long since decided that the goddess would pay dearly for the indignities that were being thrust upon her. And this being bound to Apollo was just reaffirming that decision.

"Another pointless puzzle then. Gaia must be deeply bored."

"I doubt it's entirely pointless. She says she wants us working together. A bit crude, but certainly an effective method to have enforced togetherness," the sun god mused.

"So, all right, clearly conventional methods aren't going to work. And even slightly unconventional ones..." He paused, drumming his fingers thoughtfully. "I don't suppose you're hungry? Thinking always seems to work better for me on a filled stomach."

"If you must." She had no objections to food in general, but she wanted out of the damn chain sooner as opposed to later. But even she had to admit that some reflection would be in order to figure out Gaia's little puzzle.

Apollo moved toward the kitchen area of the suite, exploring the cupboards and mini fridge. He laughed at what he saw.
"Not much, but there's bread, honey, tea and lemon. That's enough to get started, at least. Now... you like your bread untoasted with the honey, isn't that right?"

She narrowed her eyes at him. The observation was accurate, but she distinctly disliked how he was easily able to guess such a detail about her. It reminded her too closely of the last time he'd made an observation about her, which had not ended well.

"Indeed," was her only reply.

Apollo whistled cheerfully to himself as he started making up something that resembled breakfast: Tea with honeyed bread.

"There we go. To your liking, I hope."

She'd had to keep on her feet while he puttered about, less she be dragged by the chain. Once he'd finished and presented the simple fair, she seated herself, one leg crossing over the other.

She made no comment as she tasted her tea. It wasn't hardly sweet enough, and she reached for the honey to add a much more generous amount.

"There are some sugar packets over there too, if you want them," Apollo said, taking a long draught of his tea.

"If I wanted sugar, I would have gotten sugar," she replied tersely. Tea was merely a vehicle for the honey. She'd have honestly preferred just milk and honey to the tea, but it wasn't available and there was no sense lamenting it.

"You'd think with all the sugar you've got there, it'd sweeten your disposition some," Apollo quipped. "This could be a lot worse, and you know it."

The tea cup was set down, not hard, but purposefully. The meager offering of food pointedly ignored. "The severity of the indignation means nothing. A slight is a slight. I will not simply shrug my shoulders and count my blessings."

Apollo raised an eyebrow.
"And in what way have you been slighted? We've all been through this. It's not like someone's picking on you specifically."

She raised a brow at him. "I highly doubt this arrangement was arbitrarily decided."

"Is it really so bloody awful being here with me?" Apollo challenged, moving the dishes aside as he narrowed the space between them.

She didn't flinch, instead she leaned in fractionally, a cruel little smirk on her lips. "Does it truly sting your pride so deeply that I do not care for your presence?"

He smirked right back.
"You might not like me, Mab, but I can tell you want me. I can practically smell it on you," he countered.

"You flatter yourself. I am not hardly in the same state I was in on Samhain, Sun God."

Apollo lightly, almost casually, brought his hand to her neck, feeling it move with her breath, the pulse throbbing under his fingers.
"Your breath and heart rates are up. Different state, perhaps. Same desire," he observed.

She was still as stone except for that pulse under his fingers. Her too pale blue eyes staring daggers of ice at him, as her skin seemed to get colder under his hand. A subtle warning. "I did not give you permission to touch me."

"I didn't ask for it," he countered, "You don't scare me, Mab. I've dealt with far worse than you. But I've had enough argument. You want this. Might as well get it over with."

And with that, he pinned her where she was sitting as he planted a very solid kiss on her lips.