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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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The kiss was like a battle, because she did not merely submit or swoon, but battled back with lips and tongue.

"You want me, little prince, then best you prove your worthiness."

"As you wish," he said with a saucy grin, and he scooped her right up in his arms and carried her over to the bed. He kissed her neck as he undid those carefully-chosen clothes she'd just put on a short while ago, almost teasing her with his slow, deliberate hand. He was going to savor this, and he wanted her to know it.

Her body touched the the sheets and almost immediately a frost began to appear, curling outwards from her in an almost artistic spiraling spread. She lay beneath him, watching him with half-lidded eyes as he undressed her, neither helping nor hindering, merely watching and waiting.

The rime of frost disappeared the moment Apollo came near, almost sublimating directly into steam. He ran his warm hands over her skin, still slow and tantalizing, each kiss upon her a silent claim. Steady and firm, he sought out each and every sensitive little spot.

She kept tight control over her features, and gave next to nothing away. She'd told him he had to work for it and she meant it. His only clues were the slightest changes in her breath, the most barely audible moans when he'd come to a place that gave her significantly more pleasure.

Nice try, Mab. Apollo still managed to notice. With every hint of pleasure, he lavished the sensitive spots with kisses, licks and nips, stimulating it until it didn't feel remotely cold to his fingers.

She'd fight him until the end, and Mab was in general a quiet lover, so the most he managed to drag out of her was a groan in her throat. However, physically she couldn't stop natural responses. She knew she was moving into his touches, even if it was slight. She knew herself well enough to know she wouldn't be able to control it forever. So she'd cover her bases so to speak.

"I'm growing impatient, Sun God." It wasn't a lie, and it was a statement that allowed her to be demanding without losing ground.

He chuckled and moved her hand over his erection.
"You want this so badly, do you?" he whispered in her ear.

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