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Location: Hôtel Jeu Ancien - Ballroom
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: Everybody out of the pool!

Word came to him that the godlings had dithered around enough. It was time for them to go home and get on with it. Right! Nigel had his orders and he was nothing if not efficient.

He took the initiative to put into play Evacuation Protocol #57. Everything in his guests' rooms suddenly ceased to work. Lights went out. Televisions and computers turned off on their own. Even the water taps stopped functioning, and all of it suddenly. If they were outside of their room their key no longer opened doors, except for those of the elevator bay and then the elevators would take them only to the lobby.

He straightening the cap on his head, smoothed the lapels of his jacket then brushed imaginary lint from his sleeves. He was prepared for the ensuing confrontations.

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And yet he took her shoes off anyway. She didn't rub it in when he put her heels in her hands though, turning to arch a brow at the bellhop. "Pushy bastard, isn't he?"

Poseidon moved toward Nigel pulling his key out of his pocket and nearly handing it over nicely. Nearly. It was nice to make the onlookers uncomfortable, and Poseidon had no problems with gratuitous.

"Does this mean your little charade is over?" he questioned with a growl.

His eyes lifted to the sea god and that blase look never changed. He'd put the man into a wall once. He has no doubt that the establishment would see to it that he could defend himself again.

"Correction, sir. This isn't my anything, and it certainly wasn't a charade." His lips spread into a semblance of a smile. "But it is over, yes."

He twiddled his fingers, his palm open.

"Good," Poseidon said with an intense scowl. "Or I'd let you choke on your own saliva." He handed over the key, slapping it on the wooden counter and letting it sail over so Nigel would have to pick it up.

His eyes shot back over toward Medusa who looked considerably shorter without her heels.

She arched a brow at the bellhop, frowning deeply. With a huff she stepped up and set her key on the counter. Then she kissed her middle finger, smirked and stepped up next to Poseidon.

Poseidon looked down with a smirk. "Careful you don't trip and fall." He brushed the hair back from her neck though his gaze shifted at seeing Aphrodite make her entrance.

Following his gaze her eyes narrowed. Ah. The scheming bitch. As if she were one to talk.

"Right." She turned that suspicious look back to him and gave him a smile just as bland as the bellhop's had been.

In a robe no less, she would walk in clad like that. He gave Aphrodite an amused smile, no shame in looking her over.

"What?" he said mischievously, "it's not like I'm married sweetheart," he tilted her chin with his hand.

"Did I say anything?" Her eyes were snapping but she didn't pull her chin away.

He gave a long suffering sigh and rolled his eyes. "If you want to get home I suggest that you join the others instead of dithering around."

"Your eyes say everything, baby," he whispered letting his thumb run over her mouth. He wasn't a one man show, and if Dite hadn't worn that robe just to make the rest of the men in this hotel drool, he'd be surprised.

The corners of her lips twitched upwards as she looked up at him, then they parted to let the tip of her tongue brush across his thumb. "Whatever."

She knew she wouldn't be his only, but that bitch Aphrodite had pushed her buttons before.

His nose twitched slightly in annoyance. He wasn't any woman's. The only girl he belonged to was his daughter. Medusa, Dite, they were entertainment. It would be difficult for any woman to wiggle into his heart, even Amphitrite if she were to ever show her face again. His daughter had command of that spot in his heart. Had he let her been thrown to her mother, things would have been different.

He pushed her mouth open slowly, giving her a rough taste of his own tongue, enough to send shivers down her spine. "Glad we have an understanding."

She molded herself against him during the kiss, nipping at his lower lip before it broke entirely then grinned at him, pushing lightly at his shoulder. "Come on. Let's get home or whatever this is all about."

Just like a snake threading her coils around him. "Might want to put those shoes back on," he said with a pleased grin, grabbing her ass just for the pleasure of it and stepping forward away from Nigel's counter.

"Picky, picky." She held onto the counter to slide first one shoe then the next back on before following him.

Once she had finished up with Nigel, Aphrodite went to join up with the rest of her pantheon. She'd noticed Poseidon eyeing her earlier, and came up beside him, ignoring Medusa.

"Ready to get out of this place?" she asked casually, the water still steadily dripping from her hair and over her skin, the robe clinging to her.

His eyes grazed her form and what that robe did and didn't cover. His hand still sat against Medusa's back when Aphrodite approached but it was clear that his attention was diverted momentarily.

"Caught at a bad time?" he said perking a brow.

"Something like that," she replied. If she felt any embarrassment by her presentation, she kept it well hidden.

There was a small smile. "It's a good look for you."

"So glad you approve," she purred. "Maybe I'll have to break it out more often."

She rolled her eyes and started to walk away wanting to escape this ridiculous ego trip the bitch was on.

Poseidon chuckled as Medusa slipped from him arm very obviously pouting over the fact that Dite had taken his attention. He kept his grip on her despite just to give her a roll of his eyes and releasing her.

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solid-gaze.insanejournal.com - 2011-08-07 23:56 (UTC) - Expand

"Please do, I like the view," he gave her a half smirk. It was a shame he'd seen so little of her since they'd been here.

"In that case, I'll make sure to bring it out just for you the next time you're over," Aphrodite said with a wink.