( two )

[caipirinha]

my character gets into bed with yours, or vice versa;
what happens?
have you crawled under the covers for some friendly
cuddles, or are your intentions not so innocent?
are you planning some form of practical joke, or are
you just plain drunk?
maybe you just have no idea what's going on.

( adapted from the plurk meme! )

Comments

[hugsandkisses]

Always a nice surprise?

[He lifts his hand only to let Ogmios turn onto his side, palm against the side of his thigh when he lowers it again. There's nothing possessive about it; the Greek god doesn't know how to be when he's always been a poster child for sharing love wherever possible.

His fingertips lightly squeeze at the other deity's leg in affectionate but silent reassurance that he's come here because he wants to spend time with Ogmios, ulterior motives forever absent. With Eros, what you see is what you get.]

I was thinking about you so I thought I'd come see you.

[influential]

Of course.

[ There is something strangely relaxing about Eros' presence; the ease of his character is something that Ogmios can readily appreciate, and a very distinct honesty in everything that he does that calms Ogmios. He can without doubt say that there has never been an occasion where he has felt anything but entirely comfortable and even rather happy in Eros' company. Ogmios is the sort of individual, the sort of god, that hates to admit to any kind of struggle, whether it's weariness with his newspaper (a more than taxing occupation, he has discovered, though incredibly rewarding) or simply feeling a little old and tired, but at least with Eros he feels entirely less self-conscious if it starts to show.

Slowly, Ogmios sits up, leaning forward to shift himself a little closer into Eros' personal space, exhaling quietly, ridding himself of the last remnants of his sleep. ]

How nice to know I'm in your thoughts. [ And, quite honestly: ] You happen to have crossed mine recently, as well.

[hugsandkisses]

I did?

[The smile that tugs at the corners of the Greek god's lips is mostly hidden, though if Ogmios is listening close enough he should be able to hear it. As the Celtic god sits closer, Eros finds himself incapable of keeping his hands under control, a habit he's never been encouraged to curb. He's naturally curious, tactile and affectionate - why would anybody tell him to stop when he does what he does so well?

His free hand, the one not already making little secret of enjoying the feel of a firm, warm leg beneath his fingertips, slides up the side of the other god's neck, thumb drags up and over the tendon leading to just under his ear. He knows no better way of saying hello to someone he loves quite as much as he loves Ogmios.]

What were you thinking about?

[influential]

[ Ogmios leans into the touch below his ear with a low hum of appreciation, the skin of his thigh tingling beneath Eros' touch, even though hand and leg are separated by a layer of fabric. He is momentarily distracted, like a pleased cat, before he opens his eyes once again to look over the other god's face in the dark, vision finally adjusting better to the light (or lack of it). He smiles, in a habitually broad manner, as if privy to a secret no one else knows, even though his thoughts are rarely kept secret for very long. ]

About your ever wandering hands. About your effortless, soothing company, [ he pauses just for a moment, turning and shifting his head to press a light kiss to Eros' wrist ] and how I haven't had the chance to enjoy that company for a while. [ There's nothing even faintly accusatory in his tone; it's just a statement of fact, that they hadn't seen each other in a while. ] Hence the pleasant surprise.

[hugsandkisses]

I wouldn't want to disappoint you seeing as you love my company so much!

[The brief flash of a toothy grin is in response to those lips against his wrist, eyelids fluttering shut for the barest of moments of enjoyment before he's moving again. Half of the reason there's never a dull moment with Eros is that he finds it verging on impossible to stay still, even for a second. He constantly needs to be moving and active, especially in bed, and Ogmios' greeting has given him all the permission he thinks he needs to make the most of this particular liaison.]

I've brought you a present too. [His lips gentle graze the curve of Ogmios' ear from the position he's taken up, both knees planted into the bed either side of the other god's hips and hands wrapped gently around his face. Without warning and in a complete abuse of his own powers, rose petals start raining down from the ceiling, Eros' smile amused and mouth finally pressing a line down towards Ogmios' collarbone.]