[There had been some hesitation when it came to removing her laurels - although she's not nearly so dramatic (well, not always), it can be a loaded gesture among fellow gods. the sort of thing one might cast aside when they fled Mount Olympus or sought a life among the mortals. Symbolic more than anything, as if a piece of jewelry could change her divinity. But any implication or meaning sweeps right out of her head when he starts carding his fingers through her hair, and she smiles into the kiss before he tugs and- ]
Oh.
[There's a lot of heat behind that single syllable. And he won't need any godly powers to feel the stirring it does inside of her, her muscles fluttering tight around him and her gaze near hazy with desire, pupils blown out.] Oh, yes, Fjord.
[Punctuated with a not-too-gentle roll of her hips, her hands cupping the back of his head to help keep him in place as she moves, skin positively thrumming with anticipation.]
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Oh.
[There's a lot of heat behind that single syllable. And he won't need any godly powers to feel the stirring it does inside of her, her muscles fluttering tight around him and her gaze near hazy with desire, pupils blown out.] Oh, yes, Fjord.
[Punctuated with a not-too-gentle roll of her hips, her hands cupping the back of his head to help keep him in place as she moves, skin positively thrumming with anticipation.]