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 Posted: Dec 31 2017, 12:41 PM
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y'know. 'jerk-ules' isn't as funny as people think it is..

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The little Bed & Breakfast was beautiful — all red brick and an exuberance of plants that remained vibrant even beneath the light layer of snow blanketing everything. The interior, too, was warmly decorated in polished wood and earth tones and filled with what looked like antiques from the last century. Including the furniture, Hektor noted warily. All-in-all, it was a quaint little place but it was startlingly small. Or, rather, he felt too big inside of it. The elderly woman and her sister who claimed ownership of the place had eyed his size with alarm and reticence in equal measure. Standing at six-foot-five-inches exactly, Hektor was used to towering above most people and ducking his head through doorways. His height was only half the problem, as years of honed muscle gave him the look of some sort of sideshow attraction, his shoulders alone often pulling the seams of his shirt taut when he dared exert himself. How many buttons had he popped before he’d started seeking out clothing tailored to him? He was not used to navigating houses seemingly built from someone half his size.

Weighed down with their luggage, he had to turn sideways to navigate the narrow upper hallway they’d been directed to. The crab-style walk was inconvenient but the small spaces left on either side of him made it impossible for anyone else to pass. He only hoped no one appeared coming from the other direction. Fortunately enough, there’s was the only room at the end of this hall -- a polite, if vague, request he’d made when booking to have a room as distant from the others as possible. For reasons he was mildly embarrassed to speak aloud but had been made aware of on more than one occasion. Though he hadn’t brought it up to Meg, he was sure she knew and simply didn’t care. Not that he really did, either, aside from a touch of guilt over bothering others with their….exuberance. The request, however, had come with some concessions and, after spending a moment finagling with the door handle, he realized just what those concessions were. Mainly, and most importantly, was the size of the room itself.

Though it wasn’t terribly small, most of it was taken up by furniture -- an early 19th century writing desk at the window, a large wardrobe, a chair in one corner. The bed, on which he set the luggage now with a definite squeak and could already tell would be too short for him, took up the majority of the center of the room. Part of the ceiling slanted steeply over the room before levelling off and Hektor made a mental note to be aware of it, though he would likely knock his head against it at least once before the weekend was over. Despite all this, he was still pleased with himself for having arranged it. It was nice to get out of the city for New Year’s and even better that he’d be spending it with the woman he loved. He turned towards her now with a grin, hopeful enthusiasm shining in his blue eyes. ”Well, what do you think?” He asked, placing his hands on his hips. ”Cozy, right?”




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 Posted: Dec 31 2017, 08:47 PM
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For years, Meg had managed to pretend that she was not at all a fan of romantic gestures. She pretended to be a cynic through and through with a heart of gold who could not be impressed by our bought with chocolates and flowers and starry-eyed promises of happiness and devotion. It was these things that had betrayed her in the past, these things that had pushed her straight down into the cycle of bad luck and trouble that she’d been struggling to break out of ever since, and she had sworn up and down that she didn’t need anyone else weighing her down or holding her back. All she needed was herself, she said, and she would be enough. She had to be enough. It was easy to say these things when she held tight to the heartbreak she endured, refusing to forget what had happened to her. She had been betrayed, and it was understandably easy to forget, but after a while even she had known that she couldn’t live her life on her own. She had gotten lonely, though she wouldn’t have admitted it to anyone, and she’d missed the feeling of having someone there, someone she trusted and was attracted to, someone she loved. It was a strong word, one that she had shied away from for a long time, but she couldn’t dance around it anymore. That’s right, Muses, she’d finally cracked, and while she still wouldn’t say it out loud, they had been right all along. She was in love with Hercules, now Hektor. At the start, it had been difficult – she’d hurt him, and because of that she’d once again sworn off romance and all the drama that came with it – but, despite all that, something kept bringing them back together. Call it fate, destiny, true love, whatever – over and over, they found each other and, well, yeah, she fell in love.

To be fair, who wouldn’t? Hektor was equal parts sweet and hot, the perfect mix of awkwardness and attraction, and, above all, he cared about her. It wasn’t like the stuck-up jerk she’d been with before, where, she realized later, that he’d always looked at her like a meal of some sort and he’d only cared about how they appeared to the outside world, if they seemed like the power couple he’d hoped for. Hektor saw who she was, knew she could be snarky and independent and stubborn and impossible, but he still stayed. He cared what she thought, what she was feeling, and he wanted to be there for her, even when she was at her worst (and boy, her worst could be bad). He stayed, and she couldn’t help but soften toward him over time. Even she wasn’t immune to his dorky smile and golden retriever-esque presence. She even had to admit that she loved the romantic gestures he made, and, well, now here they were. In one big romantic gesture that he’d arranged. She’d rolled her eyes and shaken her head for show, tossed some half-heartedly cynical question at him punctuated by her favorite nickname for him (Wonderboy), but still her heart had fluttered at the idea of a romantic getaway that he’d arranged, and she hadn’t managed to keep the genuine smile from her lips.

Aesthetically, the B&B was charming, quaint, the sort of thing that would show up in Hallmark holiday movies. It was run by two old ladies who probably had no idea what they were in for when Meg and Hektor walked in the door, and she couldn’t help but cast him an amused smile at how large he was compared to, well, everything in the tiny building. But she said nothing, and soon they were on their way to their room. “Alright there, Wonderboy? I can take my own suitcase,” she said with a small laugh as they made their way down the hall to the end room. (Probably a good choice, she thought to herself as she eyed the walls. Did B&Bs get soundproofed? They didn’t really have a good track record as far as noise levels went during, ah…“romantic interludes”…) He opened up the door, and she quickly dodged through to get out of his way as he carted in the luggage and set it on the bed, which squeaked. Meg raised her eyebrow – that would likely come back to haunt them. Smiling in return as Hektor turned to her, hands coming to rest on her waist (her heart fluttering happily in her chest), she rested her arms over his and let out a sigh. “It’s quaint, it really is,” she replied, looking around. “The squeaky bed is a nice touch. Those unsuspecting old ladies downstairs will live to regret that.” She squeezed his bicep affectionately and shot him a coy smile. “You did good, Wonderboy. This is perfect.” And to punctuate her words, she leaned into his chest and kissed him on his stupid, beautiful mouth.

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 Posted: Dec 31 2017, 10:50 PM
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y'know. 'jerk-ules' isn't as funny as people think it is..

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Eyes roving her face for any sign of distaste, Hektor sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His hands were gentle at her waist, his palms seemingly perfectly suited to resting at the curves there. As if trying to coax a positive response to his question, or at least soothe any reticence over any flaws she might find with his choice, his thumbs made gentle circles into the material of her clothing. His heart stuttered a moment as she sighed but calmed again as her own arms came to rest on his in a relaxed embrace. When she answered, he grinned in response, his chest swelling with her approval. He didn't know why he needed it so much, he never had. Nearly from the moment, she'd turned those large dark eyes on him, he'd been a goner. Meg had always been the sole keeper of his heart. Even during those long years they had been apart, his heart limping along from the hurt she had done it, he had loved her. He couldn't -- wouldn't -- deny that he had tried to stop. Gods knew he had tried. A litany of reasons as to why he shouldn't had always followed any thought of her.

Yet, the moment she had shown up in his life again, they had dissipated like smoke in the open air and Meg was a breeze. Whether or not she realized it, and he suspected that she didn't quite, she commanded whatever room she entered and he was no different. He was simply the lucky bastard who got to regularly stand on the receiving end of one her smiles. And that was it really. Whatever was in their past, was in their past for good, and Hektor had realized early on that he was far happier with her, whatever scars (wounds that were long healed and faded to almost invisibility) she'd left behind, than attempting to live without her. There was hardly a moment in his head in which he did not think of her, did not wonder what she was doing and what dry remark she would make about something or other. So close to her, as he was now, he couldn't think straight in the least. The smell of her, perfume or soap or just her, turned his head foggy and he doubted there would ever come a day when it didn't.

A warmth unfurled in his gut at her innuendo, though he chuckled ruefully. "I--" he began to respond but was quieted with a kiss. Blue eyes flared in surprise briefly before they slid closed, returning the pressure. Removing his hands from her waist, he wrapped his arms around her to keep her right where she was at -- pressed against his chest without an inch of space between them. No doubt she could feel his pulse quicken, his heart beat stomping out an unsteady rhythm as his lips moved against hers. Hektor loosed a breath, a hint of regret amongst the humor in his voice as he broke the kiss to say: "I did that good, huh?"




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Even now, though he was in his thirties, there were still moments when Meg felt as though she glimpsed a sort of boyishness in Hektor, in times like these when he seemed to seek her approval and hang his hopes on her positive response. It was endearing, really, the hopeful glint in his eyes, the tentative smile, waiting for her judgment as though she could dictate some small piece of his fate in that moment. As if she could ever hate something kind that he did for her – sure, she could be harsh at times, and she wasn’t always proud of the way she handled her frustrations, but that didn’t mean she didn’t notice and appreciate even the little things he did for her. Pouring her a cup of coffee alongside his on the mornings when she was in a rush (which was nearly every morning). Stocking up on her favorite wine. Letting her ramble and complain about every little thing that went wrong with her day to blow off steam. In this moment, she was coming to realize she didn’t tell him often enough how much she loved the things he did, because he didn’t have to do them – never mind the fact that he’d planned this entire romantic New Year’s Eve getaway for the two of them. They could have spent the holiday at home and been just fine, but he had gone out of his way to make this happen. Barring the possibility of something horrendously terrible happening, there was no way she wouldn’t love the plans he’d made (and even in the event of some huge problem, they could bond just as easily over a bad experience as a good one).

She’d been thinking about this for the entire ride to the B&B, and now, as they stood close, the warmth of his body seeping into her skin in every place that they touched, the thought of it made her heart pound, a small spark of heat settling deep inside her. He had done this for her, for them – the shameless part of her that all too easily found itself intoxicated by his closeness whispered: was there anything sexier than that? The way he held her close didn’t help, the way his arms fit so perfectly around her waist, her chest pressed to his, nose brushing, his breath settling on her lips softly every time he exhaled or spoke as he did now. Did he doubt his good work? She supposed sometimes it could be difficult to discern her truthfulness from her sarcasm, but that was only half the reason why she decided to lay it all out for him. The other half was because she could feel her heart skipping beats, and she felt like she needed to make his catch up. The best way she knew to do that was to tease him. Eyes opening, she drew back, leaning back a little against his arms. “Well, let’s see. We’ll go down the checklist.” With this, she turned around in his arms, flipping her hair out of her face and tugging it to one side, baring her neck before settling back against his chest. She remembered the night in the garden when she’d stood against the his statue, wondering what it would be like to be held by him in this way, with his arms settled comfortably around her waist, resting back against him so every inch of her back was molded against him, her head resting against his shoulder. (It was better than she had imagined back then, to be welcomed into his arms this way.)

“Holiday getaway, check.” She gestured to the window that looked out over the winter landscape. “Snow for a romantic and refreshingly new atmosphere, check. Novelty is important, don’t you know.” She swept her hand in a gesture that encompassed their entire room. “Adorable bed and breakfast, check. Charming innkeepers, check. 19th century furniture,” here she pointed to the chair, the writing desk, the wardrobe, then the bed in order, “check.” She turned to look at him over her shoulder, once again finding that if she just tilted her chin up a little, they were just a breath away from one another. “Seems pretty good to me, Wonderboy. All that’s missing is the wine, but I think we can work on that after we’ve gotten settled, hmm?”

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 Posted: Jan 2 2018, 06:43 PM
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Warmth spread across his chest as she turned in his arms and they, whether by instinct or habit by now, tightened snugly across her body. He knew the feeling that expanded his heart to be love. Love, at its most rudimentary, had been the first concept he had come to understand and that was perhaps the reason he had turned out the way he had. His adoptive parents had loved in abundance, first each other and then him. Though they hadn’t shared the secret of his adoption until he was a teenager, they had never made a secret that they had wanted dozens of children underfoot and, after ending up with him after years of trying, had showered with all of the love and affection they would have given to them had they been blessed enough. They never made him feel as if he were a consolation prize or that he wasn’t enough, for all that he had felt such condemnation of himself growing up. They hadn’t judged him or tried to make him into anything more (or less) than what he was. His strength had proved problematic, his clumsiness more so, but they had loved him just the same and soothed the wounds given to him by less-than-accepting others.

Of anyone, his parents had been the best example of love a kid could ask for. Not only the endless amount they seemed to bestow on those around them but also towards each other. Their consideration for one another, the tender affection he often witnessed in their gazes when they thought he wasn’t looking. Before Meg, romance hadn’t really been something in his sphere. It was the Someday dream. The one that wasn’t hadn’t been overt or loud as other dreams had -- like becoming somebody worthwhile and finding his place in the world and being allowed to return to Olympus. Those goals had consumed most of his waking hours but, every now and then, he had sighed wistfully at the sight of a couple walking hand and hand or laughing at some secret joke shared between them. It had never lasted long, that sort of wishing. He’d had plans, aspiration, other hopes that had taken precedence. The hope for a love like that had remained strictly in the Someday. Someday when he had settled things within himself. Someday when he’d finally regained his god status. Someday when he found someone who looked at him as Ma and Pops had looked at each other.

Little had he known that someday would come sooner than he’d figured. Sheltered he might have been but it had given him a sense of goodness and an optimism that the same goodness could also be found in the world at large. Hektor hadn’t been prepared for the self-deprecating, vehemently independent woman to steal his heart away with with very little effort. Their story was not a smooth or blissful one and beginning again had taken effort on both their parts but he had been determined. He’d never once tallied up the total figure of things he did to demonstrate how much loved her. Never once begrudged her of them or weighed them against what she gave him. Because it didn’t matter. Even if he spent all of his days making sure she got to work on time or letting his own pile up when she pulled him away because she needed distraction, it meant that there would also be moments like this.

Leaning his head forward, he kissed the crown of her head, resting there as he inhaled the scent of her hair. He was only half listening to her checklist of positive traits the B&B had to offer, giving her only a quiet ”Mmm,” in response to most of it. He moved back only a little as she twisted her head to look up at him. Blue eyes met brown and he could feel her breath on his lips even as she kept talking. Hektor knew he practically glowed with happiness both at her approval and her nearness and he did nothing to check it, his feelings plain on his face as they had always been with her. Amused, the corners of his mouth ticked upwards as he knew they very likely would not get around to seeking out the aforementioned wine for quite awhie. ”Tell me more about the ‘settling in’ part of this plan,” he said, voice low as he captured her lips in a brief kiss. His eyes sparkled with mischief and suggestion when he pulled back to look at her again.




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This was the sort of romance that Meg had dreamed of as a little girl, precisely the thing that had betrayed her so long ago. For so long, she’d thought it was impossible, that there was no way she could find someone who complimented all her complications so well, and that maybe it was all just a pipe dream after all, the sort of thing from fairytales and myths that couldn’t possibly exist in the real world. People couldn’t be made for each other – some softer beings got lucky and found someone they worked well with, but she was a cynical, stubborn, independent person and she wouldn’t compromise pieces of herself for someone else. Not anymore. It wasn’t that no one would want her, that wasn’t what she thought, but if she wanted anyone, she wanted someone to be able to take her highs and lows equally and without trying to change her. So many in the world had tried; her boss wanted her to be more complacent, the man who had broken her heart wanted her to be devoted to him always and no matter what he did, even Hades had tried to make her his puppet by hanging her captivity over her head constantly…but Hektor hadn’t. Sure, they’d fought a bit as they’d tried to fall into some sort of pattern, learning the quirks that they kept hidden from the rest of the world, and they’d both had to account for past heartbreak, but after the figurative smoke had cleared they’d still been standing. He had still cared about her for who she was. More than just a pretty face and a sarcastic smile, she was a strong and passionate woman who knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to fight for it.

And sure, she was still an independent woman who didn’t need no man, but it still felt good to be held like this, his arms snug around her waist, his solid chest warm against her back, and feel him kiss her head as she spoke. She was still a girl against the world, but she wasn’t fighting alone. He was there, and he had been despite their issues, both the ones they had carried into the relationship and the ones they had encountered along the way. They were both natural disasters in their own way – despite the loss of his godlike strength, Hektor still seemed to be stronger than he realized, and his desire to help paired with the size of his body sometimes got him into trouble, like a well-meaning blind bull in a china shop. Meg, on the other hand, wasn’t often well-meaning and had pretty good control of her limbs, but she had never been on time for a single thing in her life and she had the worst luck of anyone she had ever met. And yet, it was because of these things that their relationship held balance and symmetry; they each seemed to effortlessly fill in the gaps in the other’s life, and even the little romantic gestures simply felt right. Easy. The cynicism chipped away little by little for him and no one else – how could she continue to be so negative when he looked at her like that? Like she hung the stars herself. Like she could do anything. The world didn’t seem so terrible and cruel when she woke up to his smiling face on the pillow beside her.

This trip, this escape from the city and all its responsibilities, was her chance to show him how much that meant. He’d planned this whole thing for the two of them, and that alone was enough to make her heart burst into bloom, but this wasn’t an isolated incident. He was more thoughtful than he realized, and she didn’t tell him enough how much she loved him for it. She got caught up in her own head and her own problems, in her own sarcastic jokes and lazy drawl when she spoke, and she hadn’t yet found the correct words to explain what she wanted him to know. She’d have a chance to think of that here, and, in the meantime, she had other ideas. His proximity was intoxicating, and yes they just got here, luggage still scattered on the bed, but the closed door behind them made this a private oasis, separated neatly from the chaotic world outside, and the first thing she wanted to do was take advantage of that. From the tone of his voice and the mischief in his eyes after they kissed again, a look which sent another flash of heat through her veins, she had a feeling he wouldn’t reject the idea either. “Aren’t you the eager beaver,” she teased, with a quirk of her brow, her gaze dropping to his lips a moment later as she contemplated how to put it what she wanted into words. “I don’t know about you,” she began finally, meeting his eyes again, “but I never feel settled in anywhere until I’ve tested out the bed.” A mischievous smile spread across her lips, and she tilted her chin so her next words ghosted across his lips. “Take your coat off.”

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Hektor rather thought he could die blissfully and without complaint so long as he died looking into Meg's eyes and seeing the warmth of her love in their depths. Gestures both big and small had easily replaced words in their relationship. He had never been good at them -- too honest and straightforward to say anything other than what he was thinking. Flowery language and romantic words were beyond him. While it made what he did say that much more genuine (provided he could get it out right), it wasn't often he could accurately convey the depth of his feeling for the woman in his arms. That feeling often overflowed into his actions, in his care for her and her wants and needs and various other little day-to-day things he rarely thought about before doing. Meg was much better with words than he was, her wit quick and intelligent, but she, too, rarely put her softer emotions into words. In the beginning, it had made him uncertain and anxious, wondering if, perhaps, they were a bit unbalanced in their regard for one another. But he'd learned. He, whom subtleties and nuance often escaped, had learned that what she gave him was just as much.

The trust she put in him not to let her fall, not to do damage to the fragile heart she protected from the world. Trust not to judge her shortcomings or ignore her silent signals when she needed to be lifted up. He felt her love in the trust she bestowed, when she trusted very little else. Felt her love for him in the need for his strength when she crawled into his lap after a long, stressful day and the willingness to take what she needed from him when she often refused the help of others. Meg was strong and willful enough to be her own hero if and when she pleased but she let him take up that position and that meant more than any words could impart. Whatever trials life brought them (and there had been a few already -- and more likely to come given their mutual propensity for muck-ups), they would see them through together. That had never been in question and because it was a hard fact for them, rather than an ideal, it made it easier to take the bumps and the bruises as they came. They'd fought and bickered and hurt each other and likely would have many more such moments over the course of their lives. In the end, however, they had always come back; hearts in their hands and an unwillingness to walk away.

It was no exaggeration to say that Hektor would marry her tomorrow without hesitation if he thought she'd agree to it. Meg was complicated and, while he didn't doubt her commitment to him no matter whether there was a legal paper that declared it or rings to symbolize it, that part of her independent streak that made him hesitate to bring the subject up. No matter that he was crafting a solid argument to present to her when the time was right -- which was not just then as she became exceedingly distracting. Her voice and the heated gleam in her eyes turned him to so much kindling. As it always did. As it always would, he suspected. Whenever she entered a room, his eyes would always be drawn to her and his stomach would always perform somersaults as it did now. They'd been together long enough now to recognize the preamble in her words that would inevitably lead to one place. His chuckle was warm, reverberating in his chest. The arms he kept around her tightening slightly at her demand, pressing his body closer for a brief moment before he released her and stepped away. Obediently, he discarded the heavy peacoat he wore and left it in a pile in a nearby chair, raising one golden brow in a similar way she often raised hers at him. "What next?"




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Meg was not a damsel – not anymore. There had been a time in her life, years before, when she had allowed the world to move around her as it wished and she let herself get swept away with its whims, a time when she’d relied on others to save her from whatever may come her way. She’d wanted a hero like in the stories, someone who would fight for her honor and rescue her when things got hard, and for a time she had thought she had found just that. But what happened when the hero chose to walk away? There were no songs or stories about how the damsel should cope with that abandonment, or what came after that. Her story simply ended if the hero was not present, and, for a time, that was what Meg believed her story would do too. Simply end. Quiet as a whisper or a candle snuffed out. Not that she would die, Gods no, but she felt as though an important chapter in her life was over. That is, until she put her foot down and decided on her own that it was not. That she wasn’t willing to let her life pass her by anymore, nor would she let someone else control her destiny. She was her own woman, her own hero, and she had her own voice. This was the Meg that Hektor knew – stubborn and strong and unmovable, the girl against the world, unwilling to let herself be used as a doormat. The girl who didn’t need him, but wanted him with a passion just the same, and with such an independent being this in itself was a show of true love.

She knew what she wanted when she wanted it, but that was not limited to the outside world of work and professional exchanges. She knew herself now better than ever, tried to be more honest with herself, and now that they’d grown into a sort of comfortable domesticity aided by time and experience, she trusted Hektor with the things she needed, the path of her desires and the destination she hoped to reach. Not that she expected him to submit to her every whim without question, for she respected him as much as she knew he respected her, and anyway wasn’t part of the fun finding the place where their fantasies met in the middle? On a romantic getaway like this, she knew there would be little complaint on his part, and her mind had already teased her with a few smoldering thoughts, some of which she tucked away safely for later. There would be time for that, but for now she knew what she wanted. She wanted him. Hektor’s closeness made her skin feel hot, and the way he pressed closer for a moment sent tingles through her abdomen before he pulled away, giving her space to turn around to face him once more and watch as he obediently tugged off his coat, discarding it on a nearby chair. The mischievous smile on her lips grew into amusement as he asked for the next instruction, and she bit her lip as she unwound her scarf from around her neck and removed her coat, leaving them atop his on the chair. “Next,” she began, stepping into him once more, her hands coming to rest against his chest, “you kiss me.” At these words, one of her hands trailed up to cup the back of his neck and pull him down to her level, bringing his lips to hers. (It wasn’t so much you kiss me as it was follow my lead, but she didn’t spare a thought to this as her lips moved against his.)

Now, as they kissed, her thoughts seemed to blur. Her world narrowed to this room, a blessing which she would count later when they had to return to San Francisco, where their jobs and responsibilities awaited. These things weren’t important now. This was what did: her hands finding their way back down his chest to the hem of his sweater, then sneaking under to trace the lines of the well defined abs beneath. Though she’d never said these words specifically, she had to admit that as much as she had ragged on the gladiator form, she quite liked it on Hektor, how his skin and muscle felt beneath her hands, and how it would look later in motion and unobscured by his shirt. But for the moment she was content to tease and wait, to let Hektor make his own move.

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The heat in his blue-eyed gaze intensified, as he watched Meg remove her scarf. Watching as her coat revealed smooth patches of pale olive skin at her shoulders, the corner of his mouth ticking upwards. His eyes trailed after her as she laid her things atop his, counting the heartbeats before she was before him again. The breath of air he sucked into his lungs as her hands roved beneath his sweater was audible. A low, sensual chuckle escaped him, feeling her hands trace the ridges of muscle across his abdomen. Hektor didn't bother resisting as she pulled him in for a kiss. Truth be told, she could have asked him to stand on one leg while patting his head and he likely would have done it if only to see her smile. He was much more please that what she requested of him was something already on his mind. Had been on his mind since they'd left the city for this retreat. No obligations, no neighbors (at least of the permanent sort), no need to leave this room if they didn't want to. At the moment, he most definitely didn't want to.

His lips molded to hers with a practiced ease that had come from many other such kisses. Every time he thought he knew everything about the woman in his arms, she surprised him. Changing or revealing some other small facet he hadn't yet glimpsed. Life with her, at least, never threatened to become boring. Even the intimate side of their relationship remained a learning process. What she liked and what he didn't. How their bodies worked together, their difference in size. Hardened angles of muscle and soft, rounded curves. Meg was as passionate as she was fierce. Despite having settled into that comfortable zone of becoming accustomed to one another's quirks and habits, that initial frenzy that had driven the start of their physical relationship hadn't waned. If anything, it had only increased the more they had become comfortable with one another to demand what they wanted.

Meg was usually in that role, really, and he was happy to oblige but he had lost his shyness about communicating his own desires awhile ago and did so when they appeared. Like now, arms circling her again. He lay one large palm flat against the small of her back, arching her towards him. The other chasing running down her side, chasing the curve of her waist and hip. Hektor deepened the kiss as his hand moved lower, gently palming the curve of her ass to lift her more firmly against him. Taking a breath, he pulled back his head but only an inch or two to look at her. "Kissing, check," he said, voice low. "What's the next item on the list?"




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Perhaps it was true that Meg could be, as some of her disgruntled coworkers had said before, bossy – of course, when asked, Meg would say that the word “bossy” was often used in a sexist context to belittle the desires or hard work of women, which she was very much not okay with. That said, however, the sentiment was not wholly wrong; she didn’t hold back when she had something to say, she didn’t keep her opinions to herself, and when something needed to get done, she was going to finish it one way or another, even if it involved telling a few people what they needed to do to help. When it came to her relationship with Hektor, though, it was this sort of communication that had helped them along. Knowing what they wanted from each other, being open and clear. No room for questioning. Sure, there had been little things they’d both had to learn to open up about, but other things had come easily to the two of them in ways that perhaps others would have struggled. When it came to romantic interludes like this, they had never had to wonder – Meg wouldn’t have let him into her bed if she didn’t trust him not to act like a jerk in the first place, but, more than that, she trusted him to listen when she spoke to him and told him what she wanted, and, in turn, she would reciprocate. And still, bossy as she was, she didn’t chart every course they took, for she liked it just as well when she let them drift whichever way they would, or when he initiated these endeavors.

As she leaned up to kiss Hector fully once more, she was grateful for the extra height that her shoes gave her. It wasn’t much, just a couple of inches, but it made all the difference – when they stood side by side in the mornings with just slippers on their feet, there was a height difference of more than half a foot between the two. To people who didn’t know Hektor, he must seem intimidating, she thought, considering not only his height, but his general largeness and the bulk of his muscles. Even without his demigod strength, he was powerful, and without knowing how much of a softie he was, he must be terrifying. But Meg wasn’t one to let herself be intimidated, and anyway she knew better in this instance. Even when he was angry, he wouldn’t harm a fly unless that fly was threatening the lives of many, and the only real damage he ever did to the world was unintentional. In general, she had gotten very used to standing on her toes to reach him when she kissed him goodbye in the mornings, or pulling him down to her level, or some hybrid of the two. With a little extra height, it was easier to meet in the middle, and, as a consequence, she felt she could better express the true intensity of what she wanted from him. She led, he followed – his hands urged her to move and she complied, letting him guide her closer until her back curved against him and her hips pressed toward his, held there by his hand on her ass. Another pang rushed through her at the meeting of their bodies, pooling in her stomach, and she let out a soft hum of approval that she knew he’d understand, her hands sliding back down the area of his chest stomach that she had explored to hold his sides. But, rather than continuing on, he pulled away – her breath stumbled from her lips, and for a moment she sought to follow, chin rising to try to chase his kiss, but he was just out of her reach. Her eyes fluttered open to meet his with a small spark of confusion until he spoke, causing it to fade back into her usual certainty. “You know how this goes, Hektor. Don’t stop now,” she replied, breathless. Pressing up higher on the tips of her toes, she caught his lips again, her hands at his sides closing over the hem of his sweater and guiding it up, urging him to remove it so her hands could explore the full expanse of his torso, the plains of his chest and the curves of his shoulders.

The cramping of her toes was helped a little by his arms supporting her, but not enough, and so in typical Meg fashion, she took matters into her own hands. Fingers hooking through a beltloop at each of his hips, she pushed gently against him, trying to urge him into motion so she could back him to the bed and seat him there – maybe that way she could actually reach him properly – all of him.

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 Posted: Jan 5 2018, 10:49 AM
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Life had taught Hektor harsh lessons in the differences between want and need. He’d wanted to fit in, to belong somewhere. Then he’d wanted to become a hero and return to his home on Olympus when he’d learned his true origins. But what he’d needed was to become comfortable in himself. To accept himself as he was. To learn to listen to and care for others more than he’d cared for himself. He’d needed to learn how to trust again. How to open his heart again. How to love fully and not just for himself. How to let go and how to hold on. His journey to that understanding had not been an easy one — full of trials and heartbreak. But it had also been full of laughter and joy and successes. And so he couldn’t quite regret it, despite the many scars it had left both physically and emotionally.

As he held Meg close to his body, the passion between them igniting and building as he felt her hands at his waist, he was learning that, with her, it was both. The fine line between want and need blurred. He needed her closeness and her heat. He wanted the taste of her on his tongue. His mouth slanting over hers, his lips fought and teased with hers. His cheeks ached with the smile he couldn’t contain at her breathless response. His body protested when she pulled away and exalted when she edged him close to the bed. Though he could have easily resisted, he let her. The backs of his legs hit the edge and he sat gingerly, his weight eliciting a whining squeak from the mattress. He winced at the sound but reached out for her anyway. Hooking his arm around her waist, he pulled her forward and buried his face in the front of her sweater. The added height from her heeled boots landed the action at her middle and he nuzzled his face against her stomach. ”I love you,” he murmured softly into the thick material.




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I love you. She’d heard these words from him before countless times and she knew he meant them, had watched him prove it over and over (nothing like her previous experience with love), but sometimes it still caught her off guard when he said it. It was in moments like this where she seemed to expect something else – in between passion and suggestive humor, she was more prepared to hear him ask once more for instruction, not for something so sweet and genuine murmured in such a gentle way as he nuzzled against the fabric over her stomach. This was the sort of thing she’d dreamed of long ago, this devotion and softness that had been lacking from her previous dealings with love, but never with him. Never with Hektor. With him, there was passion, seemingly neverending, fire, but there was also an understanding, the sort that was found only in the quiet spaces between them, in the curve of her neck and a breath away from his lips, the places where admissions of love hung most softly. In this moment, at those words, she froze, but only for a moment as her thoughts stuttered, trying to find purchase on something, before a soft smile spread across her lips, the type that people who only knew her casually would consider very out of character and Hektor would know was genuine, more so than the lazy tug of her lips that she offered to anyone else. Her sharp edges were given to the world, but that was not all she had, and what sweetness she did possess belonged to him completely.

Her hands, resting now on his shoulders from guiding him down to sit, slowly traced inward, feather light against the warmth of his bared flesh, then up the sides of his neck. One traced forward on the line of his strong jaw before settling on his cheek, and the other continued up, fingers carding gently through the golden hair on the back of his head. Her heart was still pounding in her chest, but she tried to quiet it for a moment – perhaps there had been a time when she would have blown past such admissions of love and pressed forward without reciprocation, but that was no longer, especially not today. Not everything he’d done – and was still doing – for her. Her fingers tightened a little in his hair, and her fingers trailed to the underside of his chin to carefully tilt his head up so she could meet his eyes. “I love you too,” she replied quietly. The words still felt strange in her mouth sometimes, but they were true – she had loved him, did love him, and would always love him. This time, it was her turn to bend to kiss him, and she did so more tenderly than the previous kisses, a show of the truth in her statement.

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Hektor leaned into the hand that tightened in his hair, already tilting his head back by the time her fingers found his chin and lifted. His eyes softened as they met hers, crinkling a little at the edges. It never failed to dissolve his guard when she returned his sentiment. Rare as it was to hear the words aloud, they were precious. Each one burrowed its way into his heart and lodging there with a sense of permanence. Like every time before it, he stored this moment away in his memory before returning his concentration to what they had begun. He straightened as she leaned down to kiss him, his turn to raise up to meet her. The pressure of her lips on his was achingly tender, the pace languorous as the communicated their feelings to one another in a way they were more familiar with.

The hands at her waist fell to the backs of her thighs in gradual measures, palms sliding over the convex curves of her backside before finding their destination. His thumbs massaged the muscled flesh there through the material of her pants as he inched her closer without upsetting her balance. Growing bold, he increased the pressure of his mouth in hers, lips tugging at hers playfully at times and hungrily at others. Greedy, mayhap, but it was difficult not to be. Meg had always turned his head and muddled his rationale. There were times that all she had to do was slant her almond shaped eyes in his direction, that lazy smile curling her lips, and all thought fled. Chased away by that certain heat the rose to the surface of his skin and sent his blood rushing. Distracting him from whatever else he was doing. There had been no hiding her affect on him from the beginning, but she never used her power for ill.

Hektor suspected she still harbored a little of the guilt over betraying him so long ago, though the hurt was nothing more than a faded scar for him now. Among all the wrongs she had been dealt, of which he only knew what little she had shared with him, he fought to at least soothe that one. If he could kiss away those hurts and smooth her rough edges with his hands, he would never refuse it. The truth of it that he was quite willing to be distracted most of the time. Odds were he was already thinking about her anyway. When she snuck into the back of the lecture hall at the university or sat at the edge of his desk, his responsibilities went to war with his desires. Whether they made it out of this room before the weekend was over remained to be seen, but Hektor was inclined to take advantage of the distraction-free holiday.




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She loved how easily Hektor responded to her touch, how at the slightest of suggestions he would move to make room for her, to hold her tighter, to look at her with those sweet blue eyes that had entranced her from the start. She had never had someone make such an effort to allow her in or let her make her own space beside him, had never had someone look at her with such total adoration and respect as Hektor did. It had frightened her at first, the idea that someone could rely on her and believe in her so thoroughly, that he could want her so much. She who struggled with the idea of falling in love again in the first place. She who couldn’t even imagine speaking those words to someone again after the last time had ended in such disaster. And yet, for him, she had learned to. It wasn’t a frequent occurrence like some couples who tossed love around like it was something in great abundance. Perhaps for some it was. But for Meg, telling Hektor that she loved him was much more than just a word and a passing moment of her heart fluttering. It was admitting to her weakness in her desire for him. It was telling him that she trusted him not to hurt her. Only then did it speak to her heart, how much she cared for him and wanted to be with him. She was good with words in casual situations but with Hektor she was better with touch – hooking her arm through his as they walked down the street, curling into his chest on the couch, resting her head on his shoulder while she slept, and kisses like these. When her rough edges faded and she showed a tenderness that only he ever saw in her.

But it wasn’t just tenderness now – she could still feel the heat from moments earlier beneath it all, the warmth of his skin under her hands as he teased his way down to the backs of her thighs and urged her forward against him. Without breaking away from his lips, she let him guide her forward little by little, untangling her fingers from his hair to brush her own chocolate locks away from her face, if only for a moment before it fell back into place as her hand dropped back to meet the skin of his bare shoulder, exploring the dip in his collarbone and the way it curved into his neck. His kisses went straight to her head, and as much as she had once pretended she could resist the charms of the boy, they both knew there was no hope for her. She was already lost, from the very first touch of his lips, if not before. And now, she wanted nothing more than to be in his arms, letting him take the breath from her lungs and the heat from her body.

It wasn’t enough yet, she wasn’t close enough – taking his face in her hands, she pulled away for just a moment, resting her forehead against his, as, carefully, she arranged her legs on either side of his and seated herself in his lap. They were closer to even height now, which made bringing her lips, curved now into a satisfied smile, back to his that much easier. This was where she felt she fit best right now – encircled by his arms, leaving space between their bodies that she was certain would be closed very soon if they kept this up. But part of the fun was the game, the electricity in the air that kept them apart, save for where their lips met in hungry, teasing kisses.

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The feel of her hands across his bare skin, roving and warm, never failed to make his stomach flip. Her fingers found the ridges and the sensitive places across his abdomen that would make the muscles flex beneath her ministrations. Hektor had only had a limited number of partners before her -- paltry and unsatisfying interludes that had convinced him he wasn't meant for such things. As if he'd needed another reason to feel inadequate. He hadn't any idea of how it could be until Meg had shown him the way. If allowing her heart to show was her vulnerability, sex had been his. Rather, his experience with it. Like in so many other ways, this was another example of how they came together, balanced one another. Though he certainly couldn't imagine such physical closeness with anyone else, she had certainly not left him unchanged. He knew the secret places on her body as well as she knew his. Whatever adventure she presented, he followed. Willing to learn, comfortable in the knowledge that she did not judge him, and eager to explore.

He reveled in her kiss, tongue sweeping across her lips, tentatively probing and asking to be let in. A low, approving grown rumbled at the back of his throat as she crawled onto his lap. His hands moved with her, adjusting her legs as she straddled his hips. A flush rose in the golden skin of his face as he realized the corduroy of his slacks did little to disguise the bulge in them with her on top of them. Far from embarrassed of his body's reaction to her, his hands fit to the curves of her back and pulled her closer, frustrated with the gap between their bodies. The soft wool blend of her sweater grated pleasurably against the sensitive surface of his skin. He shifted an arm and it grazed against the heel of boot. Brows drawing together, he broke the kiss to cast a look at the offending footwear. He arched a brow then as he looked back at her, eyes sparkling in amusement and mischief.

"Are you worried about your ankles?" He asked, tone dry to dispel the seriousness of the question. Running a hand down the front of one thigh and then the back of a calf, he reached for her ankle. His fingers quickly found the inner zipper and tugged at it, making slow sensual work of removing the shoe. The corners of his mouth tugged up as he did the same to the other before toeing off his own. Leaning back in, he pressed a light kiss to her nose before seeking out her mouth once more.



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