Slightly breathless at the unexpected intensity of Crowley's response--of the three of them, she honestly hadn't expected that, not from him, though she couldn't help a small thrill of triumph; she hadn't lost the old touch after all--Ellie was also keenly aware, as Hermes nuzzled up behind her, of the bruised feelings she had inadvertantly caused.
She didn't want that; nobody should be hurt here. Including those not present, she reminded herself with a pang. Such pitfalls were unfamiliar and unsettling. She wasn't used to having friends, in the plural, with hearts of their own to be mindful of.
Giving way to old, bad habits had painted her into a corner. She wanted them all, achingly so, each powerfully desirable in his unique way. But one of them she simply couldn't have, period, and none of them deserved to be used so carelessly. Particularly poor Hermes, who had somehow come down through the centuries lacking the emotional armor the rest of them had so painstakingly acquired.
How to extract herself without causing further injury, though...thinking quickly, she tugged at Crowley's necktie, drawing him down to whisper, "I think I know an angel who'll be very happy tonight," and deliberately shoved away from him--not without a pang of regret, and not hard; just enough to put a little bit of distance between them and snug her up closer against Hermes. Mischievously, she flipped the loosened tie over his head and took it with her, just because she could. Sky-clad was all well and good, but she'd liked that skirt*.
Leaning back to fit herself closely to Hermes' splendid body, she said over her shoulder as she matched her movements to his, "Don't be hurt, sweetheart. There's the whole night before us. No need for anyone to feel left out." The words were pitched to carry to where Odin watched, as well. Though he hadn't joined the dance, his interest reverberated clearly across the short distance.
Men, she thought wryly. One minute you couldn't turn their heads with a pipe wrench, and the next you were beating them off with sticks...and why hadn't the odd little blonde girl joined in? A little competition would actually be welcome right about now.
Feeling silly with nothing but a halter top on now, she took a second to peel that off as well. If the boys didn't follow her example, she'd just have to see to it herself...
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*And was secretly and recklessly hoping it would encourage him to continue disrobing. Old habits did indeed die hard.
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Date: 2006-06-08 01:20 pm (UTC)She didn't want that; nobody should be hurt here. Including those not present, she reminded herself with a pang. Such pitfalls were unfamiliar and unsettling. She wasn't used to having friends, in the plural, with hearts of their own to be mindful of.
Giving way to old, bad habits had painted her into a corner. She wanted them all, achingly so, each powerfully desirable in his unique way. But one of them she simply couldn't have, period, and none of them deserved to be used so carelessly. Particularly poor Hermes, who had somehow come down through the centuries lacking the emotional armor the rest of them had so painstakingly acquired.
How to extract herself without causing further injury, though...thinking quickly, she tugged at Crowley's necktie, drawing him down to whisper, "I think I know an angel who'll be very happy tonight," and deliberately shoved away from him--not without a pang of regret, and not hard; just enough to put a little bit of distance between them and snug her up closer against Hermes. Mischievously, she flipped the loosened tie over his head and took it with her, just because she could. Sky-clad was all well and good, but she'd liked that skirt*.
Leaning back to fit herself closely to Hermes' splendid body, she said over her shoulder as she matched her movements to his, "Don't be hurt, sweetheart. There's the whole night before us. No need for anyone to feel left out." The words were pitched to carry to where Odin watched, as well. Though he hadn't joined the dance, his interest reverberated clearly across the short distance.
Men, she thought wryly. One minute you couldn't turn their heads with a pipe wrench, and the next you were beating them off with sticks...and why hadn't the odd little blonde girl joined in? A little competition would actually be welcome right about now.
Feeling silly with nothing but a halter top on now, she took a second to peel that off as well. If the boys didn't follow her example, she'd just have to see to it herself...
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*And was secretly and recklessly hoping it would encourage him to continue disrobing. Old habits did indeed die hard.