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Date: May 1, 2000
Status: Private (Ellie, Hermes)
Setting: Manor Grounds
Summary: Hermes and Ellie have sex.
"You're very pretty, miss Ellie," he said shyly. "Would you...?" he trailed off, blushing, then tried again. "Would you...have...sex...with me...please," he added; he'd never been well at seducing or things like that (though flirting he was well at), and he hoped she wouldn't laugh at him for not being suave and sophisticated, the way all the other males seemed to be.
Ellie actually blushed slightly as well, not quite sure how to answer such a straightforward yet clearly bashful proposition. Hermes was unfathomable to her, alien in his ways of thinking and his seemingly delicate ego; but there was no doubt he was beautiful, and sweet, and she thought she'd glimpsed a flash of steel in his eyes just now, when he'd believed Aziraphale was being threatened. She wondered what lay at the heart of it all, and just what he was looking for that he thought he'd found in a very-much-attached Principality.
Choosing to let actions speak for her, she pressed in closer, curling her arms up around his shoulders, and kissed him again, more liesurely and thoroughly this time; not pouring forth her full power, but allowing it to roll out slowly and curl around them both. It mingled with the heat from the bonfire and the god's own exotic aura in a hazy cloud of energy and want, insulating them (for the moment) from the rest of the small gathering as effectively as a thick shroud of cotton wool.
A soft hum came from Hermes, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling into her when the kiss ended. Surprised, he looked up.
"You're very soft," he commented thoughtfully, then blushed. "I've...never been with a lady, before...I mean...not a lady with...um...with human legs..."
He felt her aura brushing all the right places, and felt a twinge of familiarity at it, a purr rising in his throat.
Safe. Ellie was Safe, and that was all his subconscious had to say about that, cementing the association firmly. Hermes hadn't had somewhere (or someone) Safe for a while; his libido hoped she was the type to take charge of things in sex.
Recap, starting from the 'beginning' of the sexness.
Status: Private (Ellie, Hermes)
Setting: Manor Grounds
Summary: Hermes and Ellie have sex.
"You're very pretty, miss Ellie," he said shyly. "Would you...?" he trailed off, blushing, then tried again. "Would you...have...sex...with me...please," he added; he'd never been well at seducing or things like that (though flirting he was well at), and he hoped she wouldn't laugh at him for not being suave and sophisticated, the way all the other males seemed to be.
Ellie actually blushed slightly as well, not quite sure how to answer such a straightforward yet clearly bashful proposition. Hermes was unfathomable to her, alien in his ways of thinking and his seemingly delicate ego; but there was no doubt he was beautiful, and sweet, and she thought she'd glimpsed a flash of steel in his eyes just now, when he'd believed Aziraphale was being threatened. She wondered what lay at the heart of it all, and just what he was looking for that he thought he'd found in a very-much-attached Principality.
Choosing to let actions speak for her, she pressed in closer, curling her arms up around his shoulders, and kissed him again, more liesurely and thoroughly this time; not pouring forth her full power, but allowing it to roll out slowly and curl around them both. It mingled with the heat from the bonfire and the god's own exotic aura in a hazy cloud of energy and want, insulating them (for the moment) from the rest of the small gathering as effectively as a thick shroud of cotton wool.
A soft hum came from Hermes, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, snuggling into her when the kiss ended. Surprised, he looked up.
"You're very soft," he commented thoughtfully, then blushed. "I've...never been with a lady, before...I mean...not a lady with...um...with human legs..."
He felt her aura brushing all the right places, and felt a twinge of familiarity at it, a purr rising in his throat.
Safe. Ellie was Safe, and that was all his subconscious had to say about that, cementing the association firmly. Hermes hadn't had somewhere (or someone) Safe for a while; his libido hoped she was the type to take charge of things in sex.
Recap, starting from the 'beginning' of the sexness.
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"Shall we find someplace a little more private?" she murmured. If Aziraphale hadn't been nearby, she might not have scrupled at getting down to business right there by the fire, but she wasn't sure Hermes was quite that uninhibited.
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The well-tended lawns were thickly carpeted with lush, springy grass, and an instant's thought produced a feathery-soft blanket to tumble onto, which Ellie promptly did, tugging Hermes down with her and into another long, lazy kiss.
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*Ellie wasn't precisely an exhibitionist, but she'd snagged more than a few extra voyeuristic souls quite by accident over the centuries, and considered an appreciative audience something of a bonus.