The Desert House

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Cheek against her husband's back, Hebe watched the sun rise slowly over the desert; light streaking through the window across both their bodies. Beams caressing down the center of Hercules' back and the swell of his ass, where her fingers strayed idly. Behind her, their hair mingled and co-mingled, her corn silk golden mixing with his honey blonde

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Hercules twitched, and turned his head to look at Hebe through one eye.

"Mmm?" He debated between just laying there with her and turning over to do something that wasn't, technically, naughty if you were doing it with someone you were married to. Not that he cared much about technicalities.

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Hebe scratched gently over his ass, teasing the lion to crawl up his back; heraldic, it slinked sideways like a hieroglyph under Herc's skin. Hebe nipped at his arm.

"I'm awake... you're awake..."

There were traditions, routines for waking up together. And waking up in this house. But... it was a lazy Sunday morning.

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He gave her a lazy grin, turning the top of his body toward her.

"I should get out of bed and do chores? You should get up and make me breakfast?" he said teasingly, knowing she knew better. Knowing he knew better. "I should go get a feather and tickle you without mercy?"

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She pouted immediately. "No tickles." Herc could be merciless when it came to tickling. And not even her youngest aspect and cutest face could spare her.

Her body slithered up the bed like a snake, drawn by the power of her mind and she curled in towards him when they were eye to eye.

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She peered over at him, slightly afronted. "I always play fair." And she did, too. Except when she didn't.

"It's not my fault you can't think straight if I'm sucking your..." Hebe broke off with a demure smile, licked her lips and then promptly began to suck on an ambrosia lollipop that hadn't been in her hand a moment before.

"Caribbean. The tropics are nice."

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"You were a captive. You weren't supposed to steal my sword and counter-capture me. And you certainly weren't supposed to tie me up and have your way with me when you were supposed to be the virtuous maiden!"

He coughed. "Um. Not to say I disliked it..." Hercules seemed distracted by the sight of her sucking on the lollypop.

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She kitten lapped the golden oblong piece of hard candy at her mouth. "I was an experimental virtuous maiden. I didn't know what I was doing. I was just... doing it. To get back at the evil pirate who captured me."

Hebe wiggled on the bed, as the candy dipped in and out of her mouth a couple times. She smacked off and licked her lips. "Experimental maidens don't know they're going to enjoy themselves."

She crawled closer. "Anyway, if you don't want me to capture you, don't leave your sword just lying there in plain sight."

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Herc looked intrigued. "So if I want you to capture me, I should leave my sword out in plain sight?"

He raised an eyebrow as a thought occurred to him. "Or you could be the dashing and beautiful pirate queen, and I could be the virtuous but poor young man going to seek my fortune in the new world..."

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Skimming her lips down his chest, with the lightest damp hint of tongue, Hebe purred just at his waist.

"Well, something's upright. And something's in my face." She blew gently, moving down inch by slow, creeping inch until her breath could press against the sheet trapping Herc down onto the bed.

"Does something feel wrong ?"