you are a thunderous thing, wonderous king [closed/complete]
Characters: Zeus and Hera
Date/Time: January 10, the night of Hera's arrival. (Backdated log is backdated)
Location: 12F
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Intimacy.
Summary:The King and Queen of Olympus are reunited and spend their time speaking of killing Cronus, appreciating each other without actually saying it and getting it on to celebrate.
Zeus was genuinely pleased that his wife had been restored to him. While the sensible part of his brain would have rather she stayed in Olympus, to aid Hestia in keeping the fire burning and to keep the last remaining gods in line, his heart had missed her. Of course, in her absence, Zeus had had more of a free rein than usual and he had been enjoying himself with various women who had crossed his path.
But Hera was here now. That was all he could think of. He left the office without telling anyone but, in truth, they were used to their eccentric CEO coming and going as he pleased. He sat, impatient, in the cab and overtipped the driver when they finally reached the complex.
Finally, finally, he let himself into his - their - apartment and said not a word as he closed the door behind him.
§
Hera was feeling the same amount of pleasure in their pending reunion. At first she had quiet enjoyed that little surge of power that one would get when she is the sole ruler of so vast and mighty a kingdom. But then came the loneliness. There was no one on Olympus that she could truly talk to, confide in. No one to turn to for help with important decisions (and there were many to be made with a great number of important gods missing). She had missed her husband, her brother and her best friend and the resulting pain was quite inconsolable.
But here she was now, in their new apartment. She sat on the couch, back straight, a graceful arm resting on the arm of the couch, legs crossed with a Louboutin-heeled foot shaking up and down at a slow and steady pace.
When the door opened it took all her power not to jump up. Rather, she stayed seated, putting on a rather demure smile for that husband of hers that she’d so missed.
“Darling.”
§
Zeus looked at her for the longest moment. It was not Olympus and it was not an appropriate throne for his queen but at least she was in the same temporal and physical plane. What a novelty; after all his years spent dodging Hera for his own entertainment, she had surprised him.
Finally, he walked towards her. He smiled down at her and studied her. Though mortal, with all those attendant frailties, Hera was beautiful.
Zeus sank down onto his knees in front of her and bowed his head.
“My Queen.”
§
The long look exchanged between them gave Hera time to examine his mortal self in the same manner. Handsome, as he always would be no matter the form, a beard much less magnificent than his immortal one but still lovely all the same, and a face that would seem to look strikingly young without the facial hair. Even so, Hera guessed her mortal self to be younger than his, though men did tend to age better. Her lips could not help but twitch up at the corners at the sight of him.
Uncrossing her leg before he knelt before her, she leaned her upper body forward and took his head in her hands. Gently, she kissed the top of his head, then lifted his face upwards to plant another kiss upon his forehead.
“My King,” she said firmly, “We are reunited at last.” This last utterance was much softer, deeper, affectionate.
§
Zeus smiled at her, his entire face lighting up and though he appeared rather young, there was a light in his eyes that spoke of a wealth of history. He tilted his face up to capture her lips for a gentle kiss.
“If I may be entirely selfish, my darling wife - “ (And see, now she was his wife and there was no mistake.) “- Words cannot express how happy I am to have you with me again. I make a very poor king without my queen.”
He gathered her hands together and kissed her knuckles. “Though, for your sake, I am sorry you must suffer this ignominy with the rest of us.”
§
Leaning into the kiss, Hera couldn’t help but mentally sigh with relief. She had missed this. More so than she would ever dare to say. His flattery made her happy, and deep down she could do nothing but want to believe all that he said.
“You could never be selfish, husband, you know that I am all yours. Even in the circumstances, degrading as they are, I am always happy to be at your side where I belong.”
A small sound of amusement. “You are a wise man, though, for recognizing that we are best as a pair, as a team,” her tone was quite serious but it also held a lot of affection in it. “Now darling, what have you been wasting your hours with here?”
§
Zeus sat up onto the couch, then, happy in that moment to forget that they were king and queen, preferring instead to gather his wife into his arms and bury his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply.
“I have been plotting our father’s demise. I like to think it is a worthwhile use of time. I doubt very much it will greatly affect our current position but it might be rather cathartic.”
He moved his head then, to touch his lips to the side of her throat. “You will stand with me, of course.” (It was not really a question.)
§
Up until the moment Zeus had walked through the door, Hera had been entertaining thoughts, doubts really, about what kind of infidelities he had committed here. They were passing thoughts, in the back of her mind, but still present. Until she saw him.
Now she was leaning against his body, wrapping her arms around him, laying her head on his chest. A true lovers’ embrace. All bad thoughts had gone away for the time being, as they so often did when he treated her this way.
She was tracing circles on his chest with her fingers while he talked of their sweet revenge. Nothing could have made him more attractive to her right now. She did not turn her head to meet his eyes, not wanting to break away from his lips on her neck, but her voice was firm. “Of course. There is no other place I would be.”
§
Zeus smiled, a slow smile. He was glad that he and his wife were of the same mind. When it came to the important things (or those things Zeus deemed important, at any rate), they were often united. It was all the other little details that sometimes passed him by and made his wife angry but now was not the time to think on it.
Now was the time to crook his finger under her chin and guide her face to his so that he could kiss her. “There is no other place for you, Hera, but here, by my side.”
§
She leaned into the kiss only to break it away teasingly, “And here I shall be.”
Lingering right in front of his face with the edges of her lips twisted up ever-so slightly, she tapped her fingers softly on his shoulder. “Now, darling. Tell me more of what you’d like to do to Daddy dearest,” a pause, biting her lower lip, “It... excites me.”
§
Zeus chased that kiss once more. He wound his arms around her. “We-ell,” he said, a musing tone entering his voice. “There will be mayhem, no doubt, and death and he will endure a most unpleasant end but it is no less than he deserves for what he has done.”
§
A small smile still playing at her lips, she moved herself from beside her husband to on top of him, legs straddling his hips and arms wrapping around his neck. “Mayhem,” she repeated, kissing the right side of his neck with the lightest touch. “And death,” another kiss to the other side, just below his ear. It was less soft and more intense.
It was important to please him. Now more than ever. To secure him to her, as she always seemed to do, for however long she could. Their unity was important now than it had been for a long while.
Sucking on that one spot that she knew her husband so liked in his more godly form, she unwrapped a hand to work on the buttons of his shirt. When he was exposed enough to her liking she left a trail of kisses from his neck to chest.
§
Zeus’ eyes half-drifted shut, his eyelids suddenly heavy as he gazed up at his wife from under his eyelashes. A rather satisfied smile crept over his lips and he rested his hands on her waist, briefly. He sighed his pleasure at her attentions to him and, to give him some manner of credit, he did not spare a single thought for the women he had had since arriving in New York, whether modern mortals or Muses or goddesses. At this precise moment, he could not spare a single thought for himself. His mind was filled with Hera and there was truly no other to please him.
He dropped one hand to her thigh, rubbing, caressing, as his other hand skated over her collarbone, his large hands delicate and knowing as he sought to touch skin.
§
That sigh was all she needed to know her place was secured, if only for the time being. It had done her so well before, and the fact that she could please him and fill his mind so (as she knew she did, a marriage as long as theirs would make his feelings apparent to her) was just an added bonus. A pleasure in and of itself. A wife should please her husband, after all.
And a husband should please his wife. Mortal caresses were different, but still euphoric in a way that a lover’s touch would always be. That delicate touch left her in goosebumps. She raised her head and locked her heavy-lidded eyes with her husbands for a moment. Trying to wordlessly say how much she missed him, as if it could never be spoken aloud. If her message was not clear in her eyes, it was in her lips which locked to his with an intense intimacy and passion.
§
Zeus understood his wife perfectly in this moment. It was not as much of a novelty as some might suggest (those who didn’t understand them were only too keen to identify the flaws in this marriage) but, every time he was on the same wavelength as his wife, he felt secure. No, more than secure. He felt close to invincible and that was an invaluable feeling when one was only mortal.
He returned her kiss heatedly before murmuring against her lips. “Shall we take this to the bedroom, my queen?” He had it in mind to lay her down on the (sumptuous, large) bed and have his way with her and, preferably, not leave that bed till they regained their divinity (or till morning, at the earliest).
§
And at times like these, where they were on the same wavelength in both body and mind, were when Hera felt most secure herself. No one could ever fault her for being a weak woman, as many flaws that others might see blatantly, she would never, ever give up on her marriage.
“Let’s,” she whispered. She’d gotten at the bedrom earlier, it was in definite need of a woman’s touch, but would be much more tolerable to be in with her husband.
§
With a grin he stood up, abruptly, and swept her up into his arms. His queen and a powerful goddess she may be; in this form, she was quite a delicate mortal. He carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the bed, with all due care. Bending his head down, he place a soft kiss on her forehead, another on the tip of her nose and, finally, he reached her mouth.
Zeus smiled. This would be a beautiful night.
Date/Time: January 10, the night of Hera's arrival. (Backdated log is backdated)
Location: 12F
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Intimacy.
Summary:The King and Queen of Olympus are reunited and spend their time speaking of killing Cronus, appreciating each other without actually saying it and getting it on to celebrate.
Zeus was genuinely pleased that his wife had been restored to him. While the sensible part of his brain would have rather she stayed in Olympus, to aid Hestia in keeping the fire burning and to keep the last remaining gods in line, his heart had missed her. Of course, in her absence, Zeus had had more of a free rein than usual and he had been enjoying himself with various women who had crossed his path.
But Hera was here now. That was all he could think of. He left the office without telling anyone but, in truth, they were used to their eccentric CEO coming and going as he pleased. He sat, impatient, in the cab and overtipped the driver when they finally reached the complex.
Finally, finally, he let himself into his - their - apartment and said not a word as he closed the door behind him.
§
Hera was feeling the same amount of pleasure in their pending reunion. At first she had quiet enjoyed that little surge of power that one would get when she is the sole ruler of so vast and mighty a kingdom. But then came the loneliness. There was no one on Olympus that she could truly talk to, confide in. No one to turn to for help with important decisions (and there were many to be made with a great number of important gods missing). She had missed her husband, her brother and her best friend and the resulting pain was quite inconsolable.
But here she was now, in their new apartment. She sat on the couch, back straight, a graceful arm resting on the arm of the couch, legs crossed with a Louboutin-heeled foot shaking up and down at a slow and steady pace.
When the door opened it took all her power not to jump up. Rather, she stayed seated, putting on a rather demure smile for that husband of hers that she’d so missed.
“Darling.”
§
Zeus looked at her for the longest moment. It was not Olympus and it was not an appropriate throne for his queen but at least she was in the same temporal and physical plane. What a novelty; after all his years spent dodging Hera for his own entertainment, she had surprised him.
Finally, he walked towards her. He smiled down at her and studied her. Though mortal, with all those attendant frailties, Hera was beautiful.
Zeus sank down onto his knees in front of her and bowed his head.
“My Queen.”
§
The long look exchanged between them gave Hera time to examine his mortal self in the same manner. Handsome, as he always would be no matter the form, a beard much less magnificent than his immortal one but still lovely all the same, and a face that would seem to look strikingly young without the facial hair. Even so, Hera guessed her mortal self to be younger than his, though men did tend to age better. Her lips could not help but twitch up at the corners at the sight of him.
Uncrossing her leg before he knelt before her, she leaned her upper body forward and took his head in her hands. Gently, she kissed the top of his head, then lifted his face upwards to plant another kiss upon his forehead.
“My King,” she said firmly, “We are reunited at last.” This last utterance was much softer, deeper, affectionate.
§
Zeus smiled at her, his entire face lighting up and though he appeared rather young, there was a light in his eyes that spoke of a wealth of history. He tilted his face up to capture her lips for a gentle kiss.
“If I may be entirely selfish, my darling wife - “ (And see, now she was his wife and there was no mistake.) “- Words cannot express how happy I am to have you with me again. I make a very poor king without my queen.”
He gathered her hands together and kissed her knuckles. “Though, for your sake, I am sorry you must suffer this ignominy with the rest of us.”
§
Leaning into the kiss, Hera couldn’t help but mentally sigh with relief. She had missed this. More so than she would ever dare to say. His flattery made her happy, and deep down she could do nothing but want to believe all that he said.
“You could never be selfish, husband, you know that I am all yours. Even in the circumstances, degrading as they are, I am always happy to be at your side where I belong.”
A small sound of amusement. “You are a wise man, though, for recognizing that we are best as a pair, as a team,” her tone was quite serious but it also held a lot of affection in it. “Now darling, what have you been wasting your hours with here?”
§
Zeus sat up onto the couch, then, happy in that moment to forget that they were king and queen, preferring instead to gather his wife into his arms and bury his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply.
“I have been plotting our father’s demise. I like to think it is a worthwhile use of time. I doubt very much it will greatly affect our current position but it might be rather cathartic.”
He moved his head then, to touch his lips to the side of her throat. “You will stand with me, of course.” (It was not really a question.)
§
Up until the moment Zeus had walked through the door, Hera had been entertaining thoughts, doubts really, about what kind of infidelities he had committed here. They were passing thoughts, in the back of her mind, but still present. Until she saw him.
Now she was leaning against his body, wrapping her arms around him, laying her head on his chest. A true lovers’ embrace. All bad thoughts had gone away for the time being, as they so often did when he treated her this way.
She was tracing circles on his chest with her fingers while he talked of their sweet revenge. Nothing could have made him more attractive to her right now. She did not turn her head to meet his eyes, not wanting to break away from his lips on her neck, but her voice was firm. “Of course. There is no other place I would be.”
§
Zeus smiled, a slow smile. He was glad that he and his wife were of the same mind. When it came to the important things (or those things Zeus deemed important, at any rate), they were often united. It was all the other little details that sometimes passed him by and made his wife angry but now was not the time to think on it.
Now was the time to crook his finger under her chin and guide her face to his so that he could kiss her. “There is no other place for you, Hera, but here, by my side.”
§
She leaned into the kiss only to break it away teasingly, “And here I shall be.”
Lingering right in front of his face with the edges of her lips twisted up ever-so slightly, she tapped her fingers softly on his shoulder. “Now, darling. Tell me more of what you’d like to do to Daddy dearest,” a pause, biting her lower lip, “It... excites me.”
§
Zeus chased that kiss once more. He wound his arms around her. “We-ell,” he said, a musing tone entering his voice. “There will be mayhem, no doubt, and death and he will endure a most unpleasant end but it is no less than he deserves for what he has done.”
§
A small smile still playing at her lips, she moved herself from beside her husband to on top of him, legs straddling his hips and arms wrapping around his neck. “Mayhem,” she repeated, kissing the right side of his neck with the lightest touch. “And death,” another kiss to the other side, just below his ear. It was less soft and more intense.
It was important to please him. Now more than ever. To secure him to her, as she always seemed to do, for however long she could. Their unity was important now than it had been for a long while.
Sucking on that one spot that she knew her husband so liked in his more godly form, she unwrapped a hand to work on the buttons of his shirt. When he was exposed enough to her liking she left a trail of kisses from his neck to chest.
§
Zeus’ eyes half-drifted shut, his eyelids suddenly heavy as he gazed up at his wife from under his eyelashes. A rather satisfied smile crept over his lips and he rested his hands on her waist, briefly. He sighed his pleasure at her attentions to him and, to give him some manner of credit, he did not spare a single thought for the women he had had since arriving in New York, whether modern mortals or Muses or goddesses. At this precise moment, he could not spare a single thought for himself. His mind was filled with Hera and there was truly no other to please him.
He dropped one hand to her thigh, rubbing, caressing, as his other hand skated over her collarbone, his large hands delicate and knowing as he sought to touch skin.
§
That sigh was all she needed to know her place was secured, if only for the time being. It had done her so well before, and the fact that she could please him and fill his mind so (as she knew she did, a marriage as long as theirs would make his feelings apparent to her) was just an added bonus. A pleasure in and of itself. A wife should please her husband, after all.
And a husband should please his wife. Mortal caresses were different, but still euphoric in a way that a lover’s touch would always be. That delicate touch left her in goosebumps. She raised her head and locked her heavy-lidded eyes with her husbands for a moment. Trying to wordlessly say how much she missed him, as if it could never be spoken aloud. If her message was not clear in her eyes, it was in her lips which locked to his with an intense intimacy and passion.
§
Zeus understood his wife perfectly in this moment. It was not as much of a novelty as some might suggest (those who didn’t understand them were only too keen to identify the flaws in this marriage) but, every time he was on the same wavelength as his wife, he felt secure. No, more than secure. He felt close to invincible and that was an invaluable feeling when one was only mortal.
He returned her kiss heatedly before murmuring against her lips. “Shall we take this to the bedroom, my queen?” He had it in mind to lay her down on the (sumptuous, large) bed and have his way with her and, preferably, not leave that bed till they regained their divinity (or till morning, at the earliest).
§
And at times like these, where they were on the same wavelength in both body and mind, were when Hera felt most secure herself. No one could ever fault her for being a weak woman, as many flaws that others might see blatantly, she would never, ever give up on her marriage.
“Let’s,” she whispered. She’d gotten at the bedrom earlier, it was in definite need of a woman’s touch, but would be much more tolerable to be in with her husband.
§
With a grin he stood up, abruptly, and swept her up into his arms. His queen and a powerful goddess she may be; in this form, she was quite a delicate mortal. He carried her into the bedroom and set her down on the bed, with all due care. Bending his head down, he place a soft kiss on her forehead, another on the tip of her nose and, finally, he reached her mouth.
Zeus smiled. This would be a beautiful night.