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There wasn't a damn mystery Elysia couldn't solve and not a damn thing got past her. However, this issue with Deeks had her stumped. It had been close to a month and no real suspects came to light. It's as if they knew exactly how to remain in the shadows, knew Deeks' blind spots, where he frequented, and what he enjoyed doing in his spare time. She'd already searched the entire house for tracking devices or hidden cameras, but there were none.

And then there was the issue of sleeping. She wasn't used to 24/7 watch in a sense that she had to be with her client in their home. Not for an extended period of time like this, anyway. Half the time she was awake because she heard a subtle sound, of Deeks working away in his office. And if Deeks wasn't sleeping, she sure as hell shouldn't. What if something happened while she was asleep??

Her mind reeled because she was also...worried. If Deeks got hurt, she'd never forgive herself. The feelings were strong, for some reason, when it came to this man. Elysia suspected the reason was behind her caged heart, wanting to burst forward with an answer, but she kept it at bay. This was a job, nothing more. And once it was over, Deeks would lose interest and move onto another, shinier, more prominent woman that gave him a hard time.

Elysia was stubborn, but she was also realistic. And upfront. And completely ignored his sweating comment. "We need to sleep in the same room for a few nights," her words were blunt and to the point, honey-brown eyes meeting his. "My insomnia is acting up and I can't sleep. If I hear anyone or anything, I wake up easily in case of danger and you're an entire floor away...It's not putting me at ease. Do your work in your room for a couple of nights. I'll set up my bedding there. I should be fine in a day or two."

They arrived at Nico's shortly after and got out of the car. Elysia slipped her hand in his in case anyone was watching, being led inside and to a secluded dining area. "I... confess I've never been to this restaurant before. Though I've heard of Nico Contavius. He's your cousin, right?"

she was consistently on watch, for any and all threats. which he understood, but at the same time he wished to see her relax for maybe even five minutes. she was so goddamn tense, and overthinking everything. to the point he knew she wasn't sleeping. he had heard her moving around the downstairs portion of his house, more times then he could count. as he was not one for sleeping much. he napped like a god damn cat, thus he did work overnight instead. but whilst doing that, her footsteps had been loud. it was half the reason he wanted to escape early, to potentially help her sleep. as sure it was her job to look after him, but she needed her rest. she needed to be sharp. though he would admit that she was sharp even with less sleep. but he was noticing the bags under her eyes, and it was twisting a knife in his gut. which is why in a way, he wasn't being a total little shit. not to the extensive nature that payne was used too. [ she hadn't had to clean up any of his issues for a while. so he figured she took that as a win. ] despite behaving though, he couldn't help but tease elysia. he liked that she sometimes fought back against him, and he could also see the way her lips sometimes twitched. as though she was fighting a smile. and he was determined to get one from her. he was determined in that sense. he wanted one little smile. well almost as much as he wanted to see her naked. but he knew that one wasn't going to happen soon. so he would instead, fight for the smile. and he was close.

❛   oh so you plan to choose greece over time with me. I'm wounded ....   ❜ he places a hand on his heart: being extremely dramatic with his actions. before he leans back in his seat. letting the silence of the car drag out for a little while. but he can't stay still for long. and he can't help not touching. he knows its a line, that she goes stiff, and pushes him away. he smirks to cover any other emotion. to cover the flinch of pain. as yeah it fucking sucked, when the woman you wanted. didn't want you anywhere near her. unless it was pretend. but he was good at hiding shit, and instead lets his lips curl into a wide grin. ❛   if you want to sweat that way baby, I'm down anytime ....   ❜ eyes flashing with amusement, but there is also hidden desire, settling just behind it. hidden for now. as fuck knows she'd shot him dow enough. so keeps it to himself. [ at least for tonight anyway. he couldn't promise he'd at least try one more time tomorrow. ] ❛   nico's ....   ❜ a short and sweet answer which said everything. he had an open table and the well-established restaurant. and plus nico had a very set rule, that cameras never come inside of it. even with his own fame. so for tonight. they didn't have to pretend anything.

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"I get that," Tryphon said, smiling at her pleasantly. She was beautiful, no doubt about it. Though he could sense some insecurities within her that made him want to wipe that away somewhat. However, he wasn't entirely sure how... nor did he know if it was in his place to do so.

"I have some spiced rum... and vodka. I think I have some cranberry juice as well," Tryphon gently took the used plates from her and shot her a charming smile. "Guests don't clean. But I'd be down to let you make the drinks. Let me handle the cleanup in the meantime, okay?" He dropped her a wink before setting the plates down and taking out the alcohol bottles for her. "The juices are in the fridge."

“That’s fair! Just covering all bases, you know?” Anna listened, nodding when he expressed his thoughts about marriage. It was the same with her, though in her case, she never noticed when a guy wanted to be more than just someone to meet up for coffee or catch a movie with. And none of the guys she knew - or used to know - ever expressed a clear interest, and she wasn’t in the mood to play guessing games.

At his invitation to go get drinks, she nodded. “Please. Do you have anything we can mix? I know how to make a mean screwdriver. Or was it Sex on the Beach? I get those two mixed up sometimes.” She stood up, already planning on taking their used plates to the sink and start washing up. It felt only fair that she help with the clean-up after he spent hours cooking.

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When Poseidon had visited this vast and prosperous kingdom for some weeks, in the hopes of securing an alliance, he did not expect the princess to be so... bold. The first day he'd seen her, with her amber eyes, dangerous allure, sharp features and golden skin, he knew there was far more to her than met the eye. And far more than what the king and queen were making her out to be.

He had learned that first night, when he'd woken up in the middle of the night to that very princess straddling his hips, her thin nightgown clinging to her form, hair loose down her back. The very sight had him hard instantly. And so began two weeks of sinful activities in the night, when he'd claim her for hours, the bed shaking with their passions, doing nothing but BREEDING her. But there were times when she'd claim him too, claw marks along his back, along his chest, riding him until he begged, sucking him until he lost control. Her parents had no idea he was defiling their daughter repeatedly before marriage, but they'd gotten to know each other quite well before the ceremony.

"Mm... I dare say that does make it better," Sea green eyes trailed along her exposed skin, along her curves. She was a SIREN, formed directly from the tales of the sailors, who could bring him down to his knees with just one look. Her daring nature, her bluntness, her open honesty about who she was and what she wanted ....she was going to make a formidable queen. And considering how much they'd fucked at this point, Poseidon would not be surprised if the consequences of that were due to show. If not, then it would by the end of the month at the rate they were going.

"That we do," he had to agree, shrugging off his open shirt, revealing an lean, muscular torso and an expanse of tattoos that swirled around his form. "I have waited for this day eagerly." He walked close to where she was lying so casually on the bed, his loose trousers giving away his hardened member, though he wasn't concerned about that just yet.

The king lowered himself to his knees before his queen, dragging her legs over his shoulders. "And I shall take my time with it," lips pressed against her ankle before he dragged them up her leg, and with it, dragging up her nightgown. His tongue dragged along her soft skin, reaching her inner thigh before he switched and did the same with the other leg. He pressed hot kisses along her inner thigh, nipping gently. The familiar scent of her had him groaning softly as he recalled feasting upon her like a madman, or having her ride his face with a ferocity that only she could manage.

His tongue dragged along her folds once, twice. "I wonder ... what your parents would think of me... if they knew I'd done this the very same day I met you?" And then he feasted, strong arms hooking around her thighs as his tongue lapped her up, mouth sucking on her clit as he ravished her to his heart's content.

the princess had always known. that one day she'd be sold off like cattle. a pawn to benefit the kingdoms. it was the way it worked. but oh she'd made sure to make it hard. refusal for most matches her main source of conversation with her father. too ugly \ no similarities \ too old. all of those excuses had filtered from her silver tongue. to prolong the inevitable. to move it for another day and time. but soon a proposal came that her father refused to turn away. and thus her fate was sealed. the guilded cage building around her. and no amount of pouting could stop the process. but soon her mind churns, wondering if she could destroy it herself. for scandal was a delicious revenge. [ but oh that decision soon changes when amber eyes light upon him. her mind soon sporting other thoughts. ] he was delicious. and she wished to devour him. and it's what prompts her to visit him that first night. her mind set on seeing if he was as delicious as he seemed, her hands exploring. tasting and craving. an oh she didn't much care that it would invite scandal. he was to be hers anyway. so why couldn't she have him now. why couldn't she do as she wished. taste / need / make beg. and oh did that happen during those gorgeous few weeks. his departure leaving her wanting, and praying the wedding would appear much quicker. that and she did not know, if their activities had yet bore fruit. a living proof they had not behaved. but here they were now, married and she was within his domain. and he was all hers.

eyes track his movements. amber hues flickering over his exposed skin, wanting to burn it into her mind. her whole frame calm and relaxed as she lounges against the silk sheets of the bed, her night shift bordering on unnecessary due to the skin it exposes. as she idly shifts her legs, tempting him with what lies beneath. every action that of a siren: as she had been waiting too long. but now he was close, so close and saliva builds in her throat, at the prospect of tasting once more. no limits / no secrets / no judgement. and oh the princess, now queen, was fighting the urge to surge forward. and claim those sinful lips as hers once more. [ the kiss that sealed the marriage had been a tempting tease of just what, his mouth could do. ] a dark brow raises at his words, as she hums softly. tempting and decadent in their delivery, staining the air with sin.       ❛  they're okay, better now you're here my king ....   ❜ there is a faux innocence in her tone, one he'd see straight through, and hopefully see the sin burning within. a need only he could answer.       ❛  are you going to remain there my love, we do have a marriage to consummate don't we ....   ❜ and there it was, everything laid out before her. as she relaxes more, causing the sheer material of her nightshift to stretch, over her chest. tempting, exposed. and all his for the taking.

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His wife was FIESTY beyond belief. And a very good thief. Really, he believed himself to be self-aware and alert at all times, but it was a good half hour before he realized his credit card was gone. Then again, he should have had one made for her long before she'd married into this family. That was on him.

There was a figure in the corner of a the room, a massive shadow of a man that caught his attention at last. "Logan... feel free to retire for the night. Thank you for watching over my wife," he nodded at the man and was grateful for him, really. Otherwise, he never would have gotten updates on what was going on - other than text messages from his credit card company advising him of his ALLEGED purchases.

He was not sure why those purchases included lingerie... all in his favourite colours... Unless that was another game to her, one designed to get in his head and mess with his system. Just as it was for her to leave at early hours in the morning after rubbing up against him all night. Such painful ways to wake up... Cyrus did not think it was possible.

Her words caused him to pause, turning back to face her, his grey eyes on her curiously.

"I never assumed it was... I've eaten already as you were not home, if that's what you were trying to get at." And he doubted that she wanted him in her presence further... even though her words may have implied otherwise. He was getting really tired of implications.

"Now that you're home, I'll be heading to bed. Good night." It was curt, frank, and with how late it was, Cyrus wasn't in the mood for mixed signals and attitude. He walked off without another word and went back to bed, closing his eyes and knowing Ellie would be here when she was ready.

SHE WASN'T ENTIRELY SURE,   where she stood with her husband most days. given there were times, when he stared at her so intently. she couldn't help but remember those same looks, the night he'd taken her virginity. the night he'd held her so delicately, like she was the greatest thing his hands had ever held. but there were also times, he stared and looked as though he wished to wrap his hands around her throat, and throttle her. though the blonde would admit, SHE DID PUSH HIS BUTTONS. her attitude was loud and pronounced, ever since the ring had been placed upon her finger. as she fought against, the bars of her gilded cage. fought against the way she was brought up. to be nothing more than a trophy wife [ ... ] and her husbands whore. two roles she refused to play. ( it just wasn't in her nature ! ) and as she watched him now. cyrus definitely looked as though he wanted to throttle her. either that, or he wanted to punish her in other ways. it was a sight she noted with ease, due to how his hand tightened upon his phone, whilst his free one twitched at his side. as though he wanted to grab her [ ... ] and teach her a lesson. and it takes everything within her, to contain the smirk behind a neutral expression. even if her mind couldn't help but wonder. just what he thought of her purchases. and the stores she'd spent her days within. flashing his cash like it was there to burn. well it was to her. 

as he steps closer she once again, feels pinned beneath his gaze. the very look stripping her bare. but she'd learned quickly, he didn't stand for her looking anywhere but in his eyes. something she breaks quickly, as she watches the card being slipped her way. chewing her food slowly, she picks it up, rolling it between manicured nails another buy of the day and hisses softly as she notes the surname her fathers a reminder of the mand who had previously owned her. before eyes lift to him, a blonde brow hitching high upon her face. surprise pooling in her gut, as her husband once more shocks her. ( something he did regularly and with enjoyment !   )  taking another slow bite of her food. she hums deep in her throat. ❛   shame, I was enjoying stealing yours ....   ❜    especially when she'd stolen it that morning, from under his nose whilst he got his morning coffee. a quick swipe of her fingers and her day had begun. mostly she'd done it to see if he'd notice before, he got the notifications of course. as she watches his retreating back, she feels a shiver rolling down her spine, at the prospect of sleeping next to him once more. and the sinful way his body called to her. a call she answered, every time she was asleep. ❛   the food isn't poisoned you know !.   ❜  she isn't sure why those words left her lips, sounding offended in their delivery. especially when she knew, more time together would put her on edge. fighting her desire, as well as her avoidance of him. so instead she silently, begins eating again. leaving him to do as he wished. as she always did.

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Cassian was so fucked.

Never in his life had he met someone who got such a strong reaction out of him, to the point that he was fighting every sinful demon within him to keep her at bay. For the sins wanted her. They wanted to OWN her, sire her into the powerful being they knew she'd be under him.

She was able to hold the power of Lilith's grimoire and that meant her lineage linked back to Lilith herself, whether she knew it or not. Not to mention, she carried enough power within her to skillfully read and hold the power of the grimoire. His demons were salivating over it, wanting to claim her.

Cassian, meanwhile, wanted her as far away from him as possible. He didn't trust himself. Most importantly, he didn't trust Lust, who wasted no time in amplifying whatever attraction she had towards him.

And now she was here. Again. In this infernal club. In the same room he had devoured her in. Cassian already felt his cock stirring as Lust demanded to make an appearance.

"Darlin, you really shouldn't be here..." She was killing him, she truly was. "What did you want to talk about?"

He could do this, he really could. Even with Lust rattling in the cage Cassian had put him in, wanting her clothes off and bent over the nearest surface.

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It wasn't a whim that she stood outside the door of the VIP room, a hand wrapped the cool metal doorknob, her head bowed in prayer, she'd find him alone. Over the last few weeks, Cassian invaded every conscious thought and appeared even in dreams. First, she blamed the sins, some sort of demonic lure planted, pulling her back, forcing her to crave him, but when he denied it, she believed him and knew the aching desire came from within. Infatuation was the next prevailing theory, but that wasn't quite right either.

It was her heart, it had always been her heart.

From the desperate moment she conjured him, and he appeared to do her bidding, nothing had been the same. The situation was dammned from the beginning, and she couldn't accept it. Which is how she ended up there. Convinced she just wanted to talk, but prepared to do so much more as she ached for him.

Finding the courage to finally open the door, she stepped inside to find him sitting alone. The entire scene was painted exactly as it was last time they were intimate together, and seeing him there brought back a flood of emotions and sensations. The staff had called for his approval before they'd let her go up, so he'd been expecting her.

Catching the weight of those cool blue eyes of his as he slid onto the couch next to him. "Hey...do you think we could talk for a minute? I know I shouldn't be here, but I just really want to be."

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Elysia shot Skye a knowing grin as he immediately agreed to leave with her. She truly did not want to let him out of her sight again. She felt the same way - if she took her eyes off him she was afraid that he'd disappear... and that was the last thing she wanted.

The wind blew against her warm cheeks as they made their way down the street. She kept glancing at him as if wasn't real. She had to refrain from reaching out to take a hold of his hand again, just to feel some level of contact again.

She stopped, gently taking a hold of his hand and stopping him in the process. ".... We can go back to my place. And order some food... and catch up, if you'd like." Honey-brown eyes held his as she remembered all the times they'd used to do just that. They'd order monstrous amounts of thai food on a Friday night and curl up together and watch trash television while making fun of everyone on it.

Her lips twitched slightly into a smile as the memories filled her mind. Though 'friendship' was a bit of a lose term for the other things she was feeling right now. "I know a thai food place we can order from that is absolutely to die for."

When they got to Elysia's apartment building and got into the elevator, the ding of the doors closing made her realize that this was the first time they'd been alone in ten years. And really, the entire time she'd seen him, she hadn't been able to take her eyes off him. Her hand was still intertwined in his - neither had let go. "I still can't believe you're here," she breathed out, her voice quiet.

Admittedly, he was totally fishing about Elysia's date. More than anything, he wanted to spend the night with his reunited friend and didn't want any obstacles. A small pang of guilt resonated at the selfishness, but he didn't let it rain on his joy. After all this was a happy circumstance that fate had dealt. Maybe his smile became a tad brighter when she admitted he was a coworker. No, not a friend or boyfriend, but just a coworker.

Knowing he was both grinning and staring, he confessed, "Sorry, I feel like if I take my eyes off of you, you might dispear." Feeling the presence of another, he gazed over his shoulder to see her, that coworker orbiting.

When she admitted trying to find him as well, the fact that they weighed the importance of their friendship the same way was touching. Subconsciously and possessively, his hand tightened on her hip as he tilted his head, mirroring Elysia. Taking the moment he took every nuance of how she looked–it was something he wanted to carry with him. However, the moment was interrupted at the music concluded and the co-worker, apparently Dave, invaded.

Letting go of her, he stood perfectly still as she turned and brushed him off. Reaching for her hand as she turned back, he was hoping for another dance, but when she mentioned leaving, he was all in. "Yeah, let's head out." He wanted to hear everything about the last ten-plus years they'd been a part.

Escorting her to gather her things, they headed from the ballroom and eventually out of the hotel. Looking down the street, he admitted, "I'm new to the city, I haven't the foggiest where to go, but I do want to hear everything about the last ten years." As the two casually strolled, he found himself wanting to reach out again; he just craved direct contact. His fingers practically itched for it. There were a dozen questions he had, but he decided it was best to work backwards, "So what brought you to the galla tonight?"

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Emerald green eyes glinted with endearment as they fell upon the military general. His hair was curly mess around his head from the journey, looking more like a wild lion's mane than a civil king. However, he sensed no judgement from his newest friend. For he could tell that beneath the stoic nature lay a kind and bountiful heart. The queen of this nation would not appoint her to a such a status if she was a cruel person.

"I am pleased with such considerate accommodations," Raza replied, his voice low and quiet as he took in the room once more, as the decorations and items so carefully placed reminded him of home. "I am eager to learn more about your customs and the land that I find myself in."

As she granted him the barest of smiles, he responded by giving her a full blown smile himself, which lit up his face. "Excellent. Please make yourself comfortable. I shall prepare our tea." Some moments later, Raza donned a more comfortable attire, his face washed, though his curls remained untamed.

He poured them two cups of tea, the spiced aroma filling the chambers, and walked over to where Karina sat by the fireplace atop some furred rugs. Handing her one glass, he sat across from her, maintaining a respectful distance. He had dismissed his servants, and was happily enjoying her company. The balcony door was closed as the storm began making an appearance. It seems they reached the palace just in time.

"So tell me, lioness, what inspired you to take up the mantle of a military general?" Green eyes met hers, offering a gentle smile.

TO EVERYONE HERE,  she was nothing more, than the friend of the queen, who had worked her way up into her position. she had a temper and an ability to fight, that made everyone scared. but her familial history was a secret. and she worked to cover it every day. more so when there was strangers. as most wanted to dig into her, to work out the one, who was the wrong sex in her position. WHICH IS WHY SHE HATED PEOPLE. but even with one look, she was drawn to the pharoah before her. his emerald green gaze, causing a fire beneath her skin. and it was a dangerous feeling. and one she knew she had to avoid. at all costs. ( and him if she could !  ) After all, he was here for a reason. and that was building a connection between his kingdom, himself and astra. there was no place for anything else. which was fine for her. well normally it was [ ... ] but there was something else making her want to go against it. for that, she has to take a deep breathe, and remember her stoic nature, the boundaries she'd put in place. for a long time. 

      ❛  your customs matter too, my lord ....   ❜ she mutters softly. before leading the way to his chambers, still working on getting her barriers back in place. especially when she feels the heated gaze, burning into her back. as well as everyone else, staring at her as she passes. but with one curl of her lip, the look away and leave her alone. AS SHE WANTED. entering his chamber, she looks around. seeing that her choices had been put in place. ones she knew fit with his customs and his country, a place she'd visited often. she turns to leave, before his deep and soft voice once more caresses across her ears. and she shudders softly. and turns to look at him. taking a moment to think things over before smiling lightly. her lip only curling the barest of moves.  ❛  as the queen is asleep, I don't have duties. so I would enjoy that !   ❜ one night, she'd allow it for one more night before returning to duty once the morning comes. as she should.

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Elias would be lying if he said he wasn't completely entranced by her, honey-brown eyes snagging on her bare form before it was covered once more. Her dark hair fell down her waist, equally dark eyes on him and he felt pinned down by the stare. Never in his life had he felt this way. Elias didn't even KNOW a feeling like this existed. One of electric attraction that felt somewhat soul-deep.

Part of Elias felt more terrified than he had in the Underworld. The fear of the unknown, the notion of a place that even Hades himself could not access. Hades was not able to kill those in the realm of the living... but he could certainly send a being after them to do the dirty work.

The scene shifted, reality itself seemed to shift, revealing a new place entirely. The vow on her immortal soul eased the tension slightly as they stepped through the wards and --

Warmth filled his chest as the ice-cold ties that bound his soul to the Underworld completely muted. Colour flooded his cheeks as he took a shaky breath, a hand coming up to rest against his chest. The muted bond to the Underworld caused him to feel the air around him more clearly, his heartbeat more prominent, the paleness of his skin fading to a healthy tan, his eyes being able to see the colours around him more clearly.

He didn't move, feet rooted where he was, trying to regain his composure. Eyes bright, glowing a bit even, he looked up at her in disbelief. If he thought she was beautiful before, it truly was nothing compared to now. She glowed in a way that made it almost painful to look at her, his heart aching, stirring something with him.

"What... is this place?" He blinked at the vastness around them, at the massive estate that lay not too far away up a winding path. He sensed a handful of different souls there, and...WOLVES. More wolves. There were more like her? His hand never left hers. In fact, it held onto hers a bit more firmly as he adjusted both physically...and mentally to this place.

SHE COULD HEAR,  his mind churning. quite literally processing every word she had spoken. and the offer she had laid in his open hands. she couldn't blame him, for she knew it was a hefty thing she had laid upon him. and sure she wasn't sure why she had. why she had offered to help a stranger, with a certainty that was almost, foreign to who she was as a person. SHE DISLIKED PEOPLE. and was more known for destroying things, than helping. yet there was something within her, that was saying this was, something she needed to do. ( and this urge went right to her soul !  ) Aella can't help but chuckle within Melitta's mind, as she watches the way the male responds. not that melitta was shocked. who could truly respond well, when a 5ft woman son shifted into an 8ft wolf. but she wasn't there to attack, no Aella needed time to breathe, after the stuffiness of the underworld. and the repressing emotions, that had seemed within her soul. so this reprieve out of melitta's skin [ ... ] was as much for her, as it was given the other, some space. 

          turning her large head to look at him, as he speaks. purple eyes burn into his with an intensity, that the wolf knew was heated. as she too worked to figure out, why she was calm around him. nd unlike her human she figures it quicker. and it has aella curling her lip up, in thee wolves' version of a smirk. before she stands. SHAKING OUT HER FUR. she walks back towards him. stopping close, before giving the body back to melitta. the magic swirling as fur, gave way to her human flesh once more.   (   complete naked flesh as she stood before him !   )  waving her hand, dark smoke swirls around her frame, before dressing her once more. this time in leather clothes, more fitting than the dress, she'd donned to terrorise the underworld. dark eyes observe him for a moment. wanting to see if he was speaking the truth. and when she sees it. she nods, her eyes softening as she steps forward. slipping a heated hand into his. offering strength, and an anchor, in his new uncertain path. ❛   breathe ....   ❜    she offers slowly, already knowing the tell tale signs of a panic attack. and moving quickly she swirls the earth, using her magic to pull them back to where she wanted to go. landing within the confines of the compound easily. she can feel the safety net of the wards filling her soul. making her feel content and protected. and she hoped he'd feel it too. ❛   he won't find you here, that I can vouch on my immortal soul !.   ❜  her head turns, as she feels the air shift, showing her mom had noticed someone new in the wards, and she holds her hand up for a moment. showing they needed some time. before he got overpressed by more than one person. given the change he was undergoing.

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Amber eyes met with hers, sparkling with curiosity and affection as she listened to the fearsome Karina speak of her love. She'd heard that Karina was infamous and very feared amongst the demigods, and even the gods of the Olympian pantheon.

The Hindu pantheon was very different from the Greeks in that there were many shenanigans, yes, but also an emphasis on karma and sanatana dharma. Not to mention... it felt like endless challenges to gain moksha, which was the ultimate goal for humanity in the cycle of death and rebirth.

"He has a lion in him! How does one become trapped in their animal form?" Chandni asked, hoping she did not mind the question, but it had been bugging her. Was the lion not a part of him? Could he not simply shift back into his normal form?

"I think it's romantic... usually it's the man saving the woman from peril." She really did not like the whole trend of men saving damsels in distress, but alas, it was the culture they lived in.

     THE MORE SHE WATCHED, the interactions between the two. the more she could see a true happiness brewing between them. one that was rare for those, of the greek pantheon to achieve. she was one of the first, to know a pure love, that erased all your previous damage and in it's place, gave you strength and wholesome strength. and to her absolute delight. it seemed dekes had found it too. ( something she'd always wanted for him ! )  and for that reason, it made karina look at the other, in a new light. gone was the harshness upon the face of mother nature. and instead was a soft neutralism. but her eyes, oh those sea green eyes [ ... ] were full of questions. and looked with an intensity, that was all karina's. one that made most people uncomfortable. due to her skill at unravelling a persons secrets. with a single look.

      ❛  yes, the love of my life is a lion demi-god son of ra ....   ❜ she chuckles softly. feeling even more of herself relax. as it always did whenever raza was brought up in conversation. her sun, and her life. reaching through her bond, she feels his contentment. and it makes her smile softly, before she focuses back on Chandni. finding her curiosity almost endearing. and truly like a carbon copy of astra.  ❛  I was sent to help him, as he was trapped in his lion form. and slowly I helped him shift back and adjust and from there, the rest is history as they say !   ❜ literally at this point, given how long the two of them were together. but she wouldn't change a thing. none of it.

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Phoebe Tonkin as HAYLEY MARSHALL

THE ORIGINALS S02E14 - I Love You, Goodbye

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HRITHIK ROSHAN in KAHO NAA PYAAR HAI (2000)

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Elysia was LIVID with Payne and her father. Beyond pissed off. Not only were they in a relationship, but they had been hooking up for YEARS prior to this. Right under her nose. This level of betrayal was not something she could digest easily. Had Payne only been so close with her because of her attraction to her father? Had she simply disappeared to go off to another university halfway across the country so she could carry this on in secret? Elysia didn't want to know.

Instead, she wanted to cause misery. And she knew she was doing that right now as Deeks had been described as a massive thorn in Zeus' side. Elysia married him to increase that thorn into a full blown dagger. And then, she was going to increase it to a gun.

She had not been expecting Deeks to be so...generous in his contract. When the year was up, she would get her own estate, a certain amount of money in trust, and a level of freedom she did not think she'd ever have. Truly, she had stared long and hard at the contract, wondering if it had been a joke... As she expected the contract to be one that protected Deeks' assets only. Not that she wanted anything from him, no. Seeing Zeus' twisted up face was enough. She couldn't even call him 'FATHER' anymore. Still, knowing and legalizing what the expectations and results were upfront helped with her stress levels.

Deeks tasted way too good, which was not part of the plan. She had to stop herself from grinding against his hips, from pushing his blazer off his shoulders. Forehead resting against hers, she looked at him, the Italian term of endearment causing something warm to unfurl in her chest. He probably thought Zeus' spies were still around. "They left," she said quietly as he slipped the strap of her dress back atop her shoulder. His eyes, however, held hers as he cemented his words with his gaze and Elysia suddenly was unsure as to whether he was pretending.

"Um," she pulled back, getting off him, immediately reaching for her bag nearby. She had to fix her lipstick before they went out. And also regulate her body nerves. "Right, then. My uncle, Poseidon, is just outside. We need to charm him together. I'll soften him up with Karina...and you go in for the business deal." She reapplied her lipstick before tossing it back in her purse. After some time, they had both composed themselves, though the memory of the kiss still lingered in her mind. She had some promises to fulfill.

Elysia went right over to Poseidon, nodding a bit at Deeks who continued his chats with another person nearby. She smiled and buttered up her uncle, who was happy to see her after so long. And when his defences were lowered just enough -- "I saw Karina the other day for brunch. Did she get a new stylist? I heard it was your recommendation. No wonder she was practically glowing." Hook, line, and sinker. Poseidon glowed from within at the mention of his daughter and began gushing about her. Elysia only added to the gushing herself by noting details of not just her beauty, but her intellect as she graduated first in her program. That sent Poseidon off the edge. "She IS so smart and beautiful, I know. Takes after her mother completely," he insisted, the smile of the happiest man in the world.

She had to give her uncle credit. He married his high school sweetheart, Logan, and never had wandering eyes. The only two people he was obsessed with was his wife and his daughter. Though she heard his wife was pregnant with twins. "And now you're about to have two new blessings in the family... congrats, uncle. Oh.. speaking of new family, I wanted to introduce my husband formally... Deeks James." She smiled warmly at him, as if on cue, and he came over.

Poseidon, still on a high, smiled at him. "Ah yes, so you are the one that has won the heart of our little Ely, hm? I hear from my niece that you have a knack for business." Elysia had set the groundwork and granted him access to one of the biggest, most notorious businessmen in the country. Now, the rest was up to him.

this arrangement had been her idea, one she had posed after quite literally walking straight into his house. and offering him the terms. no fear, no wavering in her tone. and it had captured his attention almost instantly. the power exuding from her form. but also the way she had admitted why she was doing it. she wanted to piss her father off, after he had slept with her best friend. and he was as much of a bastard to take her up on it. he had been the one to finalise the small details of the contract. making sure that whilst he would benefit from this. so would she. as yes he was a bastard who hated her father. but he wasn't as much of one to not help her gain from this year long marriage. thus he drew it up, and at the end of the year she would be fine. money \ housing \ freedom. everything she needs, to be well and truly free from the hold of her father. [ something he knew all too well, given he had quite violently overthrown his own father. and his uncle in one fell swoop. ] and this gala was one that would, tip the favor towards them if played right. that was the only reason for the quick rehearsal on who was who. as there were players in this room they needed to get too. especially given her father was here. but it seemed he'd pissed off a few anyway, and seeks was more than happy to swoop in and claim the missed opportunities. and the fire that burned in those honey eyes of hers. showed she was ready to play the game too. he heard the footsteps about a second after she did, and can't help his smirk as she pushes his much taller frame down onto the nearest sofa. his lap soon becoming full of her delicate and deadly frame. hands, of their on violation, making a home on her thighs. pulling her closer, as her lips claim his.

a growl builds in his throat, aimed at the one who dared to interrupt them. playing the role of an interrupted husband. as his wedding ring stands out glaringly obvious upon the hand he presses against her rear. pushing her even closer towards him. as he fights his own base instincts. ones she had woken up with a vengeance, the moment her lips were pressed against his. after all, he wasn't above admitting he had thought of claiming her. of making her moan and scream beneath him. he had many times. the only reason he held off was because he knew, she felt nothing. this was just a contract, a coincidence to her. so he kept his thoughts to himself. locked inside of his head. [ and the privacy of his own room. as well he was a red blooded male after all ! ] he couldn't help but deepen the kiss, his hand tangling in her hair, mindful of the way she'd styled it, as his tongue dances over hers. claiming, tasting. needing. as he growls once more, low and decadent in the back of his throat. she was the most sinful drug: and quite quickly he knew, he could become addicted. so with far more restraint then he knew he possessed. he pulls away. draging a deep intake of breathe into his lungs. as he rests his forehead against hers. ❛   if we don't stop now, il mio amore, I will fuck you right here in this room. and make sure everyone gathered in the other room. hears your screams of pleasure ....   ❜ his words delivered like the most decadent of sin. as his lips curl up into a smirk to match. a hand coming up, to slip the strap of her dress back up her shoulders. as he stares deep, into those glorious eyes of hers. sin shining in his. and showing he would give into his words, in an instant.