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noonachronicles · 3 years

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Messes We Made Pt. 1

Choi Seunghyun/ TOP X Reader & Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word Count: 20k

Warnings: language, smut, infidelity

Genre: Non-idol/AU. Sort of friends to lovers? Forbidden romance? lol I don't know.

A/N: 800 years ago I got an ask requesting this and now it's finally (the first part anyway) ready to be posted. I can not find the ask, but I think it was anonymous anyway. So if you asked for a y/n cheating on GD with TOP story like two years ago and you're still following me, this one's for you! Also I tried do do something different than I'm used to and as a consequence I'm not entirely confident and am worried everyone will hate this soooo... If anyone ends up liking it I'll keep going with the other parts, if not then, I guess we'll just have to wait and see!

Jiyong’s fingers were wrapped around your neck. Tight but not enough to worry you. The look in his eyes had been feral since you’d walked into his office, like tonight more than any other night he had something to prove. Earlier on he’d literally torn the strap off your dress trying to expose your breasts but you didn’t think you could be too mad about it considering he’d been the one that bought the thing in the first place.

When he pulled out of the lip lock he’d had you in your lips were sore and swollen. He lifted his other hand from where it had been tucked between your thighs and you groaned lightly, feeling the loss of him. You took a look at him. His dress shirt had been pulled open, courtesy of you, and there were red lipstick splotches all over his chest. Also courtesy of you. You knew if you looked down at your own chest, the tops of your breasts would be peppered with splotches as well, from when he’d marked you with his mouth.

“Be a good girl and bend over the desk for me.” He whispered against your skin.

Speechless and nearly breathless you turned around and laid your bare chest down against the cool mahogany. You closed your eyes as you felt his fingers move up the backs of your legs, dragging the skirt of your dress up your hips along with them. He hooked onto the waistband of your panties and pulled them down your legs. As they dropped to your ankles you shivered at the feel of his teeth scraping against the skin of your ass.

“You’re fucking perfect.” He said as he stood up, and your face burned with a blush at his words.

And then, in a breath, he was buried inside of you and your hands gripped the edge of the desk to hold on for the ride. He’d assured you several times that there wasn’t anyone else left in the offices for the night and you hadn’t seen anyone else when you had walked through to his personal office earlier. Still you found yourself to be timid. Only allowing little moans of pleasure to escape through your lips despite the urge to be much more vocal, the way he knew you could be.

Jiyong was panting gruffly as his hips slammed into your ass. You could feel the wood of the desk digging into you but you didn’t complain. It felt good, he felt good. The sound of his cock moving inside of you grew wetter and sloppier with every thrust. All you could really do was stay where you were and let him take control which was perfectly okay with you. Your toes curled inside your high heels and you wanted to scream as he inched you closer to your climax.

“Come on, baby.” He urged, fingers digging into the skin of your hips. “Let go. Just give me what I want, let me hear you.”

“I can’t.” You gasped beneath him. “Not here.”

He stopped for a moment, removing himself from you, making you pout. Then he was lifting one of your legs up until it was resting on the desk and you were spread open for him.

“Yes, you can. I know you can. Please? I love it so much.” he begged, “I love knowing how good I make you feel. I love knowing how much you want me.”

Pushing yourself up on your elbows you looked back at him. Sweat glistened across his chest, his face covered in desperation. You took a breath, your head focusing on his hands moving gently over your skin. Looking away you peered through the glass windows that looked out to the rest of the office. It looked okay. It looked fine. Dark, motionless, empty.

Turning back to Jiyong you smirked, “Okay. Do your worst.”

With a pleased smile he leaned over you, his lips at your ear he said, “No, I’m gonna give you my best.”

You let out a little gasp as his teeth tugged at your earlobe and he plunged back into you. This time you gave him what he wanted. Unrestrained cries of absolute passion. Sounds tore from your throat that you’d only ever let out in the privacy of the bedroom. He’d been right, somehow just the sound of your own pleasure made it better. Made it feel hotter and dirtier.

“Fuck! Jiyong, I'm so close.” You whined, ready for your orgasm.

You bit your lip hard, feeling him wrap his fist in your hair, knowing what he’d do next. Your back arched backwards as he pulled your head up by your hair.

“Are you whining?” He muttered against your stretched out neck, nipping at your salty skin. You shook your head and he pulled your hair a little harder. “And now you’re lying.”

“Please?” You begged.

He kissed your rouged cheek, “Only because I like you.”

Still pulling you against his chest with one hand he dropped the other between your legs. His fingers quickly found your clit as he proceeded with his aggressive thrusting. You reached your arms back until your hands dug into his hair and you tugged. Another cry ripped through your body as you hit your orgasm. Leaning back against his chest fully you opened your eyes as he kept going to meet his own finish.

Lifting your heavy gaze from the hardwood floor you caught sight of something you hadn’t expected. A pair of glistening black leather dress shoes. You didn’t scream or panic or make a move to cover yourself up. Your apathy could have been caused by several different factors.

It could have been that you were too worn out or too caught up in your slowly relenting orgasm. Or maybe it was because you didn’t even have to look past the shoes to know exactly who it was and you’d wanted him to see you. It could be argued you didn’t make a move because this wouldn’t have even been the first time you’d imagined him watching you.

Legs spread open with your pussy on display. You should have felt ashamed. Your dress was tugged down to your waist, showing off your breasts. Your skin was covered in a layer of sweat leaving a nice sheen, a glow. You should have been mortified. If it was anyone else you would have been.

Still in a daze your eyes followed up from the shiny shoes to the black dress pants that covered his long, slender legs. Your teeth dug into your lip. For a moment, while you drank him in like a refreshingly tall glass of chardonnay, you forgot Jiyong was even there. The shirt under his black blazer was a dark teal and you couldn’t help yourself but to think how flattering the color was on him. Truthfully every color looked good on him.

When you finally caught up to his face he met your gaze. He looked unmoved by the sight of you. Unimpressed. Unconcerned. It wasn’t until that moment that you began to feel truly self conscious. For you to be half naked before him, chest still heaving as you tried to catch your breath, and for him to not react at all was a little ego shattering. You could feel Jiyong sputter to a finish and squirmed uncomfortably under his grip. He still had you by the hair.

Finally he let you go and you fell limp against the desk. When you pushed yourself up, Seunghyun was gone and you wondered if he had actually been there in the first place or if it was just your imagination again. With a sigh you stood up straight and tried to put your torn dress back on as best you could.

“Jiyong?” You said as you turned to look at him, and sat back against the desk. He raised his eyebrows in acknowledgment but kept his eyes on where he was fitting his belt back on. “Are you sure Seunghyun’s not here?”

“Baby, come on.” He sighed, finally looking up at you. “I told you a hundred times there’s no one else here. We’re fine. Seunghyun went home early today. He had a dinner he was going to.”

“Okay.” You said quietly, though still unconvinced it hadn’t really been him. When you imagined Seunghyun before it had never been during actual sex. It was only ever when you were alone. And he never looked at you the way he had tonight. It didn’t feel the same, it just didn’t sit right.

Jiyong leaned in and kissed your shoulder. The taste of your skin left him groaning and he kissed you again. “Are you hungry? Let’s get some dinner, I’m famished.”

You grabbed the dangling strap of your dress and whipped his arm with it playfully. “My dress is ruined, remember? I can’t go out like this.”

Gnawing gently on his bottom lip he took a look at you for a long moment and then the light turned on above his head. Jiyong reached beside you, pulling open a desk drawer and pulling out a pair of heavy silver scissors. You watched as he cut the torn strap from your dress completely and then he cut off the other strap as well so both sides matched before tossing the scissors and fabric onto the desk with a clunk.

“Beautiful. Let’s go.” He gripped your hand in his and tugged you from his office.

It wasn’t until you were standing in the elevator, waiting for the door to close that you noticed the obvious light coming from under Seunghyun’s office door. A light that definitely hadn’t been there earlier.

You and Jiyong had been together for about ten months. It felt like it had been barely any time at all and like it had been forever all at the same time. Forever because you’d never had a relationship last so long without it getting dull or toxic and having to bail. And it felt like no time at all when you compared it to all of your friends that had been getting married to partners they’d been with for years.

Things were good though. They were great even. You really loved being with Jiyong. You really loved Jiyong. He was funny and so caring. He’d do anything for you and had proven it many times already. There was just that one thing that always felt like it was in the way of perfection. The achilles heel of your relationship, one he didn’t even know about. The urge deep in your gut that drove you crazy. A desire to be with Seunghyun when you saw him. Every. Single. Time. You didn’t even fully understand where it came from which made it a difficult feeling to get rid of.

Though you’d met Jiyong the same day you'd met Seunghyun, technically you’d met Seunghyun first. You were a journalist for a top tier, finance centric, business magazine. It was not your dream. You couldn’t imagine that writing about business trends was anyone’s dream job but it was work. It was work that paid well and gave you opportunities you wouldn’t have gotten anywhere else. Mostly your job was to do interviews with the incredibly wealthy. You were to make them seem relatable and like their lives were attainable. That way people who had no chance of ever living the same experience would eat up the rest of the magazine content like a guidebook. Buy things they didn’t need, invest in things that would never actually pay off.

That day, when you’d met the guys, it was for work. You were there to meet with the co- CEO’s of what was still considered a startup company at only four years old. Albeit an incredibly successful startup company that was only growing in popularity among the finance community and young entrepreneurs.

Despite having been at your job for several years you still got nervous before an interview. These were incredibly wealthy people you were meeting with. People that had their hands in many different pots. People it would only benefit you to impress and to harbor relationships with. Despite your nerves or perhaps because of them you’d yet to truly embarrass yourself in front of anyone. You did your research beforehand. On both professional and personal levels you learned these people to the best of your ability.

Even still, prepared or not, before every interview you had a routine. You would go to the building early and sit in your car or go inside and find a restroom to hide in and hype yourself up. You’d remind yourself what a rockstar you were. You’d remind yourself that you had it, you were prepared, and everything was going to be great. Then you’d freshen up your lipstick, head out, and nail your interview.

The only problem this time was that when you strolled out of the bathroom, shoulders back and chin held high with absolute confidence, it was head first into Choi Seunghyun. Your interviewee, one of them anyway. You had slammed directly into his chest going full force. Both of you had stepped back from the impact to try and catch your footing. It wouldn’t have even been that bad if his assistant hadn’t been following behind him with a full cup of coffee. Your eyes blew wide open and you audibly gasped at the sound of the splashing liquid at his feet. His entire back and his assistant were drenched in a Colombian dark roast with three sugars. His eyes closed as he took a patient breath.

“I’m so sorry.” You trembled, all of your previous confidence destroyed.

When he looked at you, you weren’t sure you’d ever seen anyone so annoyed and angry in your entire life. His eyes pierced through you like daggers. His mouth was a tight, thin line across his face. His eyebrows were fierce and their sharp angle perfectly reflected his feelings towards you in that moment. It was then that all those facts you’d learned about him came flooding back into your mind.

Choi Seunghyun, to those he knew and who knew him well, was a great man. Friendly and funny. He was a jokester. He was caring. Charitable and thoughtful. To those who knew him well. And at that point, you did not. To those he didn’t know and did not know him he was honestly terrifying.

He didn’t like to be near strangers or touched by them. By many accounts he seemed to be so severe about it that there was a rumor he was a germaphobe. He gave off the impression that he was cold and hard. A face and disposition likened to granite. Rarely a smile to be seen outside of photos from personal events. Though he was fairly average in height, people always noted that he seemed to tower over you no matter how tall you were in comparison. Personally he intimidated you like you’d never been intimidated before. And in the same breath you’d never been so attracted to someone so instantly. You wanted to run but you also wished he would kiss you. Touch you. Acknowledge you.

He said absolutely nothing to you in return. He only turned on his heel and went into the men’s room. Followed quickly by his assistant who was buzzing around him like a panicked bee. When you saw him again later, you were sitting in the waiting area at the front of the office. He’d changed into a new, dry, suit and as he passed by you he glared at you in such a way that your stomach turned.

You hadn’t even been escorted to the meeting room yet and you already felt like the interview was tanked. You didn’t know how things could possibly improve. There was no way you could walk out of this interview feeling good about yourself. You were fully prepared for it to be painfully awkward, uncomfortable, and unsuccessful.

Then, like an absolute blessing, in walked Kwon Jiyong. A ray of hope in what was sure to have been an otherwise miserable experience. He’d come out to greet you personally. Apologizing for making you wait and explaining he’d been stuck on a teleconference call. He could have said anything to you in that moment and it wouldn’t have mattered. You’d been so mesmerized by the way he smiled at you. You’d never even met the man and yet he smiled at you like he’d been looking forward to seeing you all day. You were blushing almost immediately.

He was exactly as charming and charismatic as everyone said he was. A completely opposite persona than Seunghyun. Whether he knew them or had never met them in his life, people talked about what a pleasure it was to be in Jiyong’s presence. During your recon of the young CEOs you’d read so many stories about what a great guy Jiyong was that you’d become certain it was a lie. An over exaggeration. He was paying people to speak so kindly about him. There was no way, he couldn’t possibly be the treasure everyone made him out to be, but he was.

He saved your interview that day. He eased you out of your discomfort so well in such a short time that when Seunghyun joined the two of you in the conference room you felt fine. You weren’t tense or anxious at all. In fact you were perfect, a total rockstar, and you nailed it. You nailed it so hard that much to your surprise before you left as he walked you to the elevator, Jiyong asked, with a bold confidence that only he could pull off, if he could see you again.

Regardless of how things turned out that day. Regardless of how good Jiyong was to you and had been to you since that very first day, you couldn’t shake it. You couldn’t rid yourself of the twisting feeling low in your belly that occurred every time you saw Seunghyun. You were better with it now, you had control of it. It didn’t bother you as much or leave you twisting in your seat in discomfort whenever he was around. But it was there. The urge to kiss him and touch him and be with him.

“You don’t have a thicker jacket?” Jiyong asked, cupping your face in his hands. “It’s gonna be cold, much colder than it is here.”

“No, mother.” You laughed, “This one will be just fine.”

He hummed, pressing his lips to yours, “Oh! You brought an extra charger cord?”

“Yes.” You groaned, fingers gripping his little hips. “It’s in my bag.”

“Because you have a real knack for breaking phone chargers when you go out of town.”

“Jiyong!”

“I know! I know.” He whined, “I just…I wish it was me taking you. I’m sorry it couldn’t be.”

“It’s okay. I know you’re a very busy, very important person.” You smirked, giving his pouty lips a kiss. “Though I do wish it was you too.”

“That’s totally fine, no offense taken.” Seunghyun sighed, leaning against the hood of the car. “I’m just standing right here. Bunch of ungrateful…”

“Thank you, Tabi!” Jiyong smiled over at his friend, “If it can’t be me, I’m grateful it’s you. At least I know she’s in good hands.”

“Oh my god! You make it sound like I’m headed off to war.” You growled, “Seunghyun, tell him we have to go. Tell him it’s only a couple hours. I keep trying but he won’t listen.”

“Ji,” he laughed, “This will be quick and painless. I’ll have your precious cargo back before your head hits the pillow tonight.”

With a final sigh Jiyong pulled you into a tight embrace. “I love you. And I’m gonna miss you. And you’re going to be amazing. My beautiful rockstar.”

“I love you too.” You nuzzled into the comfort of him. “We’ll be back tonight. I’ll probably be home before you get back from your dinner. You won’t even notice I’m gone.”

“That’s not true, I notice” he pulled away reluctantly and opened the car door for you, “but, go. Be safe.”

It had already been a couple months since the incident at the office and much like your apparently insatiable desire for Seunghyun you had shoved the memory somewhere deep and mostly forgotten inside of you. It was necessary if you were going to stay sane. The two of you saw too much of each other. You’d become too close to let fruitless urges get in the way of one of your most important friendships.

Seunghyun hadn’t said a word about it to you, despite having countless opportunities, and neither did you. You also didn’t mention it to Jiyong. You hadn’t actually said a word about that night to anyone. So everything just stayed exactly as it was before. Jiyong was your doting boyfriend and Seunghyun was your good friend.

And that was true, he was very much your friend. Spending time with Jiyong often meant spending time with Seunghyun because they were always together. They’d been best friends before starting the company and they were determined to keep it that way. So while a lot of the time the three of you spent together was centered around business, a lot more of it was just the two of them being idiots together.

From not knowing him at all, and ruining his thousand dollar suit, you became one of those lucky people that he knew and who knew him well. In fact you’d become quick, close friends. Which was why, when you needed to take a trip to the mountains for an interview and Jiyong was busy hosting a possible new business associate, Seunghyun offered to drive you in place of him. You could have gone on your own, you were perfectly capable but your boys wouldn’t hear it. So that Friday morning, under a clear blue sky, you were headed up north.

“You know you’ve met him, right?” Seunghyun asked, side eyeing you as you frantically flipped through the papers on your lap.

“Huh?”

“Kihyun, you already met him. You don’t have to be so anxious, it’s gonna be fine.”

Looking up and out at the road ahead you realized you were well out of the city limits and must have been for sometime. Which meant you were also a terrible driving partner if he’d driven that far with you barely saying a word. You’d just been so focused on learning everything you could about the man you were about to interview. For a moment you tried to remember if you had actually met him and then shook your head.

“I don’t think I have.” You looked over at Seunghyun who only raised his eyebrows from under his sunglasses, a smug little smile on his face. “I have?”

“He was at the launch party we had over the summer. The rooftop pool party one. Not the prohibition themed night club one.”

You tried to think back. Jiyong had brought you to a hundred events during the summer, it felt like. The two of you were just announcing your relationship officially, and he wanted you by his side constantly to show you off. Rooftop pool party launch…That would have been the time Seunghyun wore a pair of board shorts. At that point you’d still rarely seen him outside of work events which meant never seeing him out of dress pants and you’d almost gone completely feral seeing him look even slightly more casual than normal. If you’d met Kihyun that day you were fairly certain you wouldn’t have been paying attention.

“You’re probably right, but I don’t remember.” You shrugged.

“How could you have forgotten?” Seunghyun laughed, “He threw the ice sculpture of a dolphin in the pool and tried to ride it before it melted. He had frostbite on his thighs.”

“Oh. OH!” You chuckled as the memory came back. “Yes, okay. You’re right. I met him. Rich people…you guys are so weird.”

“Excuse me? ‘You guys’?” He tried his best to sound offended. “I’m normal, okay! I would never do anything like that.”

“Two words, Choi.” You scoffed, “Barcelona. Weekend.”

He was quiet for a second and then laughed, “That's fair. In my defense though we were already three vineyards in and I was pretty buzzed.”

You rolled your eyes dramatically, “Pretty buzzed? You were absolutely hammered. You were so far gone by vineyard number two that you bought number three on sight.”

“Anyway! If I’m remembering correctly it was your boyfriend who initially crashed that wedding! I was just following along as support. Someone has to have that guy’s back and it seems it’s my burden.”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed, looking back down at your file, wanting to absorb a few more useful details. “This is a really nice house, but I could never live that far from the city.”

“Oh, Kihyun doesn’t live there full time. It’s more like a weekend cabin. He has a gorgeous penthouse downtown.”

“A weekend cabin?” You asked, staring back down at the picture, “There’s a helipad.”

“Yeah, in case he doesn’t feel like taking the drive. It’s smart.”

“Rich people.” You muttered.

Flipping the folder closed and tucking it into your bag you finally leaned back in your seat. Seunghyun hit the button on the steering wheel that turned up the radio and the two of you enjoyed the rest of the scenic drive up the mountain together.

Kihyun was just as eccentric as you could have imagined. You were glad to have Seunghyun there with you as a buffer because at several points he’d just become too much. His home was insane. Gorgeous, yes, but insane. For the interview he walked the two of you around on a tour as you asked him about his newest investments and his most recent business venture, an app called Pigeon that used drones for a delivery service.

You tried to remain on point and professional, even as he showed you the bowling alley, movie theater, and both the indoor and outdoor pools. There were horse stables, a golf course, and a racetrack with several cars on hand for racing. At each new turn you shared a look with Seunghyun who continuously bit his lip to keep from laughing at your complete disbelief. Halfway through the interview you all had a lovely lunch prepared by Kihyun’s professional, personal chef. It was an experience to say the least and you had enough content to write about to last you an entire spread and then some.

When you and Seunghyun finally got back into the car the sky had gone pretty dark with clouds and it was beginning to rain. You felt nerves of anxiety building in your stomach but Seunghyun assured you that he could still make it home in no time. Unfortunately, he’d been wrong. Only an hour into the four hour drive home it had become so dark and the rain so heavy that he had to pull the car over on the side of the road for fear of crashing from low visibility.

As you waited for a break in the storm to keep going you made a quick call to an incredibly concerned Jiyong. He said he’d heard about the incoming storm on the news. He told you it was expected to last for several more hours and would continue to be just as unrelenting. There was a moment when the rain was coming down hard but at least not in sheets and Seunghyun pulled back onto the road. After several promises to call him back as soon as you knew what your plan was, and reminders to him that he was supposed to be having drinks with potential business partners, Jiyong let you off the phone.

It wasn’t much longer until the rain picked up and became too heavy once more. Luckily Seunghyun had found a place to stop, hopefully for the night, before the hail started. It was hard to decipher exactly what you’d pulled into. Some sort of tiny town. There was a building that looked like a hotel, several dark, small private looking homes lined the property, and there was even a brightly lit store. As you walked past it to get to the hotel you peeked inside to see what looked like half a grocery store and half a souvenir shop.

By the time you’d walked from the parking lot to the hotel lobby, both of you were completely drenched from the rain. You shivered in your cold, wet outfit as you followed Seunghyun up to the desk. You hoped and prayed that they’d have some place for you to stay the night.

“Welcome to Valley Village Inn and Resort!” The woman at the desk smiled cheerfully. “How can I help you this evening?”

“Well we were hoping you might have a couple of rooms available.”

“Oooh.” the look on her face was already apologetic, “No reservation, huh?”

“No, we thought we’d make it back to the city by tonight but got a little held up.” He explained, gesturing outside, “The storm is just too much for us to try and get any further.”

“Hmm, I know for sure we don’t have two rooms but let me see what I can find.”

Seunghyun looked over his shoulder at you and gave a hopeful smile. You sighed, not feeling too lucky. He lifted his hand and brushed his thumb over your cheek.

“We’re gonna be okay.” He mouthed.

“We might be in luck.” the woman said brightly after a couple minutes, “We did have one cancellation due to the storm. It’s not a room, it would be one of our cabin suites which does run a little pricier, unfortunately. It’s a one bedroom with a kitchenette, living room, and a hot tub on the balcony that overlooks the valley. It will be just absolutely beautiful in the morning with the clear skies and nice cup of coffee or tea. So romantic”.

“Is there a couch in the living room?” Seunghyun asked, ignoring her comment about it being romantic. “Is it a pullout?”

“No but the bed is a king so it should fit you both just…oh.” She said with realization. “You’re not a couple, are you?”

“No.”

“Well, I could always see if we have anyone available that could bring you a cot to the room?”

“Don’t worry about it.” Seunghyun shook his head, figuring if someone had to drag a cot to the cabin it would be too soaked through to use anyway. You could tell he was getting uncomfortable and frustrated. He didn’t want to take it out on her though, it wasn’t her fault. “We can figure it out. We’ll take the room.”

You sighed when he dropped his credit card on the desk, “I’ll pay you back.”

He looked over at you with a scowl, “Don’t insult me.”

“Fine. But I’m going to buy you one of those wine glasses from the convenience store we passed.” You joked.

“Oh, yes!” The concierge said suddenly as she stapled several papers together before handing them over to Seunghyun with his card. “Please stop in our Village Shop before heading to your room. The kitchen was closed about an hour ago so we don’t have room service currently, but if you’re hungry there is food in the shop. They have different snacks and some gourmet coffee for the morning. And some great souvenirs! The postcards are my absolute favorite.”

“Well.” Seunghyun grinned and threw his arm over your shoulder, “I just have to see these postcards.”

You thanked the concierge for her help and the two of you made your way back out into the rain. When you reached the convenience store both of you quickly realized how hungry you were and how reckless it was to shop on an empty stomach. You spent an absurd amount of money on silly gifts that you didn’t really need and food you were unlikely to eat in the short amount of time you intended on being there. When you were both done buying out half of the shop, Seunghyun drove the car around to the cabin you'd be staying in. One of the private looking homes you’d spotted earlier. Then, avoiding the rain as much as you could, you carried in about six bags each.

It was exactly as the sweet girl at the front desk had said it would be. A romantic little cabin suite that would have been ideal for a couple to share a weekend away. You tried not to think too much about it. Seunghyun impressed you greatly by making quick work of the fireplace. He had it going, with the living area half heated by the time you’d finished putting away all the perishable foods you’d grabbed from the shop.

When you were done in the kitchen you made your way into the living room where he was checking everything out, including the rain outside the panned glass door that was not stopping.

“Okay, Choi, “ you said, sitting down on the carpet in the living room, pulling the rest of your bags in front of you. “Let’s see what you got.”

“Wine.” He said simply, placing his bags on the coffee table.

“Seriously?” You asked with a raised eyebrow, “Six bags and nothing but wine?”

“Basically.”

“Well, I did get some things to cook for breakfast but nothing to cure a hangover. So we may be in trouble.”

Seunghyun only laughed and you watched a little wide eyed as he peeled off his drenched blazer and tossed it to the side. It hit the wood floor with a heavy splat. When he started to unbutton his soaked through dress shirt you looked away though you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander back.

Seunghyun was always such a…private person. Even in situations where it would be natural to be less clothed and more casual. Pool party events for the company or on group trips to the beach, he always kept himself so covered up. It was rare for most people to ever see him out of a three piece suit. You were lucky to have many experiences with the jeans and T-shirt version of him. You’d never seen him shirtless though, and the possibility of seeing it brought your curiosity levels into overload.

You wanted to be as respectful as possible while still feeding your curiosity. It was unlikely you’d get a chance like this again any time soon. Shuffling through the things in the bag on your lap you peeked at him through your peripherals. Your jaw dropped slightly as you watched him toss the wet, white shirt on top of his blazer. Seunghyun was gorgeous.

“I got a cheap, scratchy pajama set too. Really looking forward to it.” He muttered sarcastically, reaching over the table with his long toned arms and into one of his bags.

You looked over at him, figuring it was okay since he’d acknowledged you first. It took everything you had not to audibly gasp at the treat he’d been hiding underneath it all. He was impossibly beautiful and he looked so warm. All you could think about was being wrapped up in him. You never imagined he’d be so muscular and broad, he always looked so lanky under his clothes.

“Sexy noodle man.” You muttered under your breath.

“What?”

You looked up at his face wide eyed, not realizing you’d made your ridiculous comment out loud. “Huh?”

“I thought you said something.” He said as he pulled the shirt over his shoulders and buttoned it over his bronze chest.

“Looks a little tight.” You said clearing your throat.

“It was the biggest size they had.” He groaned, “Happens all the time. This is why I always wear my suits. Can’t get a wrong fit with custom tailored.”

“You wear custom tailored pajamas to bed?”

He grinned as he unbuttoned the too tight top. “Who says I wear anything to bed?”

Your face flushed completely and it felt like you couldn’t breathe. “I…uh-“

“I’m joking. It’s a joke.”

“Yeah, no, it was funny.” You said with a huff of a laugh, “I laughed, didn’t I laugh?”

“I must have missed it.” He winked.

“Um, well. Here.” You reached into several of your bags looking for the right one before you found it. Pulling out a folded up grey shirt, with Valley Village Inn and Resort screen printed on the front in forest green, you lifted it up to him. “I bought it to sleep in so it's super oversized. It should fit you better than the button up at least.”

“You sure?” He asked, holding out the shirt to take a look at the size. “What’ll you wear?”

“I bought a sweater as a silly gift for Ji. I can just wear that with the shorts I got to go with the shirt.”

“Thanks.”

“Of course.”

You watched as he pulled the shirt over his head. It looked good on him, much more comfortable. Then you watched as he grabbed a bottle of wine from one of his bags and brought it to the kitchen.

“Well I guess it would be more appropriate for me to change out of my pants in the bathroom then in here with you.” he mentioned, searching the drawers for a bottle opener.

“I-uh,” you sputtered out your words, “Yes. Um. I’m actually gonna go change in the room and call Jiyong with the update.”

“Good idea. It’s been more than ten minutes, he’s probably in the middle of a hysterical anxiety attack.”

“Be nice.” You said quietly as you thought about your boyfriend, “Some women are stuck with men that wouldn’t even notice if they were missing for a week. I’m lucky he cares about me so much.”

“That’s true. Tell him I said I’m sorry for lying and I’ll have you back as soon as I can.” He said, popping open the wine, “I’ll put together some sandwiches for dinner.”

As quickly as you could you grabbed the sweater and the pair of plaid pajama shorts you’d bought to sleep in and moved to the bedroom where you clicked the door shut behind you. In the room you took a half a dozen deep breaths to try and pull yourself together. Seunghyun was just being friendly and flirty like he always was. And your brain was ready to take it too far.

Once you’d discarded your wet clothes and adorned your new outfit you sat on the bed with your phone in hand.

“Thank god you’re okay!” Jiyongs voice came over the line almost as soon as you hit the green button to call him. “You are okay, aren’t you?”

“I’m okay. We’re okay.” you chuckled, “ Seunghyun actually found us a pretty nice place to stay for the evening. We’ll start heading back in the morning after the storm passes and we’ve gotten some sleep.”

“This sucks.” you could hear the sound of his bed groaning beneath him.

“Have you eaten yet?” You frowned. “You can’t go to bed if you haven’t had something for dinner. Just because I’m not there doesn’t mean you don’t have to take care of yourself.”

“I love you too.” The smile in his tone was clear. Jiyong was always giving you the impression no one had cared for him like you did or let him care for them the way he liked to with you. “And I promise I’ll eat something before I go to sleep. It’s been a long day of worrying, I just wanted to rest for a minute.”

“How was drinks?”

He groaned with more enthusiasm than his mattress, not really wanting to talk about it, not really caring. “It was work. It was fine. They accepted the proposal. Legal is looking over it now and they’ll sign the paperwork on Monday.”

“Baby, that’s so great!” He only hummed across the line, “So why do you sound miserable.”

“I miss you. You’re one of my best friends, you know that? I just get so bored when you’re not around. And the bed is so big and empty, I can’t sleep without you...” he complained.

“It’s only one night.” You laughed. “How did you manage to survive before me?”

“I’m not sure I even existed before you. Not the way I do now.”

You blushed as you leaned back against the pillows. “Why are you like that?”

“Like what?”

“So sweet. So romantic, and caring. And cheesy, god you’re so cheesy.” Sighing you tried to picture how handsome he would look like right now. “And perfect.”

He laughed at that. A big belly laugh like it was the funniest thing he’d heard all week. You could perfectly picture his gleaming, gummy smile brightening the whole room.

“I’m not perfect. I’m only like this because it’s you.” He admitted, “And that’s not just a line. I’ve never been like this with anyone. You can ask all my exes. I’m pretty sure they’ll all say the same thing. I was an absentee boyfriend that was never around and only cared about himself and his work.”

“Impossible. There’s no way that was you.”

“It is. I know because it’s what they all yelled in my face when they broke up with me.” Jiyong laughed but not in the same way he had before. This was sadder.

“Then what? You met me and your whole world changed and you became the man you were always meant to be?” You joked.

“Yep. That’s exactly what happened.” In contrast there wasn’t a hint of humor in his tone. “The moment I saw you sitting in our offices, I knew I had to know you. And every new thing I learn about you, that makes me love you more, is just proof that I was right.”

“I love you.” You sighed desperately into the phone. “Go eat, okay?”

“Okay. You eat too, I know you haven’t since lunch.” The sound of the bed moving beneath him made you smile, knowing he really would take care of himself. “Call me in the morning before you guys hit the road. I love you, y/n, good night.”

“Good night.”

When the call ended you were a little pouty but you plugged your phone in to charge and went to join Seunghyun in the kitchen, except he wasn’t there. It didn’t take you but a moment to find him. The light colored shirt you’d let him borrow was bright in the pitchblack dark of the sky and you could see him pacing the balcony. The orange cherry of his cigarette was clear too as it moved from his mouth to his hip and then back again as he paced so you didn’t even have to wonder why he was outside in the cold. There were two glasses of wine on the table and two surprisingly delicious looking sandwiches considering where it’s components came from. You sat down at one of the seats and waited, but not too long.

“These look great.” you smiled over at him as he clicked the door shut behind him and shivered.

“It’s the bread. Good bread can make a sandwich and they had surpassingly good bread in that little shop.” He shrugged, taking the seat across from you. “The wine has been aerating for a bit, it won’t make that much of a difference in the quality but if you give it a good swirl it should taste just fine.”

“I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

The room was quiet around you as the two of you ate, just the subtle crackling coming from the fireplace and the occasional roll of thunder outside from the storm. It wasn’t uncomfortable. Silence with Seunghyun was never uncomfortable. He’d even finished before you and sat quietly, patiently, sipping his wine as you polished off the last of your sandwich. When you were done he cleaned up the plates and brought them to the kitchen before bringing over a new bottle of wine.

“There’s games.” he said almost too casually, as he stood in front of the chair he’d been sitting in previously. “If you want to play. Just seems a little too early for bed.”

You’d agreed and the two of you moved over to the coffee table. Drinking through another bottle and a half of wine you played a couple rounds of UNO, and three rounds of checkers. Growing tired and a little drunk, you had started playing through the slowest round of slap jack in the history of the game. Both of you were sitting on the couch. Seunghyun with his legs up on the coffee table and you turned towards him, cross-legged, as you played on the cushion between the two of you. Enough time had passed and you had enough wine in your system that you couldn’t hold in your thoughts as well as you should have.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked, the nervousness clear on your face, as you dropped another king card down on the pile.

“Sure.” He put down the two of hearts.

“A couple of months ago...” You hesitated, “You were there, weren’t you? In the office that night?”

“Oh.” Unable to look at you he looked down at the pile of cards, embarrassed. “I was. Yeah, I’m sorry. I wasn’t going to mention it. Honestly, I hoped you hadn’t seen me.”

“I want you to know I would have never done it if I’d known anyone was there.” You gulped, as he leaned forward and grabbed his wine, “I’m so sorry, Tabi. I would never do anything to make things weird between us. I would have absolutely never done that if I’d known you were there. Jiyong was so certain we were alone.”

“I’m sure he was.” He scoffed into his glass. “I’ve known Ji for a long time now, it’s not the first time that’s happened. He loves to rub salt in the wound. Anyway, don’t worry about it. It’s old news.”

“What does that mean?” You asked, confused by his statement. “You think he did it on purpose?”

“Doesn’t matter.” he said and put down a jack card without even realizing it.

You placed your hand down on the pile and pulled it towards yourself. “I’m still sorry.”

“Forget it. Seriously.” He said and pushed himself off the couch, dropping his remaining cards on the cushion. “Let’s do something else.”

Grabbing his cards you shuffled them in with the pile in your hand and then dropped them on the coffee table before grabbing your drink to finish off the inch left in your glass. Then you leaned back against the couch and watched Seunghyun move around, looking at the shelves. Books, games, music, and even little trinkets. It made the cabin feel more like a cozy home than an unpersonalized hotel room. He moved over to the ancient walnut stand up radio in the corner and messed with the knobs until there was a crackling from the speakers and then music filled the room.

“Does it ever bother you that people think we’re together because we’re so close?” Seunghyun asked, not even turning to look at you, just keeping his eye on the radio.

“No,” you grinned as you thought about it.

It was true, people were always misinterpreting your relationship with Seunghyun. Even since the beginning you were very close with him. The three of you went to events together so often that people made suggestions about you being a thrupple. And Jiyong was such a social butterfly that he’d leave you and Seunghyun to entertain one another. There had been so many pictures of just the two of you that people weren’t sure who was dating who.

You’d always suspected it was a big part of why Jiyong had wanted to make the two of you official so quickly. Jiyong had been with a number of women, you’d read about all of them in your research of him, but he never referred to them as his girlfriends. Not publicly anyway. That’s why it had surprised you when he asked if you would be comfortable with him telling people about you after just a couple of months.

“I think it’s funny.” you continued, “Ji hates it. He loathes it. Always correcting people, and calling magazines for redactions.”

“Pretty soon he won’t want you talking to me.”

“That’ll be really sad for him, because it’s never happening.” You shrugged. “You’re just as much my friend as you are his.”

“I know.” Finally he stood up and turned towards you, leaning back against the radio.

“Do you want to know something funny?” You asked with a blush that was half from the wine and half from the embarrassing confession hanging off your tongue.

“Always.”

“When we first met I had a thing for you. A big thing. Huge, actually.” You admitted. “I hoped for a long time that it was gonna be me and you. Not me and Jiyong.”

“You never said anything.” He pouted thoughtfully, “You didn’t even really start talking to me until you and Jiyong made it official. Not anything deep anyway, not the way we talk now.”

“I don’t know if you know this Tabi, but you tend to be very…intimidating.” You laughed but neither of you really thought it was funny. “I was scared. I just wanted you to like me so bad that I could barely talk to you. I didn’t want to embarrass myself or make you hate me any more than I already assumed you did. So I said nothing and then Ji and I got together and all the pressure was gone and I wasn't nervous around you anymore.”

“I liked you.” He confessed, “That first interview. I thought you were beautiful and you were funny…smart. I liked you so much.”

“I thought you hated me.” You said with another huff of a laugh at the irony. “Especially because of the coffee.”

“No, I didn’t give a shit about the coffee. I just,” he sighed, “I’ve been burned really bad before. It takes a lot for me to trust people, to open up to them. I- I always move too slow.”

“Imagine if either one of us was any good at communication.” you muttered sourly.

“Sure, we’d be great but, you’re happy now.” he said pushing himself forward, “Aren’t you? You and Ji, you guys always seem happy.”

“We are!” you said suddenly, “I don’t know why I said it like that. I'm very happy. I love Jiyong, please don’t get me wrong. It’s not what I meant. I just wonder sometimes.”

With a soft sigh he held out his hand and you grabbed it with no question. He pulled you to your feet and wrapped his arm around your waist, moving you slowly across the open floor in a slow dance to the music.

“If you’re happy then there’s really no need to wonder about it.” he was quiet, “You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”

You fit so differently in Seunghyun’s arms than you did in Jiyong’s. You knew that already. This wasn’t the first time the two of you had danced. It wasn’t the first time he’d held you. Even still you couldn’t help but think about it every time you found yourself in his arms. In many ways it was the same. It was warm and you felt safe and you felt inexplicably cared for and loved. But Seunghyun’s heat was different from Jiyong’s. It was somehow always intentional.

Sometimes with Jiyong he could touch you and you would find yourself in an immediate frenzy. You could just look at him and he would look at you and both of you would just know you were sharing a need to be together. Other times it was a subtle, lazy warmth that moved over you slowly. His skin would press against yours in a hug or he hold your hand, or your legs would bump together under the sheets as you tucked in for bed and you didn’t need anything else. It was so comfortable, you could just enjoy the radiating warmth of his body against yours. Like sitting out by a bonfire at the beach.

With Seunghyun the heat was always the same, it was like being engulfed in flames. Even if you didn’t say anything or look at each other there was an unspoken desire pulsing through your body into his and back again. Feeding off one another until it was just a raging forest fire. You used to think it was just you but after his confession you couldn’t help but wonder if it had really been both of you all along.

“Can I ask you something else?” You asked quietly, head resting on his shoulder as the two of you swayed.

“Go ahead.”

“When you saw me, when I was naked, you looked,” you sighed, “bored? Like I wasn’t anything special. I guess I was just wondering, do you think I’m ugly?”

Seunghyun scoffed in disbelief but he didn’t respond right away. The two of you kept dancing and after a moment he asked, “How would you have wanted me to react? I’d caught one of my very best friends fucking his girlfriend, who also happens to be a very good friend, over his desk in the office we do business. What was I supposed to do?”

“I don’t know. I just…I thought it would be different.”

“What do you want from me?” He asked, finally getting to the question he’d been most curious about. “What can I do to make you feel better about yourself? Do you want to hear how fucking gorgeous I think you are? That I think about you constantly and have since well before that night? That I can barely close my eyes now without seeing the face you make when you cum. Do you want me to wish you were with me instead of him? Do you want me to wish that it was me fucking you? Should I confess how I’m in love with you and it makes me feel pathetic every single day? It won’t change anything. Trust me, I've been wishing for those things for almost a year now. It doesn’t make a difference.”

The two of you had stopped dancing but he was still holding you and you still held onto him. You didn’t know what to say. It was like he’d confessed all the things you’d wished you’d heard from him, but there still wasn’t anything to be done about it because he said them far too late.

“Yes.” You admitted, “Yes, that’s what I wanted to hear.”

He finally stepped back then and looked down at you, “That’s fucked up, y/n.”

You nodded in agreement, “I know. You wake up and feel pathetic for wanting to be with me? I wake up almost every day feeling like absolute shit. I feel disgusted with myself all the time. I can’t stop. I try, I’ll be okay, and then I see you and I just…sometimes it feels like you want me too. And when it happens I can’t help but want you in ways that I should never even think about.”

Despite the conversation neither of you had let the other go. Seunghyun’s arms were so steadily around you that you were certain he had no immediate intention of letting you go at all. The thought had you terrified and excited all at once. And then quickly sick to your stomach because you knew it was wrong. All of this was wrong.

“I flirt with you.” Seunghyun confessed quietly after a minute had passed.

“What?”

“I flirt with you. Sometimes I flirt with you and I can see it on your face. Like you’re unsure if what you think I’m doing is what I’m doing. It is.” His fingers moved over your hip and you were overly aware of them, “The little touches here and there. The things I say that teeter over into inappropriate. The looks I give you that make you rub your thighs together.”

“Why?”your heart was racing faster with every word.

“Because I’m an asshole and I want you.” He whispered. He leaned down, his lips brushing soft against your temple as he spoke. “I want you to want me back. I want to give you that feeling deep in your gut that makes you feel like you’ll never be truly satisfied until you’ve had a taste of me because that’s the feeling I get every time I look at you.”

You felt faint in his arms. Weak in the knees as he told you all the words you’d been waiting to hear for the last ten months. Here it was, being handed to you on a silver platter and all you could think about was how badly what was happening right now would hurt Jiyong.

“Fuck.” you muttered as you stared at the gulp that moved down Seunghyun’s throat.

“Let me kiss you.” He said dropping down just a little further. He was right there, this was it.

But you shook your head and stepped back, finally collecting the strength. Finally, when you should have done it minutes ago. Finally, when it should have been much easier for you to walk away.

“I can’t.”

“I know”.

“I’m so sorry. I feel like this is my fault. I feel like I led you on. And I swear I didn’t mean to. And I swear if it was anyone other than Ji… But I really love him.”

“It’s okay.” He assured you, “I get it. I love him too.”

Seunghyun finally dropped his arms from your body and moved over to the counter, you watched as he swallowed down the rest of the last opened bottle of wine. He didn’t look back at you and you were pretty grateful to him for it.

“I’m gonna go to bed.” You said quietly, “It’s been a really long night.”

“Sleep well.” Seunghyun nodded, and reached for his pack of cigarettes. He still didn’t look at you as he turned and went to the balcony.

In the bedroom you laid on your back in the dark and stared up at the ceiling. At some point you’d heard Seunghyun come back in from the balcony. And you heard him move around the living room of the cabin. He used the restroom and then finally settled. You assumed he was on the couch, maybe trying to sleep. Maybe thinking about you.

Avoiding thinking about what had happened you tried to decide whether or not you liked the exposed beams aesthetic of the cabin. You thought about what the natural wood ceiling would look like painted cream or even a slate gray. You thought about the faded, floral bedding and wished it was a solid white or even a nice flannel pattern. When you had completely redecorated the room in your head you tried to focus on the sounds outside. The storm raged on for at least another hour before the pounding sound of rain softened to something else. Calming.

You were about to finally close your eyes and sleep but instead you sat up with a sigh. Sitting on the edge of the bed you turned on the bedside lamp. You couldn’t sleep knowing things were so strained between you and Seunghyun. You pushed yourself off the mattress and went over to the door. When you opened it you could see his lengthy body struggle to get comfortable on the couch that was far too small for him to be sleeping on.

“Why don’t you just come and sleep on the bed?” you asked.

He turned to look at you as if he was surprised, as if he hadn’t noticed the stream of light from the bedroom door slicing through the living room.

“Oh, no I’m okay.”

“Don’t be stupid, Seunghyun. We’re two grown adults. Surely we can share a bed together.” you rolled your eyes and moved back to the bed, leaving the door open.

You tucked yourself under the blanket and waited for him to come in. It felt like it was taking a lifetime but he finally came into the room and walked around to the other side of the bed. When he slipped under the blankets you leaned over and turned off the light.

“Are we okay? Or what?” You asked into the dark. “I can’t stand for things to be weird between us.”

“We’re okay.”

You didn’t know why hearing his voice had surprised you the way it did. You’d asked him a question of course he was bound to answer. Still his voice was so deep and smooth that made the hair on your arms stand straight up.

“Everything can just go back to normal then?” You gulped.

“If it’s what you want.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” You asked, turning your body towards his.

“I don’t know how to say it any clearer. If you want everything to go back to normal then everything will go back to normal.”

“It kind of gives off the impression that I have any other option. It makes me think you might not want it to.”

He was staring up at the ceiling, his arms crossed over his stomach. After a few seconds he sighed and said, “It doesn’t really matter what I want.”

“Yes it does. Of course it matters.”

“No, it doesn’t.” He said with a sense of finality. “For you there is only one option. The option is to go back to how it was before and forget everything either of us confessed.”

“Seunghyun.”

“Go to bed, Y/n. I’ll get over it. Everything will be just like you want it to be.”

You didn’t move to lie on your back. You stayed facing Seunghyun. The whole conversation played through your head over and over. It was supposed to have cleared things up but only left you feeling even more confused than before. What was he telling you? That he wanted you to be with him instead of Jiyong? He wanted you to be with him despite Jiyong?

At some point Seunghyun turned towards you, he was still wide awake too. It was only the silhouette of him in front of you, but you couldn’t look away. Every once in a while the storm clouds would clear up enough that the room filled with the soft glow of the moon. In those moments you could see his face and he could see yours. The two of you would just stare at one another until another cloud would smother the light.

A long while passed, maybe an entire hour, and that’s how you stayed. Both of you. Neither looking away, neither of you actually going to sleep. The air felt so thick with feelings and unspoken words. Conversations you knew you shouldn’t and couldn’t have with him despite how much you’d wanted to.

Not entirely sure what his plan was, Seunghyun moved his hand across the mattress. He stopped it about halfway between the two of you and waited. He wanted to give you the choice. The decision was yours to take it further or leave it like it was. After a minute you moved your hand to his and watched his hand take yours over. His fingers slipping between your fingers. His skin was so soft and warm against yours.

Your heart was pounding in your head and in your ears so hard you couldn't hear your thoughts. Not really sure what you were doing or what it would mean, you looked up from your linked hands to Seunghyun and waited until his eyes met yours.

“Kiss me.”

His body already made a move to be closer to you before he was able to get out, “Are you sure?”

You nodded and leaned yourself forward to be closer to him as well. He lifted his hand up and curled his fingers around the base of your neck. He stayed still for a moment. His forehead pressed against yours, the tips of your noses brushing against one another. One last minute reminder that once this was done he couldn’t take it back.

Then there it was. His lips against yours. The first one was just a taste. A little test to see how you both felt about it. Both of your mouths still tasted like wine. Your eyes were closed and you were immediately ready for this to last much longer. The little expectant noise that left your lips let him know as much. With little effort your body was pressed against his and your hand was moving over his hip.

He kept his hand cradling your head as he pressed his lips to yours again, harder. Your teeth tugged gently on his bottom lip, pulling him back in everytime he pulled away. His wet pink tongue brushed along your lip and you opened your mouth for him. It should have concerned you then, just how willing you were to give him everything.

You couldn’t be sure how long the kiss actually lasted but when he finally pulled away for good both of you were panting lightly, a little breathless. He hovered over you for another moment, long enough to push a few of your hairs back into place and to leave a sweet kiss against your forehead with his swollen lips. Then he laid down beside you. On his back, staring up at the ceiling. Neither of you said anything after that, you just went to sleep.

A phone ringing woke you up. It wasn’t your cell phone though it was a regular old phone which left you feeling a little confused and displaced. The room you were in was bright and you hadn’t even opened your eyes yet. Then you heard Seunghyun answer the phone and realized where you were. Very soon after you remembered what you’d done. Your eyes flew open and you sat up on the bed. The door to the bedroom was closed but you could hear Seunghyun pacing along the creaky floorboards. Getting out of the bed you snuck over to the door to listen to what he was saying.

“Okay, well what does that mean for us?” He asked and waited, “Is there a time frame?…That’s a joke you must be joking... Why is there only one?? Doesn’t anyone have a fucking snow shovel or something to dig us out?…No, I apologize, I know it’s not your fault. Surely, you can understand where my frustration is coming from? This wasn’t a planned trip for us we intended on going home today….Right. Right. I get it. I appreciate the generosity.”

As he kept talking you walked over to the sliding glass door that opened to the patio and pulled the white curtain back. Your mouth fell open at the sight. At some point during the night the rain turned to snow. Outside there was nothing visible but a blanket of pure white snow covering everything. It sparkled under the sunlight. With a shiver you pulled the curtain back into place.

When you got back to the door the living room was quiet. It sounded like the call was over. Keeping the sweater you were wearing on, you pulled on your jeans from the day before. Thinking ahead you’d laid them out by the heater so they were dry and warm. When you opened the door to the living room Seunghyun was making his way back in from the deck having just finished a quick cigarette.

“Hey.” You offered quietly as he looked over at you.

“Hey.” He nodded towards the kitchen. “There’s coffee.”

“Cool.”

You made your way to the kitchen and found a mug. Looking up into the living room you watched Seunghyun stand in front of the bookshelf awkwardly, pretending to read the titles of the books it had to offer. Moving around the corner you stood uncomfortably as well, not sure what you should say or if you should say anything at all.

“Um.” You finally cleared your throat, “I should call Jiyong. When should I say we’ll be heading home?”

Seunghyun nodded. “Yeah, um, that’s a…that’s currently an unanswerable question.”

You just looked at him, not sure what he was talking about. He walked over to the front door of the cabin and opened it wide to show a wall of snow.

“Don’t panic or anything.” He said closing the door. “There are people coming to help clear out the snow so that we’re not trapped. However… those people are waiting for the roads to be cleared because they are blocked with snow.”

“Okay.”

“And there’s only one snowplow up here. The nice woman at the front desk has advised us to sit back and relax because it’s going to be a while. It might not be until tomorrow morning until they get to us. Plus side is that we won’t be charged for however much longer we’re stuck in the room.”

“What?” You asked breathlessly. “We’re stuck here until tomorrow?”

Seunghyun nodded slowly, “We have enough coffee and food to last us. Looks like our past impulsive shopping selves really saved us there.”

“I mean…” you sighed, “What can we really do?”

“Exactly.”

“I’m gonna call Jiyong.” You said again.

Seunghyun nodded and sat down at the dining table with his coffee. You went back into the room to grab your phone and then slipped on your shoes before going out onto the covered deck.

“Hey baby.” His voice was somber as soon as he answered and you assumed Seunghyun had already given him the news.

“Hi.” You attempted something cheery but it felt too fake.

“Tabi texted me about the situation.”

“I figured he had by how miserable you sound right now.”

“Unhhhh,” he groaned, “I really don’t like this.”

“Me neither.”

Jiyong sighed, defeated by the situation, “I swear I’m ready to hire a snow plow for an hour just to get you back to me.”

“Well, I guess they promised we’d be able to leave by tomorrow. We can survive one more night apart, right?

“We could.” He agreed, “Or I could buy a helicopter, and drop out of the sky to pluck you out of your snow prison. I could probably have a helicopter on standby in about thirty minutes.”

You let a little laugh escape but part of you wished he would. Especially now, after hearing his voice. You felt so overwhelmed with guilt. There was something wrong with you, there had to be, because it was so obvious to you how much you loved him.

“Always with the dramatics.” You said quietly, you could feel yourself on the verge of tears. “I miss you, Ji.”

“You okay, baby?” He asked, “You sound really upset.”

You sighed, not really sure how to respond, Oh, I just kissed your best friend so I’m feeling pretty guilty right now, “I’ll be fine. Hearing your voice just… I don’t know. I know I laughed at you last night but being away from you is harder than I expected. It hasn’t even been a full day. What did you do to me?”

“Next time you’ll take me more seriously.”

“Yeah,” you scoffed lightly, “Or maybe we can make sure there’s not a next time? You go wherever I go, I’ll go wherever you go. Deal?”

“Deal.”

“Hey, when I get home you could hold me for a while, yeah? We could turn on some music or put on a movie and you could wrap your arms around me. Everything could be okay again. Sound good?”

“Alright that’s it, I’m getting the helicopter, find your way to the roof. I’m on the way. We’ll be snuggled up on the couch in an hour.”

Finally you laughed again, genuinely this time, “I really love you so much. I hope you know that.”

“I really love you too, beautiful.” He hummed as he tried to think of a way to make things better, “It’ll be okay. Today is going to go by so fast and then tomorrow morning will feel like nothing. Then it’s just me and you. And you know what, I’m thinking…I’ll take Monday off. Tomorrow afternoon won’t be enough.”

“You make it sound so easy. And amazing.” You admitted, “Actually, I could probably spend the day writing my piece on Kihyun. If I have it done by tomorrow then I can take Monday off with you. What do you think?”

“I think you’re a genius.” You could hear the smile on his face. “Well I’ll let you get to work then, you have an article to write and I have to restock the snack cabinet for our movie marathon.”

“What are we marathoning?”

“Anything, doesn’t matter.”

“You’re a good man, Kwon Jiyong.”

“And you’re an even better woman.” He chuckled, “Love you.”

“I love you, I’ll call you tonight and check in.”

When you went back inside Seunghyun wasn’t in the room, which you were grateful for, and the bathroom door was closed so you made your assumption. To avoid any awkward tension you topped off your coffee mug and grabbed a yogurt from the fridge before shutting yourself into the bedroom.

Several hours passed without a word between the two of you. You stayed in the room, working on your profile on Kihyun, and Seunghyun stayed in the living room. At some point he turned the radio on, a light jazzy compilation of songs played behind the door. You didn’t mind it so you didn’t complain. Every once in a while your cup would be empty or the coffee had gone cold so you’d peek out the door. Whenever Seunghyun wasn’t in the living room, whether he was in the bathroom or outside, you’d run to the kitchen for a refill and to grab another snack.

It wasn’t until well into the afternoon that Seunghyun finally came into the room unannounced. You looked up from your laptop in surprise.

“Hiding from me in here is just making things weirder between us.” He said as he leaned against the doorframe. “You realize that don’t you?”

“I’m not hiding.” You nodded down to your laptop, “I'm just trying to finish what work I can with all this free time.”

“Which is why you wait until I’m in the bathroom to sneak into the kitchen for coffee and snacks?” He grinned, looking over your shoulder at the half eaten back of chips and empty yogurt containers on the nightstand. “You really thought I didn’t notice? That I actually use the bathroom every hour on the hour, conveniently just after I’ve made a fresh pot of coffee and wasn’t just doing it for you.”

“Okay, yes. Maybe I have been reluctant to join you in the living room, but I really am getting a lot of work done! And I just figured it would be the easiest way for us to avoid any residual tension.”

“Listen, I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable last night. I don’t want you to feel unsafe with me. I won’t try anything like that ever again. It was a one time mistake, I promise.”

“It’s not that I feel unsafe.” You assured him. A large part of you was relieved that he even still wanted to be around you. “How about after I finish this piece and submit it to my editor, I come out and kick your ass at checkers again?”

“That sounds great. Maybe you’ll let me make you a real meal.” Seunghyun suggested. “And if I promise to be quiet out here will you at least agree to leave the door open? It’s horribly stuffy and cold in this room.”

“All of that sounds great, but now that I’m not avoiding you and the living room, what I’d really like to do is pee.” You said tossing your laptop to the side and jumping off the bed. Seunghyun just laughed as you sped past him.

When you finished in the restroom you felt relieved on every level. Back in the living room Seunghyun was sitting in a chair near the window with a book in hand. He didn’t say anything as you made your way back to the bedroom but it was back to that comfortable silence you were familiar with instead of the awkward kind of silence you hated

In the bedroom you found that Seunghyun had cleaned up your contraband snack mess and left out one of his beautiful looking sandwiches with a glass of ice and a bottle of sparkling water. He’d also made the bed and plugged in your computer while you were indisposed. You didn’t know how he’d gotten so much done when all you’d done was quickly use the restroom, washed your face, and combed your fingers through your hair until it looked presentable. Though part of you did suspect he’d already had the sandwich made before he’d come in before.

“Thank you!” You called out to him through the open door as you sat back down on the bed and pulled your laptop over.

“You’re welcome.” He called back a definite hint of amusement in his voice.

After finally consuming something other than straight caffeine your productivity levels exceeded what they’d been before and you were completely finished with your piece on Kihyun after another hour and a half. You felt so lively off your successful weekend that you joined Seunghyun in the living room with more enthusiasm than he had expected from you.

For the rest of the afternoon the two of you played through the entire collection of board and card games that were available to you. You ate through all the snacks and drank through almost all of the coffee and tea. You only saved some knowing that you’d need it for the morning. Neither one of you said a single word about the kiss you shared. And as the afternoon turned into the evening you became more and more certain that neither of you would.

When dinner time rolled around you sat at the counter that separated the kitchen and the living room and watched as Seunghyun played a round of Chopped. Using only the ingredients you had left from your binge shopping the previous night he had to improv a meal for the two of you. He did an amazing job. You allowed him the use of the Christmas tree shaped pasta you’d bought for the white elephant gift exchange you knew you’d be having at work. And to top that he made a delicious white wine sauce with bacon that you’d gotten for breakfast and hadn’t been used.

The two of you ate at the table and shared the wine that wasn’t used for the sauce, plus another bottle on top of that. Afterwards while you cleaned the dishes from dinner Seunghyun set another fire in the fireplace and put a record on. When you were done in the kitchen the two of you sat on the couch together just drinking wine, enjoying the music, and watching the fire.

It was too quiet in the room. Despite everything there still wasn’t enough to distract you and your mind wandered. Little flashbacks to moments from the kiss you shared. His fingers on your neck, his skin under your hand. You thought about the way his body looked when he’d tossed his soaked shirt on the ground. You thought again and again about the way he’d looked at you that night in the office until you finally realized he hadn’t been bored when he looked at you, he was tortured.

“I need to ask you a favor.” You said quietly, still staring at the fireplace. You weren’t sure you’d be able to get it out if you actually looked at him.

“I can’t promise I can fulfill your request but you can always ask.”

“Will you kiss me again?”

Seunghyun looked over at the wine bottle on the table that he’d brought over after dinner. It was only half empty but he had to ask. “Are you drunk?”

You shook your head as your eyes moved over to his lips, “Are you?”

“No.”

“I know it’s not really fair for me to ask but, please?” Your chest was aching with a desire for him that you couldn’t stand any longer. “I can’t stop thinking about it. It’s driving me crazy. I shouldn’t want you like this and I know you’ll think less of me and I deserve that but I-”

Your rant was silenced by his mouth on yours. He’d leaned over the space between you and your face was in his hands. There it was again, the flame from last night burning brighter than ever. He leaned you back against the couch, kneeling on the cushion between your legs. You should have said something, pushed him away. Instead you just moaned into his mouth and gripped his hips to pull him closer.

“Does that feel good?” He asked, pulling back only once his lips were sore. You assumed he meant the fact that you’d been grinding against his thigh just trying to get relief.

“Yes.” You gasped and he ran his tongue along your lip.

“Let me make you feel even better.”

He dipped his tongue into your mouth and after that it was a blur of hands and lips. Your fingers dug into his hair securing his head so that his mouth was trapped against yours, not that he’d showed any sign of trying to escape you. Rather than continue hovering over you, Seunghyun let his body mold itself against yours on the couch and one of his hands found the waistband of your jeans. He flicked the button open and pulled down the zipper while you continued on kissing him mindlessly.

When his fingers slid along your wet sex your head fell back with a moan. Seunghyun took the chance to latch his mouth to the skin of your stretched out throat.

“God you’re so fucking hot, y/n.” He muttered against your ear, his fingers easing their way inside of you. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”

“You feel so good.” You groaned back arching.

Your hands that had gone momentarily limp at your sides had found their strength once more and you held his face in your palms. He kissed you again, pulling your lip between his teeth. You rolled your hips up to meet him. His fingers felt amazing. His fingers that pumped in and out of you while his thumb circled your soaked clit. He kept going until your thighs were shaking.

“You’re gonna make me cum.” You whimpered, your body wiggling beneath him in anticipation. “Shit! Oh shit! Ohhhh Seunghyun…”

He kept his hand where it was, fingers curling softly as you came down from your orgasm. His forehead pressed against yours and in that moment it was everything you’d been fantasizing about. He removed his hand from between your thighs and gripped your hip, pulling you into him. You could feel his erection against your thigh as the two of you kissed and you closed your eyes.

The satisfaction, the bliss, only lasted a minute before realization laced with guilt washed over you. When you opened your eyes it was overwhelming. You pulled away from him, rolling awkwardly onto the floor beside the couch. You stared up at a very confused Seunghyun as you realized you weren’t breathing and gasped.

“Oh my god.” Your hand moved up to cover your mouth. “What did I do? Why would I let that happen?”

“Hey, it’s okay.” Seunghyun said quietly, placing a hand on your shoulder to comfort you.

“Don’t.” You shrugged him off. “I’m sorry. Please don’t touch me, I need a minute. I’m so sorry, Seunghyun. I’m sorry. I can’t.”

“Okay. Alright.” He nodded, “Just tell me what you need from me.”

“I need to be alone. I’m not thinking straight, I need to think.” You pushed yourself up off of the ground and to your feet. “I’m gonna use the restroom. I need a minute.”

Alone in the bathroom the heft of what you’d done weighed down heavier than ever. And you’d thought the kiss had left you feeling ill. You’d felt so good one minute and so confused the next. You couldn’t take the roller coaster much longer. And the worst part was that even the guilt couldn’t stop you from still wanting more.

“Are you okay?” Seunghyun asked, standing up from the couch, his hands twisted together in front of him, when you finally re-emerged from the restroom after cleaning yourself up.

“Yeah, I’m better.” You were so embarrassed, so ashamed of what you’d done and how horribly you’d reacted. Seunghyun was still being supportive, and you didn’t think you deserved it truthfully. “I’m sorry. I don’t want you to feel like I used you on purpose. I had thought about- wanted to…reciprocate. It hit me, you know?“

“It’s fine.” He shrugged, stepped a bit closer “I get it. I didn’t mean to push you too far. I’ve wanted you for so long and I couldn’t stop myself. And if that moment is all I get with you then so be it. It was worth it.”

“You didn’t push me.” He was so close now all you had to do was lift your hands for them to be able to grip his hips so you did.

Lifting his own hand his fingers moved across your cheek, and you rested your face in his palm. His large, soft palm. You closed your eyes and eased the hands at his hips around his waist and he stepped forward, that single step left between you. It was so quick. And then there you were again, wrapped up in his arms with your head against his shoulder. You inhaled the scent of him and it sent a shock through your body.

“I have to walk away from you.” You muttered into his neck. “I’m gonna go to bed before I do something worse.”

When you leaned back to look at him, his eyes were so sad. Both of you gulped at the same time.

“It’s probably for the best.” He nodded.

Lying in bed you stared at the ceiling but your mind was jam packed with images from just a little while before. The panting and the kissing. His hands, all over you. His fingers, buried inside of you. The way he smelled and the taste he left on your lips. You’d gone more than far enough with him and yet selfishly you wanted to keep going. You had to know the rest. You had to know all of him.

You’d told yourself the kiss would cure you of your desire but it had only made things worse…and now this. Still there was a voice at the back of your head that swore to you, if you just went all the way then you would know and you wouldn’t wonder anymore. After that you could let this go.

In the dark you slipped out of bed and moved over to the door of the bedroom. You opened the door just a little, just to peek. Seunghyun had folded himself up to fit the couch.

“Tabi…” you whispered into the dark. Just the dim light from the moon outside was shining on him. You weren’t sure if he was awake or not at least until his head popped up.

“Everything okay?” He asked with genuine concern.

You nodded. You weren’t sure how to tell him what you wanted. It was so wrong you didn’t even want to say it out loud. Everything about this was so horribly wrong but you couldn’t stop yourself. You felt somewhere in between completely disgusted with yourself and not caring because all you knew now was your insatiable need for him.

You gave him a look, sad and longing, teeth pulling at your lip. It was just a look, no words were spoken. It was all he needed anyway. Then you moved back into the room and slipped into bed. For a minute you weren’t sure if the look had worked the way you thought it had.

You wondered if he regretted what you’d done more than you. If he thought you were disgusting and wanted nothing to do with you. Then you heard the shuffling of his feet at the door and sighed a breath of relief. You watched his silhouette move across the room to the other side of the bed. He got in slowly, unsure how close you really wanted him.

Watching his eyes as they latched onto your mouth, you moved your hand to his sharp jaw. Your palm moved over the warmth of his skin. Along his cheek and into his soft hair. He moved his own hand to the small of your back.

“What are you thinking about?” He whispered.

“The way your lips felt earlier.”

He hummed thoughtfully, “Just my lips?”

“And maybe your hands too.” You blushed. “I know you said that we didn’t need to go any further but, what if I wanted to?”

You could feel his jaw tighten under the palm of your hand. “Whatever we do going forward, it has to be your choice. All you have to do is tell me what you want.”

“I want,” you dragged your fingers down his neck and over his chest, “I want you.”

“Are you sure?”

“I love Jiyong, but I’ve wanted to be with you for so long it’s becoming unbearable and I just think…”

“The best way to get over someone is to get under them?”

“I don’t think that’s the saying.” You laughed.

“I agree. I think we should…get it over with. We can leave this cabin with our friendship intact. Better even, renewed.”

“Perfect, it’s a plan.”

“Should we…kiss first?”

“Actually, I think I still owe you for earlier, yeah?”

“You don’t have to but I also would not complain.”

With a small smile you moved yourself under the sheets and down the bed, settling yourself between his legs. Your fingers moved along the strip of skin that was exposed between his pajama pants and the shirt he wore. You could feel the muscles in his abdomen tighten at your touch. You slipped your fingers into the waistband of the pants and tugged. He lifted his hips to make it easier for you to drag his clothes off, leaving them in a pile at his feet. While you undressed him from the waist down he pulled his shirt off.

As he laid still and naked beneath you, your hands trailed back up his ankles, over his bare calves, and gripped his thighs. Under the sheets you were blind as a bat, but your hands found his stiff cock easily. You closed your eyes as you moved your hand over the soft skin. Teasing him with your fingernails, cupping him, squeezing him. Eyes still closed you could imagine just how pretty his dick probably was as you worked him your hand, piecing it together in your mind. Thick shaft, pretty, throbbing head. Your mouth was watering.

From under the sheets you could hear him release a satisfied hiss as you finally wrapped your mouth around him. The taste of salty precum and skin covered your tongue. One of Seunghyun’s hands moved under the sheet and rested on the top of your head. Apparently you were doing fine on your own since he didn’t force anything, his fingers just curled into your hair and held on in case you needed encouragement later on.

He was more vocal than you expected but his deep, guttural moans laced with a string of profanities only motivated you further. Cheeks hollowed, you continued to bob your head beneath the sheets. Your tongue swirled around his sensitive skin and one of your hands worked the base of his cock where your mouth couldn’t quite reach. Your other hand had stayed put on his thigh where you could feel the muscle tighten and release beneath your palm.

After a few minutes his hand curled tighter in your hair and his hips started to lift, just slightly, off the mattress to meet your mouth. You thought he was getting close, like if you had just another minute you’d be able to make him cum. But before you could he tore the sheets from his legs and from you and pulled you off of him by your hair.

You couldn’t completely imagine what a mess you looked like, but you knew it wouldn’t be very pretty. What with the knotted birds nest at the back of your head from where he’d held you and the precum and slobber dripping from your mouth.

“I could have kept going.” You said lamely, and honestly a little put out as you wiped your lips. “It was right there. Wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” he agreed and slipped off the bed, “but I also really want to fuck you and I don’t waste time getting hard again. I’m going to grab a condom from my wallet.”

“Okay.”

You sighed as you watched his silhouette leave the room. Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you thought about how Jiyong loved getting off several times when you were together. It always felt like he almost preferred all the foreplay in between to the actual sex. Though you didn’t think Seunghyun would be entirely grateful to you making the comparison so you kept it to yourself. As soon as he was back in the room, so was your head.

“Come here.” He beckoned you to the edge of the bed.

You moved over the bed and sat on your knees, looking up at him expectantly. He lifted his hand to cup the back of your head and pulled your face to his. This kiss was rougher than the others. His tongue moved in your mouth with very little intention. He was more focused on his other hand, the one he had tugging on his dick. When he was ready he pulled back and you watched him roll the condom on.

“How should we…” you asked, feeling a bit awkward. You’d become so accustomed to being with Jiyong and everything happening smoothly. He knew you and what you liked, and in return you knew him.

“What do you usually like?” Seunghyun asked, looking down at you.

“I like everything, really.” You shrugged.

“Okay,” he sat down and leaned back against the headboard. “Why don’t you come get on top?”

Without a word, just a nod, you pushed yourself up in the dark and moved your leg over his lap until you were straddling him. He gripped both of your thighs. You watched his hands move up your legs. When they were high enough he used one thumb to pull your panties to the side and the other one to run along your patient pussy.

“So wet.” He murmured, almost to himself, as he pressed his thumb inside of you.

Gripping his shoulders for balance, you held yourself up, hovering over him. He lined himself up with you and you eased yourself down on his shaft. For a moment you just sat and took it all in, adjusting to the feel of him and how different it was from what you were used to. Different but still completely satisfying.

Momentarily paralyzed you didn’t move. It was not even enough time to have blinked but it was long enough that you felt thrown from your own body with the realization that it was done. A kiss you could come back from maybe but having another man inside of you. In that moment you knew you’d made a mess. What you didn’t know, what you couldn’t have known, was that it was about to get so much worse.

“Still with me?”

Seunghyun’s voice brought you back to your body. His fingers left a tingle against your skin as he moved them along your jaw.

“I’m here.”

“We’re still good?”

You nodded, “Of course.”

He lifted hips just a little. Enough to encourage you, to remind you sex usually included a little more movement than you were providing. As your hips started to move and you really started to enjoy yourself you watched as Seunghyun visibly relaxed beneath you. He even released an actual sigh of relief. It hit you that he must have imagined you had some expectation of him or maybe he’d had been expecting more of you. All of your worries had been in a general sense that you didn’t even consider being worried about anything happening at the moment.

It also seemed you’d forgotten that you weren’t the only person in the room. All your thoughts and feelings had been about you. What you were doing. How wrong you were for doing this. What you were risking. For a while you’d forgotten that, as nonchalant as he was being, Seunghyun was invested in this too. He also had feelings, he too had something to lose.

The whole time you hadn’t even thought about whether or not the sex would actually be any good. You had only been thinking about how you wanted to have it and how it was wrong to want it. With a deep breath you decided to be present. It was too late to take back so you might as well make it worth it.

You moved your hands over his shoulders to hold the back of his neck and leaned in. It felt intimate, but not uncomfortable, to kiss him like this. His hands had been on your waist, thumbs rubbing circles on the skin of your hips. You left a little moan against his lips before pulling away.

Your hands dragged down his chest, “You have to tell me what you like, okay? I want you to feel good.”

At that he smirked, “No complaints so far. We could get this sweater off of you though, don’t you think?”

You grabbed the bottom of the sweater and pulled it over your head so that you were naked except for your underwear. Seunghyun's hands moved from your hips up your sides until they were cupped underneath your breasts. He pulled you forward, wrapping his lips around one of them. He let out a moan so animalistic your whole body seemed to react, tense with excitement. Your fingers gripped his hair as he kissed and sucked at the skin of your chest.

After several minutes he pulled back, his lips looking exceptionally pink and pillowy. Leaning back, your hands gripped his knees as you kept going, rolling your hips back and forth, around in a circle. Your head rolled back, pleased by the feeling, but you needed more.

“Touch me.” You demanded.

Seunghyun sat up from where he’d been resting against the pillows. His narrow fingers moved from your hips, over your skin. They moved up your stomach to tease your breasts and back down your sides. His hands moved up your back and pulled you forward so he could bury his face against your warm skin. He licked and nibbled at your breasts again. His mouth moved all over your skin until he found a soft spot he liked at your clavicle.

One of your arms wrapped around his shoulder, the other one still offering you leverage. After a few minutes of being suffocated by your skin he threw his head and gasped. He watched you as you rode on top of him while he caught his breath. Ending up catching his second wind he gripped your hips once more and lifted himself up.

With an exhausted gasp you fell backwards onto the mattress and let your eyes move over him. Kneeling between your legs he grabbed the elastic waistband of your panties and pulled them from your legs tossing them off the bed into the dark of the room. Then you watched as he crawled his way on top of you.

Until then you’d just been enjoying yourself but you realized from the look on his face that he was after something, though you weren’t sure what it was exactly. He tried every position he could think of and you allowed him to move you in every which way, hoping to help him find what he was looking for. Your legs over his shoulders, your legs practically over your own shoulders. On your side, on your stomach, on your back. You half worried he’d ask you to get on your head. It wasn’t bad by any means, but not knowing what he needed from you was taking you out of it.

“Am I doing something wrong?” You asked as he moved himself back into a more traditional missionary position. His whole body stilled at the question.

“Not at all.” He panted, “Am I? Is this not as good as I thought it was?”

“No!” You tried to assure him as you watched his shoulders drop. “No, Tabi. It’s great. You’re great! It just seemed like you weren’t getting what you needed.”

“I want to make you cum.” He said bluntly.

“I want you to make me cum too.” You grinned.

“Am I even close?” He asked, “You came so easy for Jiyong that night….I thought I could do it too.”

“Well sure he did but we’ve never done this before, you and I. It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

“Tell me what he would do.”

“Um, well,” You racked your brain trying to think about what Jiyong would be doing. “First off all he’d move. He’d get going on the stroke game.”

“Right.” Seunghyun nodded and slowly started to ease himself in and out of you once more. Finally, it felt like he’d remembered he knew what he was doing.

“See that feels good already. Fuck that feels really good.” You moaned and it seemed to please him. “Then he would…touch me, kiss me , he’s big on affection. It’s okay if you’re not, but it’s what he does.”

“I am not opposed to kissing you.” He laughed as he leaned in and pressed a kiss against your lips and then your cheek and your neck. He sucked gently on your skin and then murmured, “I can feel your heartbeat on my lips.”

“Oh,” you groaned against his ear, “keep fucking. Just like that. I’m gonna cum for you.”

When he moved his mouth back to yours, tongue moving between your lips to massage yours, you slipped your hand down your body. It moved all the way down your stomach until your fingers reached between your thighs. It seemed the vision of you touching yourself did more for him than either of you expected. He pulled away from the kiss and pressed his forehead into your shoulder to look down at where your bodies were colliding.

“Are you close?” He asked, his face contorting slightly, “Fuck I’m gonna cum. Are you… fuck...cummi-.”

His hips pumped into you in spurts as he came and you weren’t entirely sure what to say. He collapsed on the bed beside you. With a sigh he reached down to take the condom off. Your teeth dug into your lip as you watched him move off the bed. He walked through the cabin to the restroom where he tossed the used condom and washed off. Then he made his way back to the bed.

“You came right?” He asked. “I couldn’t stop myself.”

“Yeah,” you smiled over at him, and then waited a moment just watching his glistening chest rise and fall. “I’m gonna go wash off in the shower. I’ll be right back.”

The water took a minute to heat up. While it did you spent the time staring at yourself in the mirror, every inch of you, until the steam finally hid you away. You weren’t sure why but you expected yourself to look different. For your skin on the outside to look as diseased and disgusting as you felt inside. The worst part was that you wouldn’t take it back. You hoped now that it was done you’d be able to let it go. You’d be able to let Seunghyun and all of your unspoken desires of him fall at your feet and move on.

Truthfully you weren’t even that upset you didn’t get off. It felt like not getting your orgasm was appropriate. It was your penance for cheating on Jiyong. It was God or the universe's way of telling you what a terrible person you were and that you’d made a mistake.

You picked your phone up from the counter and pressed the green button for your favorite contact. It didn’t surprise you when he didn’t pick up.

“Hey you, I’m sure you’re asleep. Actually, I hope you’re asleep. I know we talked earlier but I just can’t stop missing you. I thought maybe it would be nice for you to wake up with a voicemail from me confessing how in love with you I am. If this weekend has taught me anything it’s that I love you more than I ever imagined. So good morning beautiful man. I love you and I can’t wait to see you later.”

Hanging up the phone you had, for the time being, satisfied the urge to be the best, most supportive, most loving girlfriend Jiyong ever knew. He could never know why but he’d benefit every day from the aching guilt boiling up inside of you.

Back in the bedroom it looked like Seunghyun had nodded off. Wrapped up in a towel, you quietly searched the dark floor for your clothes. You found the abandoned sweater and your underwear. Though wearing them seemed dirty, so you opted to just wear the shorts you’d worn the night before without them.

Once dressed you washed off your panties in the sink and laid them out by the heater before climbing into bed. You were surprised when you felt Seunghyun move behind you. His arm eased over your body, around your waist and his nose tucked into the warmth of your neck.

“What are we supposed to do now?” You muttered, cheek against the warmth of your pillow.

“I don’t know,” his voice was so low you could feel it vibrate against your back. “I don’t want to worry about it right now. We can figure it out in the morning.”

The morning came sooner than either of you would have preferred. It felt like you’d only gotten an hour or two of sleep before the sun was blasting its way through the windows and you could no longer keep your eyes shut. Seunghyun seemed to be having an easier time of it so you carefully removed yourself from the bed and went into the kitchen to make some coffee. While the liquid magic began to brew you went back in the room to grab your phone off the charger and your clothes.

After you’d gone to the restroom and changed back into your clothes from the first day you felt anxious and ready to get back home. Leaning over the counter with your fresh cup of coffee you opened your phone and were treated with an adorable selfie from your blushing boyfriend who had been laying in bed still when he took it. Along with that was a message that said while he loved waking up to your voicemail he preferred waking up to you. The message filled you with so much joy you stared at it for nearly thirty whole minutes until Seunghyun came out from the bedroom.

“Good morning.” He offered up with a yawn.

He was fully dressed as well, back in his suit from days before. He looked ready to go home as well.

“Morning.” You smiled as you finally put your phone down.

“Did the front desk call yet with an update?”

You watched him move around the small kitchen to make himself a cup of coffee. “Nope. Nothing yet, unless we both missed it.”

“I’ll give them a call after some coffee.”

He leaned against the counter with his mug at his lips and you watched his eyes move over you. You knew he was thinking about it. Thinking about you and what you’d done. The way his gaze burned into you, it had you thinking about it too.

It was supposed to be over, you thought it was over. With the exception of the guilt you’d felt you’d gone to bed feeling like you’d satiated your urges. And you’d woken up feeling even better. You were ready to go home and be done with it. Your head had been so clear. Looking at Seunghyun now, however, had your mouth watering which made no sense to you. It hadn’t even been as mind blowing as you’d expected.

“I love Jiyong.” You didn't know why you felt like you’d needed to confess it to him. You’d hoped he already knew.

“I never said you didn’t.” He shook his head, “I love him too. He's my best friend.”

“Okay, so we can agree, this has to stop?” You asked, “You’ll have to stop.”

“Stop what?” He scowled into his coffee cup.

“Looking at me like that.”

“Looking at you like what?”

“Like you’re thinking about fucking me.”

“Oh.” He rolled his eyes, “But it’s fine for you to look at me like that? I can’t just stop looking at you like that, y/n, because I can’t just stop thinking about it. I can hear the way you moan my name echo through my head. Jesus, I can still feel you pulsing around my cock. And I don’t want to just let it go. I’m not ready to let it go. I still want more.”

“Whatever happened between us, it can not leave this cabin. Do you understand me?” You asked as he moved around the counter towards you.

“Fine,” he stepped a little bit closer, leaning into you, “then give me one more time before we leave and it’s over.”

“Seunghyun-“

“Just let me taste you. I never got the chance to taste you.” He whispered against your ear, his hands moving up the backs of your legs.

You gulped, “Then we’re done.”

“Then we’re done.” He agreed.

He kissed just beneath your ear and you let out an exasperated sigh. His fingers undid the buttons of your blouse while his lips stayed against your skin. Moving down your neck to your chest and then trailing down your stomach until he was kneeling in front of you leaving kisses along your waist.

Lip snug between your teeth you watched his fingers make quick work of unfastening your pants, and pulling them down your thighs. Then he leaned in and pressed his lips against your soft bare skin. With his hands on your ass he pulled you forward, burying his face in you.

He hummed something satisfactory as you felt his tongue move through you. Leaning back you gripped the edge of the counter. Your toes curled against the hardwood floor. His fingers felt so good inside of you, just like they had the day before.

“God, I could eat you for breakfast every morning.” He mumbled, leaning back on his heels, his face glistening with you already. “You taste so good.”

“You can’t,” you gasped and then out a little moan, “Just today.”

“I know.”

He dipped his tongue back into you for another taste. Your knees grew weak and your body sank down onto him. Seunghyun lifted your trembling leg over his shoulder, bearing most of your weight as you crumbled for him.

“I’m gonna cum.” You groaned, after a few minutes had passed, your thighs tightening against his cheek.

He kept going. His mouth licking and sucking, his fingers curling inside of you. He didn’t stop until your legs gave out and he was the only thing keeping you off the ground.

Waiting until after your legs had gained back a little of their stability Seunghyun pushed himself up to his feet. He moved his fingers over your shoulders, watching as the fabric of your blouse slipped down your arms.

“Turn around.” He commanded, “Bend over the counter for me.”

Still catching your breath you did as you were told. With very little warning he’d sunk himself deeply inside of you. He started slow, easing in and out as he trailed intimate little kisses up your spine and across your shoulders.

“You like that don’t you, baby?”

“Yes. Ohh. I love it.”

“You love it when I fuck you?” He asked, picking up speed.

“Yes!”

He reached his arm around you, lowering his hand between your thighs to find your clit, “Do you love the way my cock feels?”

“Yes! Fuck yes!” You moaned,

You were close, you could feel it. Your head was in an absolute daze but there was still a part of you that was still very aware. You couldn’t understand right away what was so different. Why was this so much better than the night before?

Suddenly it hit you, the night before Seunghyun had been trying to give you something he thought you wanted. He had been so gentle, wanting to make love rather than give you what you’d always imagined having with him. Which was this, to just be fucked.

With one hand still between your thighs Seunghyun’s other hand got a grip of your hair and pulled you back towards his chest.

“Do you love me?” He asked, the bass of his voice vibrating across your overstimulated skin.

“Yes!” You cried, the only thing on your mind was that you were seconds away from your orgasm.

“I love you too.” He muttered before latching his mouth to your neck.

“Oh my god!” You gasped, fingers clutching the countertop with everything you had. “Yes! That’s it, oh…oh…right there! Seunghyun! Fuck!”

His fingers continued to circle your clit until your legs were shaking, knees turned completely to jello, and you were dependent on the counter to keep you upright. You’d been far too dazed from your own to even notice if Seunghyun had reached his climax.

He kissed you all along your naked back, “I knew you didn’t cum last night. I had to make it up to you.”

“Well, you definitely did that.” You said breathlessly.

So much for God and the universe trying to give you a punishment for your wrong doings. And it seemed it wasn’t that you and Seunghyun were incompatible either. Apparently the night before had only been so underwhelming because both of you were stunted by your own expectations. A fluke. Knowing that now didn’t help you at all. In fact you wished you’d never found out, it would only make things harder, you’d have more to figure out.

You jumped slightly at the sound of knocking on the door. That must have meant the snow had been cleared.

“Go get cleaned up.” He said, zipping his pants back up. “Sounds like it’s time to go home”.

You cleaned up for the last time in the cabin's little bathroom. When you were done you checked and double checked that you had everything in your work bag. Your laptop, all of your papers, and your chargers. While he went outside to warm up the car and clea the snow from the windows, you packed up the remaining souvenirs, snacks, and the last of Seunghyun’s wine. After putting the bags in the backseat you looked over the roof of the car at him.

“Are we good?” you asked.

“We’re good.” he said and then in an instant his teeth were chewing on his lip. He looked like he was thinking about something and you weren’t sure you wanted to ask but you did anyway.

“But?” you asked, “Looks like there's a but somewhere in there.”

“I don’t think I can leave it here.” he admitted, “We need to talk about what happened, and what it means for us going forward.”

“I-” you sighed, you knew he was right but you had no idea what you would even say at this point.

“We don’t have to do it right now. We can take the ride home to think about it, maybe take a couple days to think about it before either of us makes any rash decisions. I just don’t think that I can’t let it go as easily as I thought, and we should consider a conversation.”

You nodded in agreement. “Okay. That sounds fine. It’ll be good for us to think about it, to talk about it. As long as we’re okay.”

He assured you again that the two of you were fine and then ducked into the driver’s seat. You eased yourself down into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt. Seunghyun set the radio and then put the car in gear before driving down the drive to the main road. He didn’t say anything and neither did you but when he held out his hand to you, you placed your hand in his. You tried not to think too hard about what it meant, but there wasn’t much else to concern yourself with. As the drive continued on you wondered if you were both on the same page. Or if maybe one of you had taken this weekend to mean more than it did to the other.

The further the car got from the cabin the further away you felt from Seunghyun. It was a subtle and unintentional separation. The two of you had gone from holding hands to having your hands in your laps until finally you leaned against the passenger side door as if your body couldn’t get far away enough.

When the city came into view neither of you spoke, not that you’d been saying much before that anyway. It was so quiet and so tense. You could just feel that whatever had happened between the two of you was over. You didn’t have to worry about some long process of figuring anything out, it figured itself out for you. There had been magic in the cabin, or it had been some alternate universe. You’d forgotten briefly who you were. There had to be an excuse for what had happened. A reason that every feeling you had, that caused you to make the choices you did, had melted away like the snow.

As Seunghyun pulled the car up to the private entrance of Jiyong’s building you could see him standing there looking anxious as he waited. Any confusion or uncertainty you thought you felt was gone. Every muscle in your body was screaming to be near him. Your heart was racing and your foot tapped unrelentingly as you became more and more impatient.

“There’s my girl!” Jiyong shouted as you jumped from the vehicle the second it stopped, his face beamed with a smile.

Dropping your bag on the ground you ran over to him. You couldn’t help but match his smile with your own. You thought you had missed him but apparently the distraction of your time spent with Seunghyun kept you from realizing just how much. A happy giggle escaped your lips as he wrapped you up tight in his arms.

“Mmm.” He hummed, tickling your neck, “I missed you, beautiful.”

“I missed you too.”

“You sound surprised.” He pulled back, just barely, just enough to kiss you.

“No! Not at all. Why would you even say that?” you asked, clearly panicked.

“I’m joking,” he laughed, “I know you missed me too. I’m still never letting you go anywhere without me again.”

As proof of his statement, with his arms still tightly wrapped around your waist, he started walking back towards the car where Seunghyun was waiting with your other bag. You laughed as you stumbled over your own feet trying to walk with him, albeit backwards.

“Hey, thanks for taking care of her.” Jiyong said, patting Seunghyun on the shoulder. “I mean that, thank you for keeping her safe. I was worried but it would have been worse if I didn’t know she had you there.”

“Of course.” Seunghyun gulped as he looked down at you and you had to look away, the guilt of everything starting to flood through you once more.

“Seriously, if you ever need anything let me know. I owe you.”

“It wasn’t that big of a deal.” He shrugged.

“It was to me.” Jiyong looked at you with a smile. “I love this girl. She’s everything.”

“Yeah.” Seunghyun agreed quietly, “She’s pretty great.”

“Why don’t you park the car and come inside for a bit? We’ll have a beer and you can tell me about your crazy weekend.”

“No. I mean I’d love to but I really need to get home. Some other time.”

“Of course. I’ll see you at work then.” Jiyong turned and kissed your cheek. “I’ll get your bags for you, baby.”

“Thank you.” You said giving his arm a light squeeze. “I’ll be right there.”

You waited until Jiyong was out of earshot and then looked back at Seunghyun with a small smile, “So you’re right. I think we should talk.”

“Now I’m not so sure. I think I’d rather not.” He smiled back, “I think I know what you’re going to say. What you’ve decided. I’d rather not hear it just yet. If it’s all the same to you.”

“I'm sorry, Seunghyun.”

“Nope.” He shook his head, “Not now. Later.”

“Okay.” You agreed. “We’ll talk later.”

“I’ll see you around.”

Standing on the sidewalk you watched as he ducked into the driver’s seat of his car. You stood there long enough to watch his car all the way to the end of the drive and pull onto the main road. It was then you heard Jiyong’s voice calling you from the door. You smiled before turning towards him and hurrying up the walkway to be with him. He carried your bags in one hand and threw his free arm around your shoulder. You were happy with your decision. For now at least it felt like things were going to go back to normal. Everything would be fine.

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Everlong - Epilogue

Kwon Jiyong/ G Dragon X Reader

Word count: 21k

Warnings: 85,900% Domesticity. Now with Real Smut™ (x3). Sprinkling of pregnancy kink. Language. Unrealistic expectations of love and relationships. Seriously unrealistic. Honestly, maybe a little unhealthy even. Excessive fluff. The only angst comes from left over self-esteem issues caused by that B word.

Genre: Hades/Jiyong. Greek God AU. Fantasy.

A/N: For consistency’s sake, I made the decision to refer to Ji/Hades as just Hades the whole time, but y’all know Hades is Ji and Ji is Hades and hopefully it’s nbd. I just wanted to say I actually feel pretty fortunate I got to go back to Everlong. It’s definitely one of my favorite worlds and I could probably write about them forever. My wish with this is that everyone who has been waiting for it enjoys it and doesn’t think it’s a totally cheesy snoozefest. >.<

Spoiler Alert: I feel like a lot of people, myself included, wanted to see Hades get his happy ending. That’s definitely what they’ve been given here.Things people seemed to want out of an Epilogue included Ji!Hades as a dad. Ji!Hades with the love he deserves. Persephone being a brat. And FINALLY the non-dream smut everyone has been waiting for. So, it’s all there. I hope I didn’t miss anything!

Hades didn’t waste a single moment. There was absolutely nothing more he wanted than to spend his entire existence with you. Almost immediately after you had agreed to stay with him in the underworld he asked you to marry him. Your answer left your lips before he could even finish the question. You had said yes without an ounce of hesitation and knowing that you meant it when you said forever gave Hades a greater joy than he’d ever known. He had actually been ready to ask you that very first night, but he was forced to wait an entire weekend due to your unquenchable thirst for him. Though truthfully, he had absolutely no complaints.

The wedding had been held on Mount Olympus, as was tradition for all of the major deities. You’d only visited the location once prior to your wedding day. The trip had just been for you to see it. Since it seemed whether or not you liked it you didn’t have much of a say and there wasn’t really anywhere else you wanted to have it anyway. Luckily you did like it. Luckily you loved it. You thought it was beautiful, absolutely heavenly.

That first visit was when you met some of Hades family for the first time as well. The look of absolute fear on his face as his family introduced themselves would always be one of your favorite memories of him, he was so precious. He didn’t care if they liked you. He loved you and nothing they said would change it. He had been worried you wouldn’t like them. That you would hate them so much that you’d call off the wedding, unable to fathom being in a family with his siblings.

Fortunately Hera, Hestia, and you became quick friends. The two of them had dragged you away for hours to discuss wedding details. Apollo and Athena thought you were very clever and told Hades you were one of the funniest people they’d had the pleasure of knowing. Dionysus, Zeus, and Ares all tried to seduce you, which came as a surprise to absolutely no one. You loved his family and it only made him love you more. He told you he thought it was because of you that they seemed to like him more than usual, even making him promise that he would come around more even after the wedding and telling him how much they had missed him. It had been clear to you that they had always loved him and it was his own self-consciousness that distanced him from them.

Though he had already made you one of the immortal, Hades' family had declared that they did not accept it as true godhood. They advised the pair of you that your wedding would have to be done in the tradition of their followers, sacrifices and all. As a compensation Zeus promised that once the wedding was completed he would officially grant you godhood. Knowing that his siblings were giving him a hard time, as siblings do, you found the requirement to be quite amusing and you laughed along with them. Annoyed, Hades found it torturous and unnecessary. Despite either of your feelings it meant that, as was tradition, your wedding lasted three days.

Since you didn’t have any female friends or relatives you spent the night of proaulia with Hades sisters and female family members, as well as your grandmother who had been given a reprieve from death for the wedding. It was especially funny as a part of the traditions you were meant to give offerings to several of the goddesses at your gathering. Instead of the typical offerings you made them all personalized desserts and allowed Athena to do your hair as you gossiped about what Hades had been like before he met you.

The second day was the gamos. The day started with a sacrifice and receiving blessings from the gods, your new family. You’d been washed under a waterfall of the purest water you’d ever seen in your life. Then, together, you and Hades made an offering to his family for your future. After that was a massive feast that included the entire Greek pantheon. That part was the hardest for you. Not only being overwhelmed by the sheer number of guests but because the men and women sat separate from one another and all you wanted to do was hold Hades hand. However, as promised, at the feast Zeus offered you a plate of ambrosia and a goblet overflowing with nectar. As a part of his toast he had the court cheers to you, a true goddess and the new Queen of the Underworld.

Once the feast was over there was still to be the anakalupteria or the removal of your veil. You thought it was a little silly considering the tradition was in reference to virginity, but you went along with it regardless. With you still veiled, the procession started. You and Hades, in a perfectly hand crafted chariot, which took you through the streets of Olympus. Zeus filled the night sky with lightning bolts until it looked like fireworks and the pantheon's cheers sounded like thunder all the way from the feast in the great hall until you were home. Comfortably alone in your home Hades removed your veil and then he removed everything else you wore as well.

The next day came epaulia, when the pantheon came to your home in the underworld and presented the two of you with their gifts. Since the place so rarely saw guests and they’d all taken the time to come you wanted to make the event more of a reception. There was more feasting, drinking, and dancing in excess. All six gardens were flooded with life and joy from your guests as they celebrated with the two of you under the sparkling night.

That night Hades stood, drink in hand, and looked over his property with joy in his heart. Seeing his home filled with the laughter and happiness of his friends and family was something he’d wanted for a long time. He was so grateful for you, knowing that without you it would never have been possible.

When he wasn’t beside you he watched you diligently to make sure you were enjoying yourself, still worried that you might find his family in any way distasteful. Though he wasn’t sure he wouldn’t have stared regardless with the way your dress flowed behind you as you moved and the silks and chiffons draped around your body so perfectly. He thought you looked, appropriately, like a goddess. Your smile was so bright and warm that everyone you spoke to was glowing with happiness. He was certain he had never loved anything or anyone more than you.

His mood dampened only slightly when he felt the cold chill that surrounded his ex wife, and the strong scent of daffodil and roses that always lingered around her. A smell that now made him want to openly gag. He didn’t even have to look to know she’d found her way to him. Her gaze burned into his back and he could feel the tension gather in his shoulders from just her presence.

“Hades…” she greeted him, not unkindly.

For a moment neither of them expected him to respond, but he offered her a jagged, “What?”

“The house looks nice.” Persephone said, stepping beside him. “Feels like ages since I’ve seen it. Or you.”

“Should have been longer.” He muttered.

“You look very handsome and you seem... happy.”

He kept his eyes on you, a calming vision. “I seem happy because I am happy.”

“I saw you kept my statue.”

“Just waiting for it's replacement.”

“Hmmm.” She sighed and leaned closer.

Hades cleared his throat, “Why are you here, Seph?”

“I told you, it’s been ages. I wanted to see how you were doing. Make sure you were truly as happy as they’ve been saying on Olympus.”

“I am. I finally found the greatest love I’ve ever known.” He eased at the thought of you, “And I made her my wife. How could I not be happy?”

“The greatest love you’ve ever known. You’re sure?” She asked, “You don’t really believe that for a second time do you?”

Hades said nothing, he only scoffed at her attempt. He wasn’t going to let her ruin this day for him the way she had ruined so many others.

“Anyway, she’s okay.” Persephone continued with a shrug, “Seems nice enough, a little dim witted if you ask me.”

“Good thing I didn’t ask you.”

She ignored the bite in his tone. “You see you have to be a little dim witted to voluntarily spend eternity in the underworld. Even you were coerced here by your brothers.”

“Seriously, what are you doing here?” He asked, still refusing to look at her. “What will it take for you to leave?”

“I love a good wedding.” She said simply. “Plus after all of our history together, I thought we were friends.”

“We were never friends, Seph. Don’t bullshit me.”

Persephone hummed thoughtfully, and chose to ignore him once more. “I guess she’s cute at least. For a faux goddess anyway. I was going to say homely originally but I suppose she does have a nice smile.”

“There is nothing and no one more beautiful in this or any other universe than my bride.” Hades said with a small smile.

He could tell you were searching for him and he watched as a glow washed over you when you’d finally found him. By just the look on your face he could tell the story of the conversation you were having with Narcissus was going to be amazing later.

It was then that he finally looked over at Persephone, “And no, I never once said that about you.”

“When did you become so hurtful?” She asked softly, getting no response in return. Then after a pause she asked, “What will you do if she wants children?”

“It’s my hope that she does.”

“Why would you hope for that? Aren’t you infertile?” She quipped, “I always assumed that you were since we never had children together.”

“It couldn’t have been that you were never around. That we hardly ever had sex and when we did you weren’t very good.” He rolled his eyes. “How true to character, Persephone. Never taking responsibility, always placing the blame on someone else.”

“I’m just afraid it won’t last.” Persephone said harshly, furious that he’d found the audacity to speak to her that way.

As she watched you enjoying yourself with her family, in the home that she built. She came to the quick conclusion that all of this was your fault. She wasn’t sure exactly what you’d done to Hades but she didn’t like it at all. Determination grew inside of her. She would just have to prove to herself and the both of you that she still reigned superior. She didn’t want him to be happy with her, absolutely not, but she couldn’t have him anything but miserable without her.

“Someone from topside?” she went on, “She doesn’t understand what she’s gotten herself into. But that’s how you like your wives, isn’t it? Clueless. Helpless.”

“You knew what it meant to marry me.”

“How could I have? I was a child when we met.”

He scoffed in disbelief of what she was saying. “You’ve never been a child, Seph. You were always a bitch. Very much born your father's daughter.”

“Even if I did, does she actually know what it means to marry you?” She asked, ignoring his comment, “Truly, does she know? Being trapped forever in the underworld with you.”

“She knows.”

She shook her head and gave a small tsk, “How could she? Pathos said the two of you haven't even been together a full year. Poor girl doesn’t know what eternity means. She’ll never make it, Hades. She will absolutely lose her mind and she will leave you like everyone else does. Down here, all alone. What’s worse is that not only have you imprisoned her in the underworld, you’ve trapped her in immortality. Everyone knows what you did. Giving someone immortality without their consent? Like she's just a play thing for you. A toy. Surely if she doesn’t try to escape you, you’ll just get bored of her. And then what?”

“You should leave.” Hades gulped.

He didn’t believe the words she was saying, at least he didn’t want to. However he knew and now Persephone knew that she’d successfully planted the seed of doubt she’d been trying for in the garden of his mind.

She just grinned over at him, feeling pleased with the doubt written on his face. “The party has just begun.”

He could feel the heat rising on his neck. He wanted to yell, throw her out, to cause a scene. Then, as if you knew he needed you, you were at his side. Slipping your arms around his waist and landing a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Hi.” You smiled brightly at him and he brightly back at you.

“Hi.” He said softly, kissing you again.

“Are you having fun?”

He settled his hands on your hips. “Infinitely more now that I have you here.”

You melted into him as he kissed your lips and then your cheek and down your neck. His hands inched up the curve of your back, sending a shiver of delight through your body. With a smirk you looked over at Persephone who seemed deeply disturbed by the public display of affection.

“I don’t think we’ve met.” You said, throwing your hand out to her, “Who are you again?”

Knowing that you knew exactly who she was Hades laughed against your neck.

“Persephone.” She hissed her name like venom and you pulled your hand back so you wouldn’t get bit.

“Oh, right, the ex-wife!” You said enthusiastically as you looked over at her. “Glad you could make it. I can’t say I know where you got your invitation but, all's well that ends well I suppose.”

“Right and you must be the prisoner.” She glared back at you.

“I thought people said you were trying to make ‘The Topsider’ a thing.” You said curiously, “Rule of thumb, nicknames don’t stick if you don’t stick with them.”

Hades looked at you with complete and utter adoration. He’d been trying so far in your relationship to keep you away from her. He should have always known you could handle Persephone. Especially with how you always handled him. His arms tightened around your waist.

“And what do you call me?” she asked.

“Oh, I think being you is enough of an insult. Why call you anything else?” You asked innocently.

Hades choked trying to hold back a laugh. With no surprise to any of you, Persephone did not find you as amusing.

“How are you enjoying my home?” She asked cooly, “Do you spend much time in my gardens?”

“No,” You smiled sweetly, “because actually, nothing here is yours. This is my home and these are my gardens. Especially when you consider how much work I put into cleaning up the mess you left.”

Your husband said nothing, he knew he didn’t have to. Instead he raised an amused eyebrow while he slid the strap of your dress to the side and pressed his lips against the soft skin of your shoulder as the both of you waited for Persphones response.

“And what is that supposed to mean?” She spat.

“I’m sure the house looked lovely when you had originally designed it, but everything you’d done was so...tacky and outdated.” You grinned, pleased by the red that bloomed at her throat, “Hades and I had to redo almost the entire palace. Of course it’s not all done, there’s so much, but we do have an eternity to finish. I’m not worried. ”

“You decorated together?” She scoffed and you laughed.

“Well it is his home as well. Perhaps where you’re confused is the part where Hades and I have respect for one another. We share a partnership. Not…” you gestured loosely to Persephone as if she were something distasteful, “whatever that was.”

“And my gardens?” She asked, “You’re suggesting they weren’t up to par?”

“Oh, Sephy,” she shot daggers at Hades, knowing it had to have been him that told you how much she hated being called Sephy. “I’m not suggesting anything. I’m telling you. The gardens were a disaster. Nothing made any sense. Aesthetically… it was horrifying. Some spots were overrun, others left bare. No worries now though, I’ve fixed everything. Well, we had to, for the wedding.”

This time Persphone laughed, “Are you really saying you put together a better garden than me? Do you realize who I am? I’m the fucking goddess of vegetation and flowers. You, a nobody...an absolute nothing, did a better job than I had?”

You raised your hand to your chest in surprise and feigned a gasp, “Is that what you’re the goddess of? It’s funny, I had just always assumed they had gods and goddesses rule over things they had at least some sort of understanding of. I never would have guessed that for you. Absolutely...never.”

Persephone let out a hysterical gasp as if you’d broken her. She looked manic but like she was trying desperately to keep it together. “I could just kill you. I really could. You're so-you’re so-funny. No one should be as funny as you are. I absolutely wish you were dead.”

With an obviously fake laugh you placed a hand on her shoulder and she pulled back like you were made of fire, “Lucky for me I’m immortal.”

Never having seen Persephone so angry before Hades wrapped his arms around you more protectively. “Seph, I apologize for my wife. She’s so… what was it you said? Sharp witted?”

“I said dim.”

Hades laughed, “Well I think we all know she’s not that.”

“In all honesty, it was such a joy getting to meet you finally, Persephone.” You oozed sarcasm, “But you don’t mind if I steal him from you, right? I mean…steal him again.”

“You can’t steal trash from someone if they had already thrown it away.” She sneered.

“That is your, and I can not emphasize this enough, absolute loss.” You smiled once more. “You should go have a drink or twelve. We knew Dionysus would be here so of course the booze is endless.”

“Sure.” You basked in the anger radiating off of her. “Enjoy your eternity long sentence in the underworld.”

“Interesting.” You grinned, “Before you started continuously mentioning it, I never imagined myself as someone with a prisoner kink, but with Hades as my warden I could really consider it. What do you think, my love? Cuff me up later?”

“Anything for my Queen.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your lips. It was meant to be sweet, gentle. Neither of you were prepared for the moan that would escape your mouth.

Forgetting Persephone completely you eyed Hades, “Do you think it would make us bad hosts if we disappeared?”

“No, of course not.” He looked around and then back at you, “Most of them are too drunk to remember what the party is for anyway. Could be a wedding. Could be a birthday. Could be a Tuesday.”

“Good,” You leaned forward and pulled his lip between your teeth. When you pulled back your eyes were dark with lust and it twisted a knot in his stomach. “Take me somewhere we’ll never be found. Now.”

Without so much as a goodbye to Persephone the two of you took off like teenagers, in a fit of giggles and hormones, to find somewhere you could be alone.

A thousand years had passed since that night, literal lifetimes, but for Hades it still felt like it had happened yesterday. It was one of his favorite memories. He always thought about it fondly, especially when he was missing you like he did now.

It wasn’t often you weren’t by his side but when you weren’t it was near agonizing. The seed Persephone had planted still grew like a weed in his mind. All he could think about was you being somewhere falling in love with being away from him. He could picture you realizing how much you longed for true independence. He imagined you would run away into the night without another word. Despite how long you’d stayed so far the fear never lessened. It was almost as if the more time passed the more he worried. You were a bomb ticking away, and the longer this went on the more likely you were to go off and leave. He knew you’d call him dramatic if you knew his feelings about it. He also knew that when you finally made that decision to leave it would devastate him and he’d likely collapse into himself like a dying star.

He eyed the empty throne beside his, your throne. It had been almost two full days this time since he’d seen you. His leg shook anxiously and he tried to hold onto the way you looked on your wedding night to calm his nerves.

“Hades, Sir.” the sound of Phobos’ voice brought him back to the throne room, however reluctantly. “Perhaps we should begin.”

“What have I said about starting without her?”

Phobos looked over at his brother, Deimos, who only shrugged and sighed, “We don’t, Sir. We do not start without her.”

“Good, glad you agree. We’ll wait.” He said clearly moody. “She will be here soon enough.”

“I’m not saying she’s not coming. I’m just saying…” he said cautiously, “It couldn’t hurt to get through a couple without her.”

Hades looked at Phobos with eyes so sharp and so heated the latter god thought he’d died, been burned alive. If looks could kill.

“Oh, is that what you’re saying? Just go on? Move forward without her? As if it were possible.”

“No.” He gulped, “It was a joke. I was just joking.”

“Well, believe me when I say I thought it was funny.” Hades said deadpan. He leaned back in his throne with a huff and a childlike pout. He continued to tap his fingers on the armrest.

It was only a few more minutes before the sound of the door at the front of the hall bursting open and slamming against the wall cut through the air of the silent room. After a long sigh of relief Hades chuckled lightly at the sound and the following echo of your shoes speeding through the giant hall.

“Sorry! Sorry. Sorry. Sorry. Sorry!” You called hurriedly as you made your way to the platform completely out of breath. “I’m late. I'm so sorry.”

“The Queen is never late, she is always right on time.” Hades eyes sparkled like universes as you came into view, pushing through the waiting souls.

“Ugh,” looking at Deimos’ smirking face you rolled your eyes at how absolutely cheesy your husband was. “Phobos, I know you worry. I’m sorry I’m late.”

“Ma’am, please, there’s no need to apologize.” He assured you.

“We’ve talked about ‘ma’am, did you forget?”

Phobos leaned in slightly, and said very quietly, “Sir prefers that we remain professional with you in front of the souls, y/n. You know that.”

“Yes well, Sir,” you said, eyeing your husband, “would be okay with the pronoun choices because his sounds distinguished and dominant. Ma’am makes me sound like an old woman that you’re trying to placate. So let’s just figure out something else, okay? I did give you an alternative option...”

“Of course, sorry ma-” he stopped himself and you tried not to laugh as his cheeks burned red, “My apologies...Your Eminence. Regardless, no need for you to ever be sorry to me.”

Still trying to hold back the laugh from him calling you Your Eminence, which you knew he hated, you lifted the basket that was at your side and swung it in front of him. “So, no need for these freshly baked apology muffins then?”

“Well...I mean, you’ve already made them. I’d hate to be rude.” He shrugged.

“I knew you would hate that.” You winked as he took the basket and held up a finger before digging under the cloth on top, “I just need...this one. Thank you.”

You took your one muffin and hurried up the platform and sunk down into your throne with an exhausted sigh. Leaning over the armrest you offered the treat to Hades.

“A muffin for my muffin?”

He blushed as he took it from you. “Pear?”

“Always.” You said looking him over and then you scowled. “Not wearing your crown? Again.”

“I don’t like to wear it when you’re not here.” He said quietly as he unwrapped his treat, “It makes me feel silly.”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed through pursed lips and then decided to let it go. “Did you miss me?”

“Every second you were gone.”

Sinking down into your seat you let out a light laugh. “Liar. I bet you didn’t even think about me once.”

Opening your notebook, the one that matched Hades, you started to read up on the souls that awaited judgement. You were sure that he’d already memorized every last one in this room while you were running late. With a slight pout on his lips Hades didn’t move his eyes from you, not even for a second. Finally realizing that he hadn’t started judgements you looked up from your book to find him staring.

“What?”

“I hope you know that’s not true, y/n.” He sounded hurt. “You’re all I think about.”

“I know four girls that would be very disappointed to hear that.” You grinned.

“Tell me.” He said seriously, “Tell me you know it’s not true.”

Smiling in full you held out your hand to him and he laced his fingers with yours. Giving his hand a gentle squeeze you said, “I know you think about me. You’re all I think about too.”

Finally happy Hades pulled your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles and then turned to Phobos with a smile. “We can begin.”

You had taken quite nicely to your role as Queen of the Underworld. Along with your responsibility of judging souls side by side with Hades you had also been tasked with providing for the gods and creatures that lived and worked in the underworld. You made sure that they were happy and comfortable in their positions and had everything they needed. You counseled those in need and resolved conflicts between those who quarreled. You were constantly planning for festivals and celebrations. Even other gods came to visit more and more often when before they never had. The people of the underworld loved you dearly, and were grateful for all that you did for them. More than anything they appreciated the effect you had on Hades himself. His disposition was much more cheerful. He was much more cheerful and far more understanding.

You didn’t really think you were doing anything special, you just felt like you were helping out where help was needed. You didn’t find any of it at all difficult. Everything you did was for Hades, both the man and your home. In return for all that you did Hades gave you everything you asked for. He did everything you wanted. He agreed with everything you said. You found that pretty unnecessary. You didn’t need that from him and constantly had to make sure he knew that. He assured you every time that he did it all because he wanted to.

The only thing you ever truly asked from him was for your grandmother to be moved from the Forest of Asphodel to the Towers of Elysium. That was usually the only other place you would be found if you weren’t at Hades side. You always spent at least one full day with her a week, sometimes staying the night, but you saw her everyday. She took great joy in taking care of your children so you brought them to her each and every morning. She was a wonderful teacher who brought them to new places, and taught them new lessons with every visit. Her favorite joke, which she told you every time you thanked her for watching them was that they kept her young.

“Looks like it’ll rain tonight.” You said thoughtfully eyeing the grey clouds overhead. “Something warm would be nice for dinner. Will you make your spaghetti sauce? You know Things One and Two always love to help you.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Hades agreed quietly, as the two of you made your way down the road that took you home. “How’s grandmother?”

“Lovely as always. We made muffins, obviously. I think we were outside of London, that little cottage she loves.” You shrugged.

“You stayed longer than usual. Is everything okay?”

You laughed, knowing what his real concern was. You reached your hand out for his. “We drank too much wine and got caught up in a marathon of true crime shows.”

Gripping your hand tightly he stopped you in the middle of the road. With his one hand he pulled you close to his chest and with the free hand he gently brushed your cheek with his fingertips. “Oh.”

“Oh?” You smirked, lifting your arm up around his shoulder. “You really did miss me, didn't you?”

“I told you I did”. He pouted. “I can’t sleep when you’re not around.”

“Me neither. Why do you think I drank so much wine?” You kissed his rounded cheek and with a chuckle you pushed him along. “Come on then, you must be exhausted.”

“Thank you for recognizing that.” He said jokingly, “It was very hard watching the girls on very little sleep.”

“Speaking of, grandma can’t watch the kids next week.”

“That’s a first. Is anything wrong?”

You shook your head, “She’s just ‘renovating’ her paradise. She wants to spend the holidays somewhere tropical.”

“That’ll be nice for her.” He tightened his grip around your waist as you walked. “You know what? We should take the week off! Spend it together, us and the girls.”

“Phobos will have a heart attack.”

“We can just work extra hard this week to make sure everything is cleared out.” He shrugged, “It’ll be fine. I’ve left it in worse conditions. Not sure you remember how much time I had to spend away while courting you.”

“I remember,” you admitted fondly, “I helped you clean up that mess.”

Most of the rest of the walk was done in comfortable silence. You spent the time reminiscing about the time he spent with you in the bakery, and when he brought you here for the first time. Before you even knew he was who he was. Then it had you thinking about how quickly the walk to and from the pavilion was from home. You thought about when you first came, how it took days to get around, and grinned to yourself.

“Something on your mind?”

“I just realized how it really takes no time at all to get anywhere in the underworld.” you said thoughtfully as the palace made its way into view. “We can visit everywhere in a single afternoon but it took us days to get around.”

“And?”

“Just made me think about when you first brought me here...about how you really took your time with me.” you laughed as you made your way through the open iron gates to the garden.

Typically the gardens and the underworld in general were sun drenched. However, with the grey rain clouds filling the skies they looked gloomy and almost unwelcoming.

Hades chuckled, “Don’t I usually take my time with you?”

“Cheeky.”

A light rain finally started as the two of you made your way down the, now very familiar, cobblestone path. Water droplets fell from dark green leaves and on to the ground at your feet. It smelled lovely, you’d thought, like fresh soil and clean air. Sunny days were beautiful but rainy days were better. Cozier.

As the entrance of your home grew closer something in you felt hesitant to go inside. Moving through the courtyard you paused in front of the statue Hades’ had made of the two of you. Not the erotic one he’d told he’d have made long ago. It was a more appropriate one, a sweet embrace, foreheads pressed together intimately. It was your favorite and had been since the day it arrived. Hades moved just past you but you stopped him.

“Wait.” You said grabbing his wrist.

“You okay?”

“Yeah...I just.” You pulled him into you with a small smile before wrapping your arms around his shoulders and pulling him close. “I just want another minute alone with you.”

“Oh.” Taken by surprise he wrapped his arms around your waist while you tucked your face into his neck. “Okay, of course.”

“You smell so nice.” You murmured.

“Thank you.” He blushed, “You smell nice too.”

The two of you stayed like that for some time despite the rain falling down on you, soaking through your clothes. He really loved the little moments you had alone. Of course he loved having a big family, it was what he’d always wanted but he would have also been happy with a thousand more years just the two of you too. And he still worried all the time that a big family wasn’t what you wanted and that it would be a big part of the reason you’d eventually you’d ask him if you could leave.

“You know what I miss?” You asked quietly.

And there it was, he thought. You were going to say you missed being alone or missed the freedom of being literally anywhere else. You were going to ask if he wouldn’t mind if you took a week or two away just to rejuvenate. Instead of being rejuvenated you were going to realize how much you loved the lack of constant responsibility. The beginning of the end, finally had come.

“Hades...” you grabbed his chin, turning his face to yours, “Do you know what I miss?”

“A quiet home?” He asked as his shoulders sank.

“What?” You laughed and shook your head. “No. I was going to say… I miss having sex all over the place.”

“What?!” He nearly choked.

“When we first got together you couldn’t keep your hands off me. I’m pretty sure we fucked everywhere. All over this place. Whenever you wanted, wherever you wanted. Then all of a sudden a thousand years pass by and it feels like maybe you’re bored with me.” You pouted.

Hades leaned out of your embrace and placed the back of his hand to your forehead. “Do you feel okay? Do you have some horrible fever that’s melted your brain?”

“I’m serious, Hades.” You said. “Are we just a boring old married couple now? Do I not excite you anymore?”

“You’re out of your mind, love.” He assured you. “I think about having you everyday. I want you all the time. The only reason I don’t have you when I want anymore is because I can only imagine how traumatic it would be for one of our poor children to catch us disrobed on the staircase.”

“You promise you still want me?”

“What did we vow?” He answered with a question of his own.

Finally a smile met your lips, “Forever and everlong.”

“And that’s what I meant. I still want you more than anything. More and more everyday. More than the air in my lungs.” He promised, “Cross my heart.”

“Dramatic. As always.” You sighed, satisfied, and turned out of his arms to head inside finally. “But I believe you.”

“Not so fast.” He said keeping your hand in his. He brought you over to one of the low brick walls and leaned against it. “Come here.”

“What do you want?” You grinned as his hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer until his leg was between yours.

“Use me” he said with a deviant glint in his eyes, “That’s what I want.”

“What, right here?” You laughed, “In the rain?”

“We’re all alone and we don’t even have to take our clothes off.” He smirked, “You know how to do it, baby.”

“Okay…” embarrassed and giggly, you agreed. As you pulled the skirt of your dress around your hips, you stepped forward and sunk down onto his thigh.

“I love you.” He murmured against your neck. His hands slipped over your ass and squeezed as you started to roll your hips, “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Stop.” A gasp escaped you as you felt the tingle of friction that you were searching for. You nuzzled into his neck breathing in the scent of him, spiced chocolate. “Mm, you always feel so good. Just what I need.”

The fingers from one of his hands dug into your hip while his other hand eased upwards and cupped your breast. His thumb brushed your nipple through the rain wet fabric before squeezing you roughly in his palm. The sounds of your moans and whimpers collected in his ear. You dragged his jacket from his shoulder and tugged his button down to the side. Finally bare, your teeth pinched at the skin on his collarbone. Heat was blooming all over your skin as you moved even faster. When the raindrops hit you, you’d swear you could hear them sizzle.

“You know those sweet little noises you make drive me crazy.” He groaned beneath you.

“I know.” Your gasps for air grew louder and more frequent as your thrusting became a frantic search for friction. “Everything you do drives me crazy.”

“Slow down, love.” He said gripping your hips, forcing them into a slow, agonizing grind. “Yeah, like that. I want to savor it.”

Your head fell back, your mouth opened, taking in the cool rain. Hades took the opportunity to latch his mouth to your neck. He bit gently against your skin and you knew he was enjoying this just as much as you were.

“Do you like that?” You asked and he growled against your skin. “Does it feel good for you too?”

“Yes. I love you so much.” He said burying his face between your breasts. “I need you to cum for me.”

“Help me.” You begged, “Please. I need you.”

In an instant his fingers were slipping under the skirt of your dress. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders tightly as you rode his thigh. His fingers massaged your clit and you nearly screamed out with pleasure but kept it in just in case. Instead you bit down on his shoulder as your thighs clenched around his leg. In no time he had you gushing onto his hand and leg, soaking through his pants.

“Oh fuck!” You gasped, shaking from your high, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t know that was gonna happen.”

He just laughed as he lifted his fingers to your lips for you to lick clean, when you were done you kissed his fingertips. “I clearly haven’t been taking care of you like I should.”

“Don’t say that!” You cupped his face in your hands and gave him a true kiss, “I just...that was hot. I couldn’t help myself.”

“It was, right?” He said enthusiastically, “Boring old married couple, my ass.”

“What ass?” You teased.

He huffed out a half laugh at the joke, holding you in place on his lap. After the chuckles faded he watched your face curiously, quietly.

Then he asked, “Have I pleased you, my love. Do I make you happy?”

“Of course.” Your brow furrowed, “Happier than I could have ever imagined.”

“Then why are your eyes so sad?”

Leaning your down you pressed your forehead into his. He sat still and expectant. Finally you sighed in defeat and moved your head so that it was rested on his shoulder, your arms wrapping tightly around his body.

“I think there might be something wrong with me.”

“Why?” He asked, you could hear his heart race with panic, “What's happening? What can I do?”

“Sometimes, I just miss you.” You whispered against his ear.

“Beautiful…” He shook with laughter beneath you. “We spend every day together.”

“I know,” you held him tighter, “I think you broke me.”

“How?” He asked, gently running his fingers over your back.

“If we’re not this close, we’re not close enough.”

He hummed thoughtfully. It probably would have sounded crazy to anyone else but he knew exactly what you meant. He often found himself feeling the same way. It wasn’t as if when you weren’t clinging to him like a koala he was unable to function. It was just that when you weren’t holding one another there was a hint of a feeling of discontent. It felt like leaving the house and worrying you’d forgotten to turn the oven off. Something wasn’t right about it, something was always missing when you weren’t in his arms.

He knew the feeling was incessantly there for the both of you but what was curious to him was that it wasn’t like you to be so obvious about it. Not as much as he usually was anyway. He’d found that you didn’t really allow yourself to be bothered by much at all, so it was rare to find you upset or needy. There were just a few times he could think of when you’d complained about needing more of him. He laughed lightly as he thought about it and pulled you in close. After a moment of consideration his mouth dropped open and he laughed harder.

“Oh...shit.”

“What?” You asked, shifting your head so you could get a good look at him.

“You might be pregnant.” He smiled, cheeks growing bulbous and his pink gums and white teeth on full display.

You pulled out of his embrace, “No! No I’m not!”

“I really think you might be. You always get clingy when you're pregnant.”

“I AM NOT CLINGY!” You argued, pulling away so that you weren’t literally clinging to him.

“You don’t want another child?” He asked watching the slight drop in your shoulders.

You sighed deeply, feeling guilty about not being thrilled at the idea. Standing up from his lap you walked across the cobblestone from where he sat to the wall opposite and then back. He watched as you did it several times before finally sitting across from him.

“We’ve been together too long.” You muttered folding your hands together in your lap.

He raised an amused eyebrow, “Because I know everything about you and can read you like a book?”

“What if you’re right? What if I didn't want any more children?” he could tell you were nervous, “Wouldn’t you absolutely hate me?”

“You’ve given me four daughters and each one is just as beautiful and intelligent as her mother.” Still he frowned over at you, “I could never hate you. I do strongly dislike that you didn’t think you could talk to me about this, since it’s clearly been bothering you.”

“I love you. I love our children.” Your lips trembled, “I love our family. I love this life. I do.”

“I know.”

“Sometimes,” you gulped, “sometimes I wish it was just us again.”

He nodded unsure of how to respond. “I guess I worried about that.”

“I’m so selfish and so greedy. I’m so sorry.” Your hands flew to your face as you let out a sob, “You think I’m a horrible mother. You think I’m like her.”

“No!” He denied, knowing who you were talking about. “Not at all! Y/n, you are so far from being anything like her. Not even close to the same.”

“It’s not hard for you.” You sniffled, “You thrive as a father. You were meant for parenthood, some days I feel like I don’t know what I’m doing.”

“You’re wrong.” He said standing up and moving over to you, “I struggle. All the time. It’s easier for me because when I’m having a hard time I get to look at them and I see you. Amara has your smile and your wit, Iris and Ivy have your hair and your capacity for caring, and Lily has your eyes and they even light up over the smallest things just like yours. Maybe you think I don’t miss you as much as you miss me, but it’s only because I’m surrounded by pieces of you. You think it’s easy for me but it’s only because they remind me of you, and loving you is like breathing for me.”

“You still think I’m like Persephone.” You said in a whisper as he wiped your tears with his hand. “You think I want to leave you. I know you do, I see it on your face all the time. It’s like you're just waiting for me to turn my back on you. I hate it so much.”

“Yes. I worry, but even if you did leave, I could never think you’re like her.” Hades wrapped his arms around you again, “There is nothing in this universe that I fear, nothing at all, except losing you. I wouldn’t come back from that.”

“Well stop worrying, okay?” You asked, cupping his face. “I'm obviously addicted to you, Hades. Honestly, it would be concerning if I chose to care. I can’t get enough of you. You give me all of you and still I ask for more. I’m not going anywhere without you, ever.”

“Come inside with me.” He stood up and waited for you to join him so he could wrap an arm around your waist. “I’d like to put on some dry clothes. Spend some time with our children, have a nice dinner all together, and put them to bed. Then afterwards I’d like to make love to my wife until sunrise.”

You snorted as you made your way up the path to the doors, “As much as I love you, you wouldn’t last past midnight.”

While you hadn't quite filled up every room in the house with children, you did have your girls.

Amaranth was the eldest, already a teenager. She was named for your favorite flower in the whole underworld but usually went by Amara. Like all of your girls, when she was younger Amara was a complete and utter daddy’s girl. It was understandable, you thought, if you considered that Hades never said no to any of his girls. In fairness to him, being your first child, you too had spoiled Amara. All of you got lucky that she grew up to be very level headed and not an absolute brat. You figured it had to do a lot with the time she spent with your grandmother. While you would deny having a favorite child, you knew if you had to choose, it would be her. It was especially true as she aged and became less of a daddy’s girl and closer to you. You knew that Hades didn’t like it at all but secretly you loved it.

Amara was already six when you found out you were pregnant with the twins. Their given names were Agallis and Hedera, but it became a little too convenient to call them Iris and Ivy. Or as Amara lovingly nicknamed them when they reached toddlerhood, Things One and Two. Though they were just children, ever since they were young, their energy could be overpowering. The only time you’d ever seen Hermes collapse from exhaustion was at Hades birthday celebration, after he’d been chased around the meadow for over an hour. Afterwards, still excited to play, the twins had to find someone else to run after. As well as energetic, the girls were very much their fathers shadow. Since they could crawl, if he was home, they were at his heels. They copied everything he did, ate only the things he liked to eat, repeated everything he said. It was one of the few times you were okay with not being the preferred parent because honestly just watching it happen exhausted you. You truly didn’t know how he did it, his patience knew no end.

Leirion, or Lily, was the littlest. Not even a year old yet. She was a very quiet observer and loved anything that moved. Now that she could sit up on her own you could usually get away with sitting her down on her blanket and letting her just simply look. Anytime something would move her eyes would go wide with excitement and her mouth would fall into a gigantic gummy smile that mirrored her fathers. Literally anything that moved. Clouds coasting through the sky, flowers blowing in the wind, animals and creatures of any kind, her sisters, ripples in water. It didn't matter what it was, movement fascinated her to no end. You didn’t quite understand it but you appreciated the simplicity of her interests.

Friday had come quickly, you found that actually working diligently for once made the days fly by. It had been raining all week so the twins had started to get a little stir crazy. Amara would be fine in the same room for weeks on end so long as she had a stack of books. The twins were not the same, it was hard for them not being able to spend hours on end running around outside and exploring. Trying to think of something to do with them Hades had suggested that to start your vacation off right you should have a movie night in the blanket fort, and having overheard the comment the twins agreed. It had then become mandatory.

Lily had been watching you move through the kitchen, cleaning up the mess you’d made with the twins making cookies. Looking over at her you couldn’t help but warm at the bright smile on her face. With a quick drying of your hands once the dishes were clean you plucked her out of her chair and handed her a single chocolate chip.

“Don’t tell.” You whispered, as she pinched the chocolate between her fingers and brought it to her mouth.

“Don’t tell who, what?” Hades asked as he came into the kitchen, the twins hot on his trail.

“Anyone, anything… ever.” You smirked, planting a kiss on the top of her impossibly soft hair.

“You know that very soon she’ll be talking, and then she won’t keep your secrets.” He said with a raise of his eyebrow. “Anyway, movies ready.”

“Movies ready!” Iris declared as well.

“Movies ready!” Ivy quickly followed.

“Good. Since I cleaned everything up, you guys have to carry all the snacks.” You snuggled against Lily with a smile, “Where’s Amara?”

He shrugged, “Hiding away in one of a billion rooms pretending like we don’t exist.”

“Though it’s not very specific, I know without a doubt you are correct.”

“By the way, you’ll never guess what they picked to watch first.” He said handing Ivy the tray of cookies and Iris the bowl of popcorn.

With a light laugh you looked over at his miffed expression. Had to be the twins' absolute favorite movie. “Hercules?”

“It’s so wildly inaccurate!” He complained immediately as he grabbed the tray of drinks and followed you down the hall. “Uh, to start with, Hera isn’t even his mother. In fact she hates that kid. I never wanted to kill the kid, she did. And honestly, I don’t blame her. He’s a perpetual frat boy like his father.”

“Mmhmm.” You hummed in agreement, though you knew you probably didn’t need to even acknowledge his complaints as he rambled on.

“Also...I’m not blue! And my hair isn’t made out of fire, what even is that? I have great hair, actually. And I don’t have some insane, uncontrollable temper!” You nodded, amused as he grew heated, “And I’m not a villain, it’s absurd!”

You hummed again as you reached the fort. The blanket fort was really just a room in the house that had been decorated with flowing sheets, fairy lights, and piles of pillows to look like the inside of a blanket fort. Sometimes you would make real ones with the girls, but it had been Amara’s favorite thing to do as a child. Build a fort and read for hours or drag you and her father inside to watch movies, have tea parties or take naps. Eventually you figured it would be easier to just have a blanket fort on hand at all times.

“Right?” Hades directed at you. “Babe… right?”

“Right babe?” Iris said as she put down the popcorn.

“Right babe?” Ivy repeated before putting the cookies next to the popcorn and taking one for herself.

“Right.” You grinned as you sat Lily down amongst the oversized pillows and handed her her favorite stuffed pegasus. “You’re definitely not blue.”

As your husband growled you tried not to laugh. “Y/n...”

“You’re not a villain!” Giggling, you made yourself comfortable. “Honestly, I’m pretty sure they just like the movie because of the music. I don’t think they’re looking for accuracy in the mythology.”

With his lips still pursed at you he sunk down into the cushions as well. You watched as Ivy turned off the lights, and Iris started the movie before they both hurried over and belly flopped onto their father who also happened to be their favorite cushion.

As the movie began Hades reached over the space between you and took your hand. In the brief calm you looked over at him thought maybe it wouldn’t be so bad if he was right and you were pregnant again. In fact he had you feeling that way a lot the last week. He always made you feel like you could handle anything. Everything seemed so easy as long as you were doing it together.

The movie wasn’t even halfway over before your husband was yawning, though he still had enough energy to grumble complaints about almost every scene you’d watched. Having seen it so many times at this point, his whining really was the best part of the whole experience for you. That and the thrilled shrieks Lily let loose every time Pegasus appeared on the screen and the horribly off tune singing from the twins.

“Um dad…” both of you turned to the doorway where your oldest was leaning against the frame. “There’s some lady at the door for you.”

“It’s a little late for a guest,” you looked over at Hades and he shrugged, “Are you expecting someone?”

“No.” He looked back at your daughter, “You get a name?”

Amara scrunched her nose. “I don’t know. Stephanie, maybe?”

“Stephanie…” both of you muttered under your breath before looking at each other in realization.

“Persephone?” He asked.

“Sure, whatever.” the teenager shrugged with disinterest and took off back down the hall.

Hades sighed and dug himself out of the child pile he was in. The twins whining about both the disturbance and the loss of their father as a cushion.

“I’ll be right back.”

“I’ll go with you.” You said quickly popping up to your feet with more energy than you’d had all day.

He looked over at you with a raised eyebrow. “I can handle it.”

“And I can watch you handle it.” You smiled back sweetly before picking up Lily.

“Us too.” The twins offered in unison as they clamored over the pillows on the floor.

“It’s a field trip!” You said enthusiastically, your husband laughed knowing exactly why you were going with him and it wasn’t just to watch him take care of things.

“Field trip!”

The twins shouted in tandem as they skipped down the hall ahead of the both of you. You watched them, surprised that they had chosen to copy you. Hades looked at you for a long moment, clearly amused, before snaking an arm around you. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him. It was never about not trusting him. It was always about her. You didn’t understand why she was always coming around for no reason. Popping her head into your lives when you least expected it. You knew she was an idiot for letting him go and part of you worried that she knew it now too.

“Hi Stephanie.” Iris said as she opened the door to your unexpected guest.

“Hi Stephanie!” Ivy greeted her as well.

“Thing One...Thing Two, backup please.” Hades said, directing the two girls from the door, before looking up at your guest. “Persephone.”

“Hades.” She said and looked over at you with a bit of a scowl. “Good evening, Y/n. I didn’t expect a whole welcoming committee.”

“Field trip!” Iris shouted.

“Field trip!” Ivy followed.

“I assume you came here with a purpose?” Hades asked, still blocking the door.

“This is how you greet your guests?” She asked.

“No, this is how we greet you.” You said kindly, but the bite was prevalent.

Persephone let out a scoff, “I’m just here for some things I forgot.”

“And you’re just thinking of them now? A thousand years later?” You asked.

“You know,” she smirked “I forgot what a bitch you were.”

“Hey!” Hades threw his hand up, “Do not speak to my wife like that ever, especially not in front of our children.”

“No, love, she’s right.” You said calmly, “I am a bitch. It’s good that she recognizes that. Now please, come in. The faster you get your things the faster you can leave.”

Hades opened the door for Persephone and she stepped inside, eyeing the foyer. She didn’t say anything as she took off the cloak she’d been wearing and tossed it to your husband like he was a coat rack.

“So…you didn’t have this before” she said with a slight sneer as she gestured to the baby. “Aren’t you two done yet?”

“Leirion!” Hades plucked the baby from your arms enthusiastically, too in love with your daughter to even recognize the disgust in Persephone's tone. “Yes, my beautiful little Lily.”

“Lily…” she hummed, “That’s a little curious, isn’t it?”

“What’s curious?”

“Well if I’m keeping track properly, that makes Lerion or Lily. Agallis and Hedera or Iris and Ivy. And Amaranth.” She looked around, “Any other children I’m forgetting?”

“What’s your point, Seph?” Hades asked, adjusting Lily in his arms so that she was more comfortable.

“You named your daughters after flowers and plants.” She grinned, “Hades, darling, you’re making almost too obvious that you’re still not over me.”

“This bitch…” you muttered under your breath.

“Seph, and I can not stress this enough,” Hades sighed, “ the only person who can’t get over you is you.”

“Hades,” she pouted, lifting her fingers to his cheek. “You wound me.”

“Good.” You said with a roll of your eyes. “Can we please go get your things?”

You tried to make quick work of Persephone’s visit but you could tell she was trying to drag it out, requesting a tour of nearly every room from the foyer to her old room even though she’d seen them all before. Not to mention her old room was, of course, the furthest a room could possibly be.

The twins loved the trek through the house. They sprinted, skipped, hopped, and jumped their way down every hall. Sometimes going so far ahead they had to double back. Lily did not enjoy it as much, growing tired and cranky in her father's arms with every new corridor. You weren’t much further when Hades stopped and squeezed your hand.

“I’m going to split off here.” He said, giving Lily a kiss on her forehead. “She needs to be put to bed. Persephone, my kind and beautiful wife will escort you the rest of the way to get your things.”

“She will?” You asked with a tight lipped smile.

“And she won’t be murdering anyone in front of our daughters.” He smiled and tilted his cheek towards you.

“She won’t?” You leaned in to grant him his kiss.

“Good night, Seph. Safe travels home.” He politely offered a goodbye to a very putout looking Persephone.

For that very brief moment you found you could actually relate to your husband's ex wife. You pouted along with her as you watched his back retreat down a separate corridor. You definitely hadn’t wanted to see him leave but a smile found its way to your face at the knowledge that Hades knew you’d prefer to be alone with Persephone over him being alone with her. That’s why he hadn’t asked you to take Lily instead.

After persisting down a few more hallways you finally reached her old room, and you watched as she stopped before the door.

“Oh, anything of yours won’t be in there.” You said as she pushed the door open, “That’s just another playroom now.”

As soon as there was even an inch worth of opening the twins plowed inside. Persephone stood in the doorway of the brightly lit room, frozen and wide eyed. You grinned as she took in what had once been her room. Scattered toys all over the stained carpets, finger paintings and crayon art lining the lower halves of the walls. In the center of the room there was a marble statue with a red superhero cape, a rainbow clown wig, bright blue eyeshadow and lopsided lipstick.

Persephone’s face snapped toward yours with a glare. “Is that me?”

“Yes,” you answered simply, “The girls really love playing dress up. So we brought that old thing in here. Recently they’ve been practicing their makeup skills.”

“And my children’s statues?”

“They’re still out in the gardens.” You smiled, “With the rest of the family, where they belong. Melinoe actually stopped by last month for lunch with Hades and to meet the baby. Sounded like it had been awhile since you’d seen her. She’s doing very well, if you were curious.”

She cleared her throat roughly, “Where have my things been moved?”

“If I had to guess,” you hummed, “the junk room.”

You called the twins from the playroom and brought Persephone down a few more halls. When you opened the door to the junk room it was like looking directly into Marie Kondos worst nightmare. It was filled to the rafters with almost everything from every room that had once been decorated by Persephone and then redecorated by you. You’d tried your best to only keep the things that were priceless and irreplaceable. It turned out she’d had a penchant for both when it came to decorating. Room packed with things that weren’t meant for touching became a real issue with so many kids.

She sighed deeply, “How am I supposed to find anything in here?”

“I’d offer to help you if I thought you were actually here looking for something.” You leaned against the doorframe, “I think it’s obvious, however, that you’re only here because you’re obsessed with my husband and you're under some delusion that you might be capable of seducing him. I suppose I should let you know, it’s never going to happen. You lost your chance with Hades long ago and you’re never getting him back. Even if he didn’t want me he would still never go back to you, because he knows now what he’s worth. And he’s worth far more than anything you could ever offer him.”

Persephone looked over at you but didn’t acknowledge what you’d said. She grabbed the closest thing to her, without even a glance towards it. It had been a book of unpublished works by Emily Dickinson.

“Found it.” She said before slinking passed you out of the room.

The walk back to the foyer was much quicker and far less chatty. It was more like a warden walking a prisoner down death row than anything else. With the exception of two loud, cheerful girls singing Disney songs that they didn’t know all of the words to. When you thought about it you realized that, in and of itself, was probably a tortuous experience for Persephone as well. While she put her coat on you opened the door for her.

“Have a lovely evening, Sephy.” You said with a small wave, “Get home safe!”

“It’s Persephone.” She glared.

“I know what your name is. And you know I know what your name is.”

With a huff she turned on her heel and headed out into the stormy night. Several bolts of lightning shot through the sky, and there was a crackle of thunder that shook your home. You wondered briefly who Zeus was having it out with tonight or if perhaps your own anger had manifested into a storm.

“Bye Stephanie!”

You grinned as your girls waved goodbye as well and then herded them back into the house before shutting the door. When you turned around you saw your teenager sitting on the staircase with a giant smile on her face, one that matched her father's gummy smile. Her dog, Ligo, was awkwardly trying to fit her body on a single step and failing miserably.

“What’s so funny?” You asked.

“Nothing really,” she said, “That was pretty cool, mom. You were all ‘not my house, not my man’. You’re such a bad bitch.”

You snorted out a laugh, you knew you should reprimand her for cursing but it was too amusing. “Thanks, kid.”

“Dad’s really lucky. You love him a lot.”

“I love you a lot too.”

“Gross, don’t ruin it.” She scowled.

“Sorry,” you chuckled, “I keep forgetting you have to pretend like having people care about you is the absolute worst thing in the world.”

She rolled her eyes, “Can I ask you something?”

“Always.” You leaned against the banister, watching the twins chase each other down the hallway and then back again. Good, you thought, let them run themselves out.

“Do you think you could ask dad if I can go to a party next weekend?”

“Topside?” You asked curiously.

“No…” You raised an eyebrow, that was curious. “It’s on Olympus.”

“I see.” Though he’d definitely gotten closer to his family in the last century, Hades still had strong feelings about Zeus and that side of the family. “What’s it for?”

“Nothing.” She shrugged, “Look, I know what he’ll say. He doesn’t want me going there, getting influenced by a bunch of ‘narcissistic douchebags’. And I get it, most of the cousins aren’t that great and I wouldn’t want to hang out with them anyway.”

“But…”

“But…” she sighed, “there’s one guy that’s been coming around. He comes from Poseidon’s side. He’s really funny, and he’s smart and he’s not like the other ones. I think dad would really like him. If he weren’t, you know, a boy that I was interested in.”

You scrunched your nose, “Isn’t it weird? He’s like your cousin.”

“Don’t be gross.” She groaned, “He’s so far down Poseidon’s family tree he doesn’t even fit on the parchment. He’s Poseidon’s sons sons sons sons sons sons son a million times over. And do you know how hard it is for people like us to go topside and find love? Immortals? Gods? For like a thousand reasons it’s the absolute worst. It’s impossible. And even if I did find someone and they didn’t run for the hills when I mention my dad was Hades, I’d have to watch them get old and die. Or worse. I’ve read all our family history, I know the lore. I know it doesn’t work out for me or for them, ever. It never works out. I think you forget that you and dad aren’t the standard, you're the exception.”

You grinned. “If you know it all, you know her name is Persephone not Stephanie. Yet you continue to call her that to her face whenever she comes around.”

Your daughter shrugged and looked down at her feet. “Yeah. So? I do not and will not treat anyone that treated dad that way with respect. They don’t deserve it.”

“I will talk to your dad.” Her eyes lit up as she looked over at you, “But! You have to ask him first.”

“He’ll say no!” She argued.

“Maybe, maybe not. Ask him. Tell him about the boy. If he says no then I will talk him into letting you go.” she looked at you confused, “He’s your dad. He just wants to be a part of your life, so let him be. Plus if something actually happens with this guy you definitely don’t want to blindside him with it later. Be honest. Trust him like you trust me. Who knows, maybe he’ll say yes.”

“Right.” She rolled her eyes.

“Take your sisters upstairs and get them ready for bed.” You said with a small smile, “I promise you’ll go to your party. Just ask your dad.”

With a huff she stood up and started up the stairs, “Thing One. Thing Two. Let’s go, you little demons.”

“Thank you.” You called after her, “I love you.”

The twins sped past her on the stairs, startling Ligo into chasing after them and they released matching shrill shrieks.

She turned her head, just barely, and as if it was the hardest thing she’d ever had to mutter in her life she said, “Love you too.”

With a sigh you made your way down the hall to the blanket fort to clean up the movie night snacks. After picking up spilled popcorn and half eaten cookies, and stacking up drink cups you stood up straight.

“She’s right.”

��Oh my god!” You gasped and jumped in surprise almost spilling your armful. When you turned around you saw Hades in the door.

“Yes, I am, aren’t I.” He grinned. “Your god.”

“Why is everyone in this house always sneaking around?” You asked with a roll of your eyes that matched perfectly with your daughters. “Who’s right and about what?”

“Amara. I’ll say no.”

You handed him the stacked cups and nudged him down the hall to the kitchen, “Why?”

“She’s too young. What’s she interested in boys for anyway?” He complained, “And not to mention, I very much enjoy when you talk me into things.”

“I could always just talk you into saying yes now if that's what you want.” You said as you reached the kitchen.

“Okay.”

Dumping the trash into the bin you looked over your shoulder at him, “Seriously?”

“Yeah. Talk me into it.” You watched as he leaned back against the counter.

“Thing is I don’t think you actually want me to talk.” He didn’t say anything, but he didn’t need to. His eyes were black and heavy lidded while you stepped towards him. “It’ll have to be quick.”

With a nod of acknowledgement he leaned forward and kissed you, his tongue dipping between your lips as you unbuttoned his pants. While he continued to kiss you, you pulled him from his pants and stroked his already half hard cock. When he groaned against your mouth you knew he was ready.

“Keep your eye on the door.” You said quietly.

Then you dropped to your knees and took him into your mouth. Hands clutching the counter top he tried to keep an eye out on the door but was finding it difficult. His chest heaved slightly as your tongue swirled around the overly sensitive skin at his tip. The taste of skin and salty precum spread over your tongue.

“Oh..fuck.” His eyes rolled back as the room filled with just the sloppy sound of his dick getting stuffed in your mouth and the soft moans you released around him.

One of his hands dropped to the back of your head, and you lifted your eyes to meet his. He could only tolerate waiting another minute before pulling you back up to your feet. After a quick kiss he moved behind you, pushing your hips into the counter. His mouth latched on between your neck and shoulder.

“Do you want me?” He asked like there was a chance you wouldn’t, but his hands had already started tugging your short shirt styled dress over your hips.

“Yes.” You begged while he tugged your leggings down to your knees, “Please, I want you so much.”

He brushed his fingers between your thighs. You could hear that his fingers were in his mouth when he groaned, “You’re so wet.”

There was a pop as he removed his fingers from his mouth and the lewd image of the action in your mind, which you’d seen so many times before, had you gulping. You had to bite down on your fist hard to keep from moaning too loud when he finally sunk himself inside of you. He was thick and filling.

“You have to…” you gasped, “faster.”

His palm slammed against your mouth as he sped up and the moans that fell from your lips grew louder.

“Shhh.” He hushed you, “You have to be quiet for me.”

“I’m trying.” You whimpered. Pushing yourself off the counter you leaned back onto his chest, “Oh, my love.”

His forehead pressed to the side of your head as he grunted with each thrust beside your ear. “Will you cum?”

“Yes.” It came out like a whisper, but it felt louder, “Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes!”

Fist slamming down on the counter, your body tensed as your orgasm pulsed around him. For a moment he sped up. His fingers digging into your hips like knives. Then his own hips sputtered to a stop. Dropping his forehead to rest against your back he tried to catch his breath. With a satisfied sigh you slipped your arms forward until your top half was lying flat against the cool marble counter.

“That was...unexpected.” You laughed as you lazily moved your hand to the drawer to your left, pulled out a dish towel and held it behind you.

“I wasn’t sure you would do it.” Hades said as he took the towel and moved it between your thighs to wipe up the mess the two of you had made. “I should have known better. You absolute goddess.”

The both of you were quiet as you finished cleaning up yourselves and the kitchen. Quiet and happy, you moved around each other. Giggling like school kids that shared some trivial secret and sneaking quick kisses.

Once you were finally making your way up the stairs you squeezed his fingers, “Thank you.”

“What for?”

“For always giving me exactly what I want.” You blushed lightly thinking about how needy you were. About how you had just complained to him the other day about him not wanting you enough.

He laughed, “That was just as much for me as it was for you, but you’re welcome regardless.”

Before heading to bed you said your good nights to Amara and tucked in the twins who requested a spooky story since it was still storming so badly outside. While Hades took care of story time you took the chance to jump into the shower before bed. After your nightly routine was complete you found him already stretched out on his side of the bed.

“Tonight was interesting.”

“In more ways than one.” He said as he eyed the pages of the book he’d been reading.

You bit your lip as you looked over at him. “It was weird seeing Persephone. I wonder what she was really doing here.”

“Who knows?” He flipped a page over, “I didn’t understand her motives back then, I understand them even less these days.”

“She was dressed really fancy for just a visit here. She did look kind of nice.” and then under your breath you muttered, “At least her stupid perky boobs did.”

Hades only shrugged, “I don’t think she seemed any nicer than normal. She was kind of rude, actually.”

“No, I said she looked nice. Like she was pretty…” you tried to seem casual as you set down the hairbrush you’d been twisting around in your hands.

“Eh.” You watched as he finally closed his book, dropping it on the nightstand. “I don’t really see her appeal much anymore.”

Sitting down on the mattress a smile spread over your face and you turned off your lamp before slipping closer beside him. “She did seem greener than our gardens with envy.”

He lifted his arm so you could tuck into his side as you did nearly every single night since the first night you shared in the forests of Asphodel.

“I’m not sure she was the only one.” He chuckled.

“What are you suggesting?”

“You know I’ve seen Persephone more in the last century than I did almost the entire time we were married?” He asked, “I’ll be absolutely honest, I’ve loved every single time she’s popped up. Not because I enjoy seeing her, but because every single time you radiate jealousy. And I can’t pretend it doesn’t make me happy, how possessive you get.”

“I do not get possessive and jealous!” You smacked his chest and he laughed.

“Yes, you do. I don’t know why, there’s never been any need, but you do.” He grinned and pressed a kiss into the top of your head, “So go on, ask your questions.”

Even in the dark he knew you were rolling your eyes. It was only because you were annoyed that he knew you so well. That you were so predictable. You didn’t know why you had to ask, you wished you didn’t have to, but it always calmed you. It always made you feel better. So every time Persephone came around since she did the very first time when she showed up at your wedding, you asked the questions.

“Do you think she loves you?”

“I think she covets things that aren't hers.”

“Do you still have feelings for her?” You asked, “Is there any part of you, no matter how small, that wishes you were with her?”

“No.” He said simply, “And absolutely not.”

“I’m still prettier than her, right?” You asked, rubbing your hand over his chest.

He placed his free hand over yours and gave it a squeeze. “She doesn’t even come close, she never has.”

“And you love me?” You whispered.

“Endlessly.” He cupped the back of your head in his palm and leaned in to kiss your forehead.

You sighed, finally content. “Okay, let’s go to bed.”

When you woke up you were not surprised to find two tiny feet in your face. It was actually pretty common to find several extra bodies in your bed the morning after a bad storm. The little heart shaped mole on the heel told you it was Iris. You half remembered Hades getting up in the early morning to get Lily, which would be why she was starfished over his chest. You weren’t sure if the twins had climbed onto the bed before or after that though. Regardless, they were there now.

What did surprise you was Amara sleeping, cuddled into your side. With a smile you leaned over and gave her a gentle kiss on the top of her head. It felt like it had been a hundred years since the last time she’d let you hold her. She never came in during storms anymore. She actually reminded you of yourself a little, stubborn and independent. Never too far away, you found Ligo trying to curl up at the end of the bed like she was a little dog when she absolutely was not.

“Suns out today.” Hades yawned as he woke.

Ivy popped her sleepy head up from the other side of him. “Suns out.”

“Suns out.” Slightly delayed, Iris’ sleepy voice came from under the blanket. You gave a light tickle to the soft skin on the bottom of her feet and she tucked herself under the blanket completely with a giggle.

“We should have a picnic outside. I’m sure the dogs miss the monsters. Gods know the monsters miss the dogs.”

You nodded and turned to Amara. “Will you join us for a picnic?”

Eyes still closed she nodded and hummed in agreement. Then she pulled the blanket over her head and buried herself deeper into your side.

Breakfast was light as you prepared for a big lunch. Hades took the twins out to the garden to pick fresh fruits and vegetables and Amara stayed in the kitchen to help you prepare the food and organize everything into the baskets. You were glad the sky stayed clear, not sure what you’d do with the girls if they weren’t allowed to see the dogs for another day.

Once lunch was prepared you slipped into the restroom for a moment alone. A moment quickly became thirty minutes. Standing in front of the sink you stared down at the thin piece of plastic on the counter with its one line. You weren’t sure why you were still waiting. It was only supposed to take ten minutes. The answer was clear. Still you waited and watched, willing that second line to appear.

“Mom?” Amara’s knock on the door made you jump and you hurried to trash the test and wash your hands, “Are you okay? Everyone went outside.”

“I’m fine.” You called back. “I’m coming right now.”

With Amara by your side, each of you with a hefty picnic basket in tow, you went outside. You followed the path through the garden to a set of steps inlaid in the grassy slope that lead down to the meadow where Hades already was with the younger girls. You couldn’t stop the smile that grew on your face when you saw Cerberus stretched out on the grass, soaking up the sun, beside your husband. Just a man and his giant three headed dog.

His four boy pups, which you felt could hardly be called pups as they were all the size of small horses, were running around the meadow, chased enthusiastically by the twins. Despite their massive size you never worried about the girls with the dogs. The three headed pups had been born just after the twins and they had grown up together. The boys had always been delicate and cautious with them. It nearly broke their hearts when the pups had grown too large to come into the house and they started to roam around the underworld, learning from their father how to hunt for escaped souls and protect the gates.

Lucky for everyone Ligo was there to save the day. She was the runt of the litter, hence her name. However a runt in Cerberus’ litter was still massive. A single headed, extra fluffy, perfectly normal looking, two hundred pound leonberger. She was considered a family dog but everyone knew Amara was her true owner. The two of them were inseparable.

Reaching the blankets your husband had laid out, with no help from the twins, you put down your basket. Having followed the two of you outside, Ligo plopped down in the grass next to her father, and Amara started to put out the food. You’d have offered to help if you didn’t know your ocd daughter already knew where she wanted things to go. Instead you stepped behind Hades and wrapped your arms around him, leaning your forehead against his shoulder with a sigh.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, “What's wrong, Beautiful?”

“Nothing.” You muttered.

With that obvious lie he turned around in your arms. Lily was secured against his chest in her baby wrap. You smiled when you saw her big bright eyes looking up at you, and pressed a kiss on the top of her baby soft head.

“What’s the matter?” He asked again, lifting your chin so you were forced to look at him.

“Nothing’s the matter.” You shrugged. “You were wrong though.”

“That seems unlikely,” he scoffed, “what am I supposedly wrong about it?”

“I checked...I’m not pregnant.”

“Oh.” He frowned and then looked at you confused, “That's a good thing isn’t it? You didn’t really want another baby.”

“No. I guess not.” You said with a small smile.

With a sad sigh he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you into his side. He buried his nose in your hair with a satisfied hum while you smoothed the hair on Lily’s head.

“We still have Lil.” He said, “Lily, remind your mother you're still a baby and that it’s okay if we don’t have another one right away.”

She only smiled up at you, babbling something incoherent. With a small laugh you held him tighter. “I love you.”

“Wait, do you mean me or Lil?” He asked with faux concern.

“I’ll never tell.” You grinned. “Let’s eat.”

“Yes.” he agreed and leaned in to give you a quick kiss.

You hummed in delight as the stubble on his face scratched your lips. “Mmm, stubble kisses are back.”

“You can expect them all week.” he laughed.

Hades called the twins over for lunch and six of you stretched out on the blankets. The pups played for a little longer before sinking down in the grass themselves for a lazy afternoon nap. You definitely didn’t get moments like this with all of you. Managing souls and the underworld kept Hades and yourself busy. The girls had daily time with grandmother followed by lessons with their tutors. It just wasn’t often you got to spend time all together like this. It made you realize just how much you were looking forward to the rest of your week off with your family.

Once the twins were fed they calmed down significantly. That only meant instead of running around they were quietly tying pink ribbons to Cerberus’ fur. The once ferocious beast had been beaten down by fatherhood until he wasn’t much more than an exhausted ball of fluff that just wanted a moment of peace and rest. Ultimately he didn’t care what the girls did as long as he got the occasional belly rub in return for his patience.

You’d been testing fruits with Lily to see what she might be ready to eat and what she liked. Raspberries were so far a success. Hades was reading his book again and when you looked over you caught Amara anxiously circling her thumbs in her lap as she eyed her oblivious father.

“Umm.” She started hesitantly and you darted your eyes back to Lily, knowing your added attention would throw her off. “Daddy?”

“Yes, Princess?” He hummed, placing his book on his lap to give her all of his attention.

You could feel the nervousness radiating off of her. She seemed even more timid with his eyes on her. “Well, you see…I was just wondering. Could I get your permission for.. can I- Would it be okay if I went this weekend to Olympus?”

“What would you need to go there for?” He asked, not unkindly, before taking a drink of wine.

“Just, uh,” she gulped, “there’s a get together I was invited to.”

“You mean a party?” He asked.

“Kind of, I guess. It’s not for anything. It’s just a hangout.”

“I didn’t realize you had friends there that you’d want to hang out with.” He said grabbing a slice of pear off of your plate.

“I don’t.” She said quickly.

Hades raised an eyebrow, “If you don’t have friends that will be there why do you want to go?”

Her mouth dropped as she realized her mistake. “Well, I don’t really have friends there, persay. There’s just one person I’m friends with. They’re going to be there. They wanted me to go too...”

“What’s her name? Do I know her?”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing. Under your breath you whispered a quick, “You’re so mean.”

He only smirked beside you, picking up more fruit off your plate.

“Uh. It’s a he. Ah-he’s a boy” she stuttered out. “My friend is a boy.”

“A boy?” Hades asked, “Zeus’ sons are worse than his daughters. You wouldn’t want to be friends with them. You’re too smart. What’s his name?”

“He’s not one of Zeus’ sons. He’s Posideons’ great great great great-“

“I’m sure he’s a great boy, tell me his name, Amara.” With that you smacked your husband on his thigh.

“Alec.”

“Alec and Amara…” he hummed thoughtfully. “That’s sort of cute.”

“Daddy, please. Just say no already so I can stop making a fool of myself.” She sighed in defeat.

“Princess. I’m hurt. Why would you assume I’d just say no?”

Amara looked at you suspiciously and then back to her father, “Are you not...saying no?”

“Some would even call it saying yes.” He grinned.

“Are you joking? Daddy, that’s not funny. Are you serious? I can go?” She nearly screamed.

He nodded, “Under two conditions.”

“Anything!”

“Ooop,” you shook your head, “I do not suggest agreeing to just anything your father wants so quickly. I’ve made that mistake.”

“One.” He ignored you, “I want to meet this Alec. Your mother and I will go with you to Olympus. We’ll meet the boy and take you home when the night is over.”

“And two?” She asked.

“I need you to watch the little ones, just one day this week.” He said simply, “I want to treat your mother to a nice day, so I need you to take care of your sisters.”

“Yes!” Amara agreed wide eyed, “I’ll do it! I agree!”

Hades shrugged, “Okay then.”

“Really? Okay?” She hopped on her knees. “I can really go?”

“Did I not just say so?”

“Thank you!” She screamed and threw herself at her father, tackling him to the ground in a hug, “Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! I’m so happy! Thank you, Daddy!”

Excited by Amara’s reaction Ligo hurried over and started licking Hades face.

“Alright!” He laughed, “Alright! It’s not even a big deal. You’re acting like I don’t say yes to everything you women want already.”

The rest of the weekend went by quickly as nothing more than lazy mornings turning into lazy afternoons that rolled into lazy nights. It was mostly time spent letting Things One and Two run around like maniacs and forcing Amara to read her books in the presence of her family instead of reading her books hidden away. You cooked meals together in the kitchen and ate them outside in the gardens. In the evenings you took walks around the underworld with the pups, and curled up together to watch movies at night.

With hardly any warning, on Tuesday evening Hades advised both you and Amara that the next day would be the day he was taking you away. When you asked him if you needed to bring anything he only laughed and sarcastically advised you to pack your passport. The next morning started off early. Hades had woken you up before sunrise. You threw on some jeans and one of his shirts and the two of you started your trip. It took you until you were halfway there to even wake up completely, but once you did you knew exactly where he was taking you.

The Towers of Elysium were a blinding white in the fresh light of the sun. And you were bursting with excitement at the sight. You may have visited them nearly every day when you went to visit your grandmother, but you never got to visit for yourself much. Not at all actually, not since the first time.

“What do you think?” Hades asked as you got off the elevator on the highest floor. “Will this do for a day away.”

“I think it’s perfect.”

Standing in front of the door he looked over at you, “Go on then. Wherever you want to go.”

When you opened the door you were unsurprised to be wrapped in the smell of ocean air. It had been such a long time since you’d visited this place, but the memories of it remained clear in your mind. The living room was showered in sunlight from outside and ocean air was moving in through the drapes that covered the open sliding glass door in the living room. Moving inside you smiled as you saw the red gerberas in their vases. It was exactly as you’d left it.

“How did I know?” Hades grinned as he stepped inside with you.

“We can roll play.” You said as you kicked off your shoes. “You can be Jiyong and I’ll be me.”

With a sigh he lifted his hand. Fingers gently sinking into your hair before roughly pulling you close. His lips sucked aggressively at yours in a kiss until you were moaning into his mouth. Then he pulled away slowly and looked at you.

“Do you love him more than me?” He asked almost sadly.

“Jiyong gave you to me.” You rubbed your thumb against his pouty cheek. “He brought me here. How can I not be grateful?”

Your eyes passed over Hades face and you realized how upset he was, though he was trying his best to hide it. You could still see the subtle downward curve of his mouth, the faint single worry line that crossed his brow. Things that you had noticed from watching him for a century.

“Are you really that upset?” Even though you knew he was, you asked because it confused you. “It was just a silly suggestion. It didn’t mean anything.”

“I just want to be enough.” He shrugged and left a casual kiss on your forehead before moving into the living room. “We’ve been together awhile, maybe now you’re realizing I’m not enough for you.”

“Not enough?” You laughed, genuinely laughed before following him to where he’d crashed down on the couch on his back. After climbing on top of him you grabbed his chin, making him face you. “Hades, you are everything. I will call you whatever you want me to.”

Accepting your feelings on the matter he smiled up at you and said simply, “Not close enough.”

Knowing what he meant you laid down on his chest so he could wrap his arms around you. You weren’t tired but you closed your eyes anyway and stayed that way. Just listening to him breathe. In the back of your head you thought of about a million other things the two of you could be doing with what would ultimately be a short day with no kids and no responsibilities. Still nothing you thought of sounded as good as this. Then you realized that nothing would ever be better because existing in his arms was paradise for you. It was exactly what you wanted. It was what you thought about all the time.

“Have you ever been really mad at me and just never told me?” You mumbled into his chest after nearly an hour of silence between the two of you and barely any movement beyond his fingertips moving gently up and down your back.

He shook his head. “Never.”

“We don’t fight, not really. Not ever.” You slid your hand up his neck, letting your fingers brush the ends of his hair. “I can’t remember if you’ve ever even yelled at me.”

“Of course I haven’t. Why should I?”

“I don’t know.” You shrugged, “You don’t think it’s weird? You don’t think we should?”

“Why would I ever want to fight with you?” He asked, confused.

“I don’t know! I thought it was supposed to be healthy for couples to fight sometimes. When was the last time we really disagreed on something? Why don’t you ever say no to me?”

“I’ve told you, because I don’t want to.” He said earnestly. “I want to do everything you ask and give you everything you want. So that’s exactly what I do.”

“Do you?” You asked, “Do you truly want to?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I just think it’s strange. I hope you know that it’s okay if you want to say no to me.” You frowned, “Even if you worry it would upset me. I know you worry, needlessly, all the time that I’ll want to leave you like she did, but it would take a lot more than a disagreement to push me away.”

“Well that’s a little arrogant, don’t you think?” He joked, “You may be the sexiest woman I have ever known but I’m not so tied around your finger that I could never say no to you even if I wanted.”

“Oh!” You laughed, “And here I thought you were wrapped around my finger.”

“Are you wrapped around mine?” He asked quite simply.

“You wish.” You laughed. “I can say no to you. I disagree with you.”

Taking a deep breath he raised his eyebrow. “When? When’s the last time you said no to me? Or were genuinely angry with me? The last time you disagreed with something I said?”

Your forehead creased as you tried to remember and his face grew more smug with every moment that passed. You shook your head, “I don’t know. I can’t remember. Maybe I am wrapped around your finger.”

“Do you know why I don’t argue with you? Why it isn’t worth it to me to disagree with you over petty things and cause trouble between us?” He asked, “Would you feel better if you knew why I let things go so easily and do everything in my power to assure that you are happy?”

“Yes.”

”Honestly, I really just don’t want us to be upset with one another.”

“Ever?”

He nodded. “I fought with Persephone nearly everyday we were together. I fight with her now, even though we aren’t together. We were constantly bickering. I was always angry and frustrated. I was always hurting. For a time I forgot what happiness felt like. I hated it so much. I don’t ever want that with you. I want exactly what we have.”

“I hate her for the number that she did on you.” You said before leaving a kiss on his cheek.

He shook his head. “I’d relive every second of it as long as it still brought me to you.”

You blushed lightly as you remembered Amara’s words from the other night, “In that case, let’s never fight. We can always be the exception, never the standard.”

Soon after that you finally peeled yourself off of him and the two of you started your day in earnest. Hades made you watch him cook an entire feast for breakfast, only allowing you to help by pouring him a glass of chocolate milk which you promptly drank half of. After that you decided you wanted to do it all. The pair of you splashed around together out on the beach and lounged by the pool afterwards. Still full from breakfast, for lunch you packed some snacks into a backpack and then took a walk through the forest for a light picnic. When you finally made it back in the late afternoon you squished together in a hammock outside. The intent was for a nap but it ended up being an hour of kissing, which you enjoyed just as much if not more.

Dinner was later than usual, as you were pretty reluctant to climb out of the hammock, but it was deliciously filling. Once you’d eaten you moved back outside to the patio where you curled up beside Hades and he read to you from his book. You didn’t understand the story since you’d missed the entire first half but you weren’t paying much attention to anything outside of the sound of his voice anyway. Since finding out you weren’t actually pregnant you couldn’t stop thinking about the disappointment you’d felt. You’d really thought that you didn’t want another child right away. Your hands were so full as it was and it wasn’t like you were in a rush. Still you were unable to push away the thought.

Before you finished up outside you had a realization. You knew what it was that you really wanted. You figured out what it was you felt you were missing. After a quick shower you threw on some comfortable pajamas and moved into the bedroom. You thought to wear something sexy and enticing, but you weren’t entirely sure if he would agree and didn't want to feel too foolish. Ready for bed, you bounced as sweetly as possible across the mattress until you were finally kneeling at his side.

“My love…” he eyed you over the top of his book as you rolled your lip between your teeth. “I want another baby.”

Closing the book, he laid it gently on the nightstand and looked over at you. “I’m sorry, did you just say you wanted another baby?”

“Yes.” You nodded.

His eyes lit up like you were fireworks in the night sky. “Why?”

“I’ve given you your daughters.” You said trailing your fingernail down his chest.”Now I want a son.”

“You know that’s not how it works. We can’t just guarantee a boy because we want it.”

“Then we’ll keep going until we have one.” Your chest tightened and you whispered one last plea, opting to use your husband's name, in hopes that he’d realize the seriousness of your request “Hades, please.”

He pushed himself onto his knees in front of you, his hand lifting to your neck. Without another word he pulled you in for a kiss. Your hands flew to his cheeks and your body melted into his, the way it always did. His other hand pressed against your back to hold you and he lowered you gently onto the mattress. Waiting until the first tiny moan escaped your lips he pulled away.

Looking down at you his eyes were dark and you could feel a wave of heat crash over your skin. The look made you feel like you couldn’t possibly be any more loved or desired. When he spoke, his voice sent a shiver of pure delight through your veins.

“I will give you a son.”

Your heart was pounding in your chest as he leaned back on his heels. You watched as he pulled your pants, along with your panties, from your legs. With your bare legs propped against his shoulders he trailed his fingertips lightly over your skin from your ankles to your thighs. Your legs quivered while you watched him follow the same trail with his lips. Bending down between your thighs you felt his mouth against your sex and gasped. He tested how slick you were with his fingers and your toes were already curling at the feel.

“I don’t…” you squirmed beneath him. “I don’t think that’s how you make a baby.”

Your thighs attempted to tighten around him but he’d already propped his arm against it. He was an expert and you just happened to be his profession. Dipping his fingers into the hot wet mess of you, he looked up and caught your gaze.

“I think I’ve proven I know how to make a baby.” Keeping his eyes locked with yours he leaned forward and watched you watch him brush his tongue against your clit.

“Yeah,” you agreed breathily, “You got this.”

After a satisfied sigh you fell back onto the blankets and enjoyed the feel of his tongue swirling against your sensitive bud. Your fingers curled around the blanket at your sides, tightening with every slow, intentional pump of his hand. Your knuckles were practically white when he started to move his mouth from you.

With his fingers still curling gently inside of you he eased himself up your body. Inching your shirt up along with him, he kissed every stretch mark that adorned your hips. He praised the scar you got from giving birth to the twins with his lips as well. His free hand moved over your stomach, his fingers stretching out over where he imagined the baby would sit. Unable to help yourself you ran your fingers through his hair.

“I love every version of you.” he said before leaving another kiss on your skin, “But one of my favorite versions of you, is the one were you’re round with my babies.”

His eyes trailed up your body until they locked with yours and that act alone made the hot coils inside of you tighten.

“Oh. Oh?” you gasped as his fingertips brushed against your g spot. “I like that.”

“You like it?” He smirked and removed his hand from you long enough to maneuver himself so that he was laying beside you. “You like having my babies?”

“I do.” You nodded while he reached back between your thighs. “I really do.”

“Would you like me to fill you with them?” He seemed truly amused at your body's reaction to his touch as he rubbed circles against your clit. “Shall I give you another?”

“Yes,” you begged, “please.”

He watched the little muscles in your face as they moved and he could tell you were close. “Tell me what you want, say the words.”

“I want to have your baby.” You whimpered,” I want to have all of them.”

Your body trembled with your orgasm as he leaned in and kissed your neck, damp with sweat. “Good.”

“My god…please.” You begged.

Taking deep breaths you pushed him onto his back and crawled on top of him.

“Take this off.” You demanded flicking his shirt.

Reaching down you tugged his pants down his thighs. Already hard, his cock sprung from the underwear you tore from him as well. Tossing his shirt to the side he looked down and watched as you rubbed your soaked cunt against him until he was slick and glistening.

“Fuck.” He groaned, lifting his fist to his lips. “You’re so sexy.”

“I’m glad you still think so.” You grinned and adjusted him beneath you until you were able to ease down onto his lap. Hands on your hips he urged you to move while you tugged your shirt over your head

“Love of my life...” He grunted softly as he reached up to cup your face. “You always fit so perfectly. You were made for me.”

Gasping lightly against his ear you moved with him inside of you. In a mere whisper you said, “No, we were made for each other.”

Your arms rested on his shoulders as you rocked back and forth. Then as a treat for both of you your hips circled his lap. Hooking his arms beneath your legs he flipped you over onto your back and you let out a shriek.

“Hades!” You giggled, while he buried his face in your neck with a playful growl.

Less playfully he said, “I’m gonna fuck you full of babies.”

“Filthy mouth.”

He grinned mischievously, “So clean it with a kiss.”

Digging your fingers into his hair you pulled his mouth to yours. Your tongue brushed his as he began to move his hips. With each plunge came a heady groan from his lips which you met with a pleasured cry of your own that echoed through the room.

“Oh, Hades! I’m cumming.”

You choked out his name as his hand gripped beneath your chin. Gently, he turned your face to the side to elongate your neck. His mouth roughly sucked at your throat and along your jaw. He’d started to slam into you so hard you’d been jostled to the edge of the bed. Finally, when you weren’t sure you could handle any more, his hips stilled with his orgasm.

“Give me everything.”

He stayed buried inside of you while he brushed your hair off your face and kissed your flushed cheeks. “You are the love of each and every one of my lifetimes.”

“I bet you say that to all of your wives.” With a chuckle you pulled his face to yours for a deep kiss. When you opened your eyes afterwards Hades was pouting at you. “What?”

“I’ve only ever said that to you.” He said seriously, “I never said that to her. Not even once.”

“Oh, I was joking. It was just a joke.” you promised, “I meant...because...she’s just your ex. I’m your only wife, silly.”

“It wasn’t funny.”

Grabbing his face with both hands you pulled him down and kissed his face all over. “I’m so sorry. Hades, baby, I’m sorry. Please don’t be upset with me. Think of the baby, we’re supposed to be happy. Don’t you want a happy child?”

“I will be happy when I know that you know it has always been and will always be you.”

“I know. Of course I know.”

“Then we will have the happiest-“ he grunted as he removed himself and moved onto the bed beside you. “child we’ve had yet.”

“Promise you’re not upset.”

“I’m not upset anymore. I promise.” He yawned and tucked into your side.

Sure that he was telling the truth you tightened your grip around his shoulders and held his exhausted body close to yours. Closing your eyes you kissed the top of his damp head and sighed in content. His hand moved gently over your stomach.

“Did it work?” He asked with a small laugh. “Are you pregnant yet?”

“Too soon to tell I think.” Your fingers ran through his hair, “I’d still like for you to do that again…and again...and again. To be sure.”

He yawned once more. “As I told you before, I have no want to deny you.”

“Do you say it like that because you don’t want to do it again?”

“Do not” He growled, landing his flat palm heavy on your bare ass with a loud smack, “question my desire for you.”

“Yes, sir.”

Burying his face in your neck, he kissed your collarbone. “Look at that, we had an argument.”

“Um, that was not...” You shook with laughter at the look on his face. “Nevermind, you’re right, my love.”

The next morning when you arrived home you were pleasantly surprised to see that the palace was not burnt to ashes or in complete shambles. In fact the house was completely clean which you weren’t at all expecting. No dishes in the sink in the kitchen, no toys scattered all over the stairs. Not a single wall had paint or color where it wasn’t supposed to be. Nothing had been broken and hidden in a trash can in an unused room.

You found all of the girls, Ligo included, still passed out in the blanket fort sprawled out over pillows in actual pajamas, which you hadn’t expected either. All except for Lily who was sitting quietly in the middle of a pillow barrier, wide awake. When she caught sight of you she babbled out a cheerfully nonsensical request and threw her arms up for you to pick her up. Both Hades and yourself were excited to find that your children were not only all alive but also completely uninjured. You were so proud of Amara. Everyone had been bathed before falling asleep to movies, and apparently fed properly throughout the day.

You’d been so happy with how things went that you made the girls breakfast before waking them up. And you were so grateful for the care she took in watching her sisters that you told Amara she could have the entire day to herself and that you wouldn’t force her to spend time with all of you. While she did disappear for most of the day she joined in on the evening walk and movie night all on her own. She even joined you again the next morning.

The six of you had been spending time together in the main living room. Amara sat in the big cushy loveseat with her nose tucked deep inside a book. You were laying on the floor with Lily working on getting her to crawl. Your eldest attempted to pretend that she wasn’t interested but you’d seen her several times peeking around her book with a look of hopefulness.

“Come on, Lils!” You encouraged her enthusiastically. “You can do it! Come get Peggy.”

Lily looked at her stuffed Pegasus, dancing in your hand with eyes bulging in excitement. She leaned forward from her sitting position onto her hands and knees.

“Oh you’re so close! My big girl! You can do it!”

She rocked forward a few times like she might attempt it. Then, giving up, she slid down to her belly and started her sloth slow commando crawl. Amara let out a disappointed sigh.

“That’s okay.” You sighed as well and pulled yourself to your knees. “She’s probably just waiting for you father to be here so he can see it too.”

Hades had gone, followed of course by the twins, to let Ligo inside since she’d been running around all morning. As if on cue you could hear the pitter patter of paws sprinting down the hallway. Still nearly a yard away from you Lily paused her crawl as Ligo stormed into the room in a flurry.

“Ligo!” You tried to calm her as she pounced eagerly around you, “Chill.”

You laughed as she sniffed at your sides and then hurried around you in circles before sniffing at you some more. Her tail whipped around like a propeller. She whimpered with excitement as she finally settled down at your side and rested her head on your lap. Her dark eyes looked up at you, big and wide. Her tongue flopped out of her mouth as if she were truly smiling.

“What?” You asked as you scratched between her ears. Then as if she spoke to you with just a look, you knew, and your heartbeat quickened. “What do you know, silly girl?”

“She’s acting weird today.” Hades said as he walked into the room. Ivy and Iris had wrapped scarves around his ankles and were holding on tight. Both of them were giggling profusely as he dragged them along behind him. “She didn’t even wait for her treat when I let her in. Just raced in here to you like a bat out of the underworld.”

You reached up for the treat he’d brought with him and offered it to the dog who accepted it happily. Once he placed the snack bowl on the cushion he collapsed onto the couch. The twins abandoned their scarves and climbed up on their father, or as they seemed to think, their own personal jungle gym.

“Just a house full of daddy's girls.” You mused, scratching between the dogs perked ears.

“Isn't it?” He asked happily.

“Daddy.” Iris said grabbing her ponytail and shoving it into his face, “Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. You said!”

“I know! I know what I said.” He laughed, “Sit.”

He groaned as she slammed herself down onto his lap. You watched as he took out her hair tie and started to part her hair for braiding. Watching him with your children was one of your favorite sights. Hades was such a wonderful father. Sometimes it made you a little sad that he had to wait so long for the opportunity to be loved the way he deserved. It didn’t make sense that anyone could know him and not want to give him the universe.

Feeling your eyes on him, Hades turned to you and grinned at the look on your face. “What are you thinking about?”

“How much I love you.” A dramatic gagging noise emanated from behind Amara’s book but you ignored it, “And what a lovely morning it’s been.”

It was a simple enough statement. Anyone that might have heard it wouldn’t have expected that you meant anything by it. However Hades could tell what you’d been thinking about by the way your bottom lip rolled under your teeth. Your thighs were tense and pressed tightly together beneath you. They had been since he strolled into the room.

Since you’d made your request for another baby clear, he’d been quite determined to fulfill it. You realized pretty quickly that if you’d wanted him all you’d to do was say so, you should have always known. It had only been two days but he’d had you every chance he was given and never wasted a moment. The day before he’d found three windows of opportunity. Once during afternoon naps and twice before bed.

Just that morning before sunrise he’d woken you up to kisses between your thighs, followed by an hour of diligent love making while the room filled with sunlight. Afterwards he even let you go back to sleep while he started his day. And when you woke for a second time and went to shower he joined you there too. You only felt half guilty about the water you wasted while he had you pressed up against the wet tiles.

“Yes,” he agreed, thinking about it as well, “it has been quite nice. I suggest we have many more like it”

Looking just passed Lily, who’d made her way successfully to Peggy, your eyes wandered over to Ligo who had moved and was lying down by Amara’s feet. Her eyes were set on you. Her tail wagging wildly behind her with excitement. Thinking about her curious behavior you said offhand, “I would love that. Though we may not need to.”

Hades looked at you curiously and you just smiled back at him. “Already?”

“Maybe.” You shrugged in an attempt to hold back but the thrill was clear on your face.

“It’s time we should ask the girls what they think.” He said, finishing up Iris’ braid.

“About what?” Amara asked.

“About what?” The twins copied in unison. Ivy crawled into his lap with her sister now that he was done with her hair.

“How would you feel about a little brother?” You asked.

“A boy? With your track record?” Amara grinned at you over the top of her book.

“Hey!” You tried not to laugh and failed, “Hades your daughter is being a bit rude.”

“My daughter.” He smirked, “She gets that from you.”

“What about you little monsters?” You looked over at the twins, “Do you want a baby brother?”

“You will love him more?” Ivy asked, looking up at her father with genuine concern.

“Oh, of course not!” He promised, pulling his little girl into his chest. He grinned over at you and said, “Your mommy might.”

“Hades!” You scolded while he stifled a laugh.

Ivy looked over at you now, eyes already glossy with tears, “Mama?”

Holding back a laugh you watched as your daughter finally tore herself from her father's lap and threw herself at you with a sob. Her little arms wrapped around your neck desperately as if in an attempt to secure your love.

“Sweetie.” You soothed her with a gentle back rub, “Daddy’s joking. He’s being silly.”

Turning towards him the little girl gave her father her best stink face before sinking back into your arms.

Hades continued to laugh, ”Yeah, real daddy’s girl that one is.”

Pulling your daughter close you left a kiss on the top of her head. Leaning in close you whispered, “You’re my favorite, don’t tell.”

Her angry scowl turned into a sweet giggle.

As the sun rose on Saturday, it seemed the week of your vacation had come too soon and was leaving in a flash. All you had left to look forward to was the visit to Olympus with Amara. In an effort to make it a little more exciting for the both of you, Hades has made plans with Ares and Aphrodite for dinner so you had something to do while you waited.

It was nice to dress up. Of course you dressed nicely for judgements everyday, as it was professional. However it was rare you found an excuse to show off. Deep in the closet you found a short black halter dress. You knew you wanted to wear something black so that you could match whatever Hades had chosen for himself.

For judgements he always wore luxurious suits with shiny shoes. His hair would be slicked back and his face severe. At home he was more of a jeans and T-shirt kind of guy. Casual, comfortable clothes for playing with the kids. No matter what he wore, you always seemed to want to devour him whole. You’d been insatiable since the first kiss and he’d kept you that way every day since.

You’d thrown a black, velvet cloak over your shoulders and made your way out of the closet as you tried to clasp it at your neck.

“I’m ready.” You mumbled, as you finally got the clasp hook, and looked up. “Oh...fuck me.”

Your husband stood in front of the mirror adjusting the shirt that he had tucked into his jeans. He wore an incredibly amused expression as he looked at you in the reflection.

“Excuse me?” He chuckled.

“I will not excuse you, sir. Not for this.” You shook your head, “This is absolutely criminal.”

“My queen!” he turned around with a laugh, “Do I look that bad?”

Bad wasn’t the word you would have used to describe the way he looked. A bold pink shirt tucked into ripped black jeans. The top few buttons were left open giving you a tease of the smooth chest hidden underneath. His hair was styled into a pomp and the sides freshly buzzed. His face was cleanly shaved for the first time all week. You wiped at the corner of your mouth where saliva had gathered. Hades bent over, grabbing a leather jacket off the bed.

“What is this now?” you asked, “You can not expect me to let you out of the house in this. What if someone were to see you? Too scandalous.”

Slipping his arms into the jacket he just laughed at you. Once his outfit was complete he pulled you close. His fingers dragged the cloak from your shoulder so that he was free to kiss the exposed skin. He’d barely even touched you at all and you already released a light moan against his ear. Still very amused he kissed your neck and nipped at your jaw before giving you a true kiss.

When he pulled back he grinned, “When I walked into the bakery that day and caught you talking to yourself...I never could have expected you would be such a nympho.”

You raised a mischievous eyebrow, “That’s the thing though, I wasn’t. Not until I met you. My filthy addiction.”

“Calm down, little rabbit.” he gave you another kiss. “We’re about to go into public. Contain yourself.”

“Yes, sir.” you whined.

The youngest of your daughters were left under the care of Soteria as you and Hades went with Amara to Olympus. Your daughter remained completely silent for the entire trip, trembling with nerves as she imagined the worst things that might happen when her father met her love interest. Both of you tried to joke with her and lighten the mood, but it only made her look, increasingly, like she was going to throw up. When you reached Olympus the carriage you rode in took you to the pavilion where the party was to be held. Once you stopped moving Amara bolted out and ran a few yards away to a young boy.

“Oh, he is adorable.” you tried to hold back your squeal but the pair was so cute.

Hades didn’t think so. He let out a huff of air as he watched them out of the window. “I’ve changed my mind. Let’s take her home.”

You reached your hand up and cupped his cheek, “It’s too late. Remember to be nice.”

He only grunted and pulled his sunglasses from the inside pocket of his jacket. When he placed them on his nose you actually gasped.

“What?” he grinned.

“Too sexy. You’re trying to kill me.” you scoffed in disbelief, “I can’t believe this. Get out!”

Laughing as you shoved him from the carriage, he then turned to help you out. Alec was a sweet boy and very clever. He showed a kindness and respect towards you, your husband, and your daughter that you couldn’t help but appreciate. He was definitely a far better companion than any of the sons Zeus had to offer. By the time you and Hades left, to make your way to dinner, he had won you over. Hades was less impressed, but he had become tolerant of the idea.

You’d decided to walk rather than take the carriage, as the home you were headed to wasn’t too far and it was beautiful out that evening. So you left the kids to their party and traveled through the streets of Olympus hand in hand. It hadn’t really occurred to either of you that you’d be stopped by so many gods for a quick chat, that they’d be excited to see the two of you there. It hadn’t felt too horribly long since the last time, but apparently it had been decades. Both of you had been quite missed.

“Hades? Y/n!”

Reaching another pavilion you looked up, only a little surprised to see Hera and Zeus. Hades tensed beside you but you couldn’t help yourself as you dropped his hand in order to hurry over to your friend. Hera threw her arms around you tightly and held you a blink longer than normal before leaning back, keeping you snug in her arms.

“What are you two doing here? I feel like I haven’t seen you in ages.”

“That’s what people keep saying!” you laughed.

Still keeping a distance from his brother Hades moved behind you. “We brought Amara so she could attend a party. Now we’re headed to see Ares and Aphrodite for dinner.”

Zeus awkwardly greeted his brother and you watched for a moment as they shuffled their feet trying to think of something to say to one another.

“So,” Hera beamed as you looked back to her, “it will be difficult with those two, but I’m assuming no wine for you then.”

You heartbeat quickened, “We had thought… maybe, but I wasn’t sure.”

“Well, I’m happy to let you know, you can be sure.” She pulled you in for another hug and whispered against your ear, “Would you like to know?”

With a deep, nervous, breath you looked over at Hades who was attempting an awkward talk with his brother about the proper way to cook lamb. Turning back to Hera you nodded.

“Please.”

She closed her eyes as her forehead pressed gently to yours and her hand dropped to your stomach. Her palm pressed against you, fingers spreading out over your belly. You gulped as she smiled and then let out a little laugh.

“The reign of the women of Hades is ending.” She said as she opened her eyes and finally released you from her arms. “The men are on their way.”

“You’re sure?” You asked as your eyes lit with excitement.

“Am I sure?” She scoffed, and you realized what a dumb question it was to ask her of all people. Then she laughed in full, “Blessings, my sweet sister.”

The two of you chatted for a little longer until the sun was nearly setting. Looking over once or twice you’d even caught Zeus and Hades laughing with one another. And not before too long your husband was reaching his hand out for yours.

“Y/n…” he said kindly, “We have to go or we’ll be late.”

After quick goodbyes the two of you were back on the cobblestone path to your dinner plans. The smile hadn’t dropped from your face since Hera gave you the news and you’d been thinking of a special way to let Hades know. Your skin prickled as you walked as his cool fingers moved the hair from your neck and leaned in to kiss the skin there.

“You’re always so happy when we come here. You get to see your friends.” He mentioned thoughtfully, “Do you wish we lived here instead?”

“No.” You laughed, “I like when we visit because sometimes it’s just nice to go somewhere different. But I love our home.”

“If you’re sure.”

You hummed, looking out at the clouds in their pink and orange sunset hues. “It is a beautiful view though.”

“Here…” he gestured to a small opening off the path. “We can be a little late.”

With his arms wrapped around you, you leaned into his chest and looked out at the view. For a while you watched the way the clouds changed color to reflect the sunset. It felt nice with his hands caressing your back and the warmth of him surrounding you in the brisk chill of the evening.

“I can’t wait.” You whispered.

“For what?”

You leaned back just slightly so you could look at him, “I wanted to wait. I wanted to think of something fun, some silly way to tell you, but I’m too excited. I want you to be excited with me.”

“What are you on about?” He asked, the curiosity clear on his face.

“Hera confirmed.” Your smile was starting to hurt your cheeks, “I’m pregnant.”

“Yeah?” He asked, and when you nodded in confirmation he threw his fist in the air. “Yeah!”

You laughed when he cupped your head and dipped you backwards for a kiss. Pulling you back up he released your lips with a loud pop.

“I told you I knew how to make a baby.” He absolutely beamed. “Didn’t I say?”

“Yes, you did.” you waited a moment for him to calm down. “Hades...there’s more.”

His mouth went slack as he looked at you, searching your face. “No… is it? It’s a boy?”

“It’s a boy.” He grabbed you in his arms and spun you around until you were a mass of dizziness and giggles.

“First try!” He shouted and threw his hand up for a high five.

“First try?” Still laughing you gave him a high five, and he locked his fingers with yours. “More like our fifth try.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I know what you mean.”

“Have I made you as happy as you can be?”

“Happy like you wouldn’t believe.”

Looking at you seriously he pulled you back into his embrace. His fingers moved up your neck until they fisted your hair gently. Pressing his face into your hair he inhaled your scent with a satisfied groan.

He spoke quietly against the top of your head, “Promise me one more time and I’ll never make you do it again. Tell me you’re still certain you want to spend forever together.”

With a sigh of content you looked at him and pulled his mouth to yours, “I swear. I promise. Spending the rest of all eternity with you, isn’t nearly long enough for me. You can make me tell you everyday. It will never not be true.”

Satisfied with your answer he dropped his hand down to yours and linked your fingers together before pulling you back onto the path. As the sky grew dark with night you squeezed his hand and smiled. There was never anything but a feeling of absolute serenity as you walked along the path beside him.

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