aphrodisia

[mycursedface]

Medusa is not, contrary to evidence, asleep.

No.

She merely has her eyes shut and is thinking.

While curled up on Sam's bed, head cushioned on her arm, giving all the appearances of being asleep.

Yes.

[thread contains adult content]

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[mycursedface]

She shivers, and her smile widens. She has to stand close, else it is nothing but water in her face, so it's hand up his water-slick arm and the other resting on his hip.

"Should I ask about you? Not stealing your water?"

[necessary_child]

Sam laughs, softly, hand running down her back and over the curve of her rear.

"You're a terrible thief, it's true. But y'know, I'm friends with Atton, I think I'll cope."

[mycursedface]

"Terrible as in I'm bad at it, or terrible as in I'm being mean?" She asks, attempting to be thoughtful.

(Any strayings of her hand across from his hip are entirely unintentional)

[necessary_child]

Sam shivers faintly, bowing his head long enough to kiss her shoulder.

"Terribly mean. Terribly, terribly mean, you are."

[mycursedface]

"Am I?"

Gorgons, all three of them, are curious, curious things, and if he doesn't have any clothes on anyway, it's now in the nature of an experiment. Does anything change if her hand slips lower?

[necessary_child]

That slight shudder and brief intake of breath should probably answer her question. Er, experiment.

"You're... exceptionally mean."

[mycursedface]

"Liar," Medusa breathes into his ear before kissing his jaw. The gesture is echoed by her snakes with their light, flickering tongues. Her fingers skate along the length of him, still light and curious. "I'm very, very nice."

[necessary_child]

"Mmmmeda..." Sam breathes, head tilted a little back.

"Mean."

[mycursedface]

"Aww, why?"

She is, so far, repressing the urge to giggle.

[necessary_child]

"Tease."

Woe.

[mycursedface]

(nothing but a damned cocktease)

"I'm nothing of the sort!"

In one movement, she's back against the wall of the shower, eyes dark and intense and afraid.

"I'm not."

[necessary_child]

...Shit!

Sam blinks, stretching out a hand to her almost pleadingly.

"I didn't... It was a joke." Lamely.

[mycursedface]

"I'm not, I just don't know what I'm doing and I didn't mean-"

She glances down to his hand, and then back up to his face.

"You're not. Mad?"

[necessary_child]

"'Course not." Sam is watching her with wide, worried dark eyes.

"I didn't mean it, Meda. It's all right."

[mycursedface]

Her fingers brush over his palm, and then she curls them around his hand.

"Sorry."

[necessary_child]

"It's all right. I'm sorry, too." He curls his fingers around hers.

"Come here, Meda. Please?"

[mycursedface]

Slowly, she nods and moves back under the water, her free arm going around his waist as she rests her foreheard against his shoulder.

[necessary_child]

Sam wraps his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

Softly, "I'll kill him someday, Beautiful. I will."

[mycursedface]

A soft laugh.

"Thank you."

[necessary_child]

"I will," he promises, offering her a smile. "Slowly. Even if your sisters will want first dibs."

[mycursedface]

She glances up, catches the smile, and hers widens a bit.

"Nah, they get second. I'm first."

[necessary_child]

Sam kisses her forehead.

"But then there'd be nothing left for me and Atton! And we'd woe, we would. We'd woe lots."

[mycursedface]

Medusa giggles.

"I'm sure there is enough to go around."

[necessary_child]

"I've met your sisters," Sam says darkly, tracing swirling patterns over her skin. "I'm not so sure."

[mycursedface]

"Um. True. But, you know, if we made it last, I might be able to convince them..."