In Passing [M], tag Ares

[Nike]

Nike didn't have to consider the question for long before shaking her head. "Not since it looks like the others seem to be coming here too... and besides, I have more reason to stay now..." She added, glancing up at him with a little smile. She certainly wanted to explore things further with him, and hoped he felt the same. Things appeared promising so far, though. It had been a very considerable time since she had been with anyone, and was hoping she wasn't going to mess this up.

"Fine with me." She replied, not overly fussed about the place. It would just be nice to sit down inside somewhere and talk with him a while longer. She was quite happy to stay with her hand in his as she followed along next to him, though was still baffled by this turn of events.

[Ares]

He was glad when he heard that she was staying. Even more so... exponentially so... when she spoke of how it was staying because of him. He squeezed the hand as she said this, looking to her with a happy smile, and as they approached the entrance to the building he opened the door, offering her the entrance first and smelling the sweet scents of coffee hanging in the air, exploding from the building as the door was opened, thick and creamy, and delicious. Inside he saw several people sat around tables, talking and chatting happily, and waiters and waitresses moved between the serving table in the centre and the various corners of the room to deliver refills and other drinks, food and napkins. And of course the bill, but that came last, and with a complimentary sweet of some sort.

The service was kind, and friendly, and professional above all, meaning that they were good at handling orders and correcting mistakes. Entering with her, he indicated a pair of comfortable chairs and a large couch, with a small coffee table in the centre. He led her over there, taking one of the chairs for his own. He'd let her have at least some pick, and a member of the bar staff would likely be over within minutes to take their orders. He dropped into the seat, feeling the soft cushions and warm, sweet-scented air embrace him, and he sighed a little. Not as comforting or perfect as holding her hand, but it was an amazing second, and he was glad to share the experience with her. "What would you like to drink?"

[Nike]

Nike took a seat in the other chair, glancing around for a moment. She was more than willing to admit that mortals had come far and achieved much. Surprising really, considering just how brief each of lives were. In a way, the goddess admired that and unlike many of the others, she had no interest in toying with them or causing misfortune. She turned back to him at the question. "Oh, just a black coffee, thanks." She responded.

She then decided to make the most of this chance to make up for lost time as she settled back in her seat. "So, anything of particular interest that's occured to you in the last few centuries?" Nike asked, quite prepared to sit and listen for as long as needed, wanting to hear more from him.

[Ares]

It was a fairly simple request, and common. Not something he'd ever order. Black coffee was much too strong and far too over-caffeinated that just the thought of it gave him an unwelcome and distracting buzz. He'd be having a British blend of tea. Not the herbal stuff most Americans seemed to want to drink, apparently under the impression that because it was 'herbal' and was somehow exotic or healthy, it would apparently cause them to stop their terrible lifestyles and admit them a pleasant afterlife. He knew different, but then he'd be spoiling all their fun if he was going to reveal that just about everyone went to the same place. The waitress was along promptly, having seen them arrive and seat, and she stood aside the table, looking quite happy in her white shirt and formal attire.

"Hi, how can I help you guys today?" she asked, evidently feeling the happy vibe going around. "One coffee, black, and one tea with milk, thanks." he nodded. She jotted them down on her small notepad and quickly scuttled off, aware that his tone indicated that'd be all, and he watched her go before turning his attention back to Nike. She seemed rather settled in the chair, and he shrugged, not really finding anything he'd done to be of particular amazement compared to what he'd achieved before. "Not really that much. I get the feeling I might have had a hand in Napoleon's conquests, and the American Independence thing. They managed the World Wars all on their own. Last big thing I actually got involved in was founding the SAS and designing their training." It was true, the mortals were more than capable of their own destruction. It was rather depressing if he was honest. "You? I can't imagine you didn't get up to your fair share of fun times at university."

[Nike]

Nike listened with interest, truely curious about him. Travelling from place to place had never been a problem for her, since her super-speed wasn't just applied to running. She could make it over the Channel quicker than any train, though she rarely had the chance to do anything like that now, save for the occasional visit back to Greece. Though it was no longer the home she had once known.

She smiled at the comment. "I wish. Like I say, even an accidental touch could give things away, so I just tend not to get involved." The goddess replied, that being one problem she could never overcome. In the time since she had run into Ares again, it had been about the most contact she'd had with anyone in several hundred years. But now she was just a little more hopeful that things might improve, not having to hide around him.

[Ares]

He knew all about those accidental touches. Making a man swing from being amicable to suddenly having some sort of nervous breakdown. The accidental barges of the shoulder, the poorly timed moments of losing a temper. The impacts were tremendous, and though he wasn't sure just what she implemented to humans when she interacted with them, his tended to be rather violent in their outcomes. From street riots to full on wars, or something as simple as a scrap in the street, it was difficult to figure out how far the influence of a nudge could go, but if it was a nudge in the right direction then it wasn't a surprise that such things ended up being so disastrous with their ultimate effects.

"I was involved for a time. I didn't want to admit, I suppose, figuring humanity could not decide on their wars without my assistance. Evidently they are a much more destructive race than I'd expected, and though I'm somewhat proud of them, I won't say that I do feel a little obsolete sometimes." He was still able to instigate, but not able to control and not relied on for carving out wrath and destruction through his enemies. No longer could he feel the power sparking at his fingers, and the thousands of men battling in his name. He longed for that, but figured that if he was to be mortal he must put aside such illusions he had of returning to the times of such glorious strife. "I do miss it. But as war changes so must the warrior. Humanity is its own cause of strife now." he said, his words only slightly tinted with a sort of loss.

[Nike]

"It certainly seems like one thing they've proved themselves to be more than capable of." Nike agreed with a nod. "Since I've been here, however, I've tried to pay more attention to victory being achieved in other areas..." She wasn't sure she was quite as keen of that aspect of her now. Victory gained through underhand means. Victory at any cost, no matter what the price. She'd rather surpress that just now, instead preferring that part of her that instead was a representation of an earned and just victory.

"Why dog training then? Would have thought you would prefer something a bit more hands-on..." She commented, curious about his choice of occupation, though she understood the dog aspect to it.

[Ares]

He nodded. If nothing else, at least humans had the capability for infinite violence, brutality and creativity for destruction. They'd proven themselves capable of destroying on such a scale that it was rather impressive to him. Gunpowder technology had been an amazing development, coming such a long way in just a few hundred years. He'd long since offering his hand in their weaponry, and though he was aware of each and every destructive tool they possessed, he hadn't offered a design for over a millennia. Listening, he wasn't sure what she meant by what she meant. Probably discussing how she was often sought for victory in war and battle, and he could accept that maybe she was better not getting involved over the battles the mortals fought. They were for greed and profit, no longer spurred by righteous moral rationale or anything close.

"Well as you know, dogs have always been a favourite of mine. Always loyal, more so than any soldier, and far easier to train. Better, too, faster and vicious without questioning their morals or concerns for spilling blood. They can be ruthless hunters and loving companions." He felt he had explained this to himself dozens of times, knowing that he preferred the company of several dogs most of the time just in case he did find himself in a tricky situation. His were without worry or pause, as any warrior should be. "They're as hands on as I'd like to figure. I doubt I'd be content in a factory or anywhere where I used to work. I used to help construct heavy machinery." He smiled a little. Almost got crushed by it several times too. Anything from sailing ships to trains and generators. Until he decided he preferred a less gritty lifestyle. Glancing, he wondered where the coffee was.

[Nike]

Nike was surprised when he spoke of his previous work, not having expected that'd be something he would go for, of all things. But then, if her choices hadn't been quite so limited, she assumed she probably would have tried more in the time she had been around for. Boredom was something that tended to trouble her often. She had avoided bettles for the most part since she had been here, doubting she could even exert an influence on them now. However, there was still a part of her that missed it. Her very personaility seemed to contain the different aspects of Victory. All the good... and bad.

She nodded as she listened. "Sometimes I would have liked to have tried more myself... though in the past both age and gender were limiting. And now age." She said with a little sigh. While she had actually enjoyed learning more about the varoius aspects of the mortal world from various classes, it would be nice to have a break from it at some point. She glanced over at him again, missing the contact of earlier, but she stayed where she was for now, curious to see what pace he wanted to set here.

[Ares]

"I can imagine that having the body of an attractive young woman has its limitations." he smiled, nodding as the waitress approached with their drinks in hand, placing the tea down first, and he placed his hand around it to guide it to his side before she put the coffee down too, on Nike's side. He thanked her, and she nodded, disappearing off to service another table. With her gone, he resumed speaking. "I suppose the wings probably restricted you from doing anything that might have made things exciting." He referred to a lot of the work mortal woman tended to get involved in. Paying the bills through modelling and baring their bodies for the sake of the men. Animals before the sex object placed before them, though in her case she'd probably cause most men to never want another woman again. Reproduction was a rather important characteristic for a race.

Reproduction wasn't the same as sex, though, and he supposed that was where some problems with his personality came into play. Sex was sex, love was love, and whilst he was rather infatuated at the moment, to a degree, he didn't feel it meant monogamy. As Gods, sex could quickly become boring. Though not always meaningful. He'd only ever had it meaningfully once before, as far as he could remember, and for the rest of the time it had simply been a way of indulging in pleasure. No different from eating junk food or watching a film. Sex, not making love. He shook the feelings away though. Whether he'd remain faithful was never in doubt, but whether he'd indulge in such actions was likely. He was preferable of one partner, and didn't spread his love across more than that.

His hands brought the hot drink to his lips, and he consumed some of the tea, finding it satisfying and appealing to his taste buds. Hot, of course, but it added to the flavour if anything. He smiled at her, looking up from the cup which obscured much of his face, but the grin was evident in his eyes. He was unused to these facial expressions, if he was honest. He never did them as often as he had today. Conversely he hadn't been upset or sad, either, and it made him want to cling to her all the more to prevent her disappearing from his life again. He was possessive, a little, but not obsessive, rather grateful for the company after so long and wishing to retain it as long as possible. "Got any plans for later, at all?"

[Nike]

"More the fact that I'd send any mortal running when they notice the wings." Nike responded, though glanced up with a smile at his comment, appreciating hearing it from him. She added her thanks when the waitress returned, replying once the mortal had left, nodding in agreement. "Mhm. Considering I can't even go outside without covering up a great deal, it does tend to put a dampener on persuing anything..." She replied. The centuries had seemed to drag on so much longer with all the limitations.

"I had nothing planned... why, do you have something in mind?" She asked in response to that, deciding to take it as a sign that he might have an idea. Or so she hoped, anyhow. She took a sip of her coffee as she waited for a response, glancing up at him again.

[Ares]

He laughed, knowing the mortals and their inability to accept something different no matter how slight or permissible. Wings were something many creatures had, and he had no doubt in his mind that if there was ever a human who saw her as she was, they would have an immediate heart attack. All were predictable, capable of doing just as he expected them to, and treating the difference as a greater component than the fact that she otherwise was as they were, albeit far prettier and with a much saner attitude. Their loss, though. He wasn't going to complain, though he wasn't jealous either so no one would ever have been the wiser. "A shame, really, that they couldn't be concealed. But I'm sure they're useful in their own ways as the time requires." She could fly, and no doubt they offered some protection against the cold. Not a fair trade, but fortunately she wasn't completely shafted with them.

"And I'm sure they'd only serve to enhance some things." His voice took on a relaxed, lower tone, and he figured she might know what he meant. Women in lingerie was one thing. Adding wings into the mix was something else entirely, and was rather appealing to him, the thought of seeing the angel walking towards him in the black, or the red... "I had no plans, though if you haven't any either, I'm sure we could wrap up together for the night. I know I'd certainly appreciate the company." He implied sex, but that wasn't a requirement. He would be just as happy to lay there, maybe exploring with his hands, or with other things, but he could be patient and take things slow if necessary. He took another sip of his drink, eyes glancing outside as the sun became evident in its descent.

[Nike]

Nike smiled a little more at his laugh and gave a nod. He was right, to an extent. "I'd never give them up. It would just be nicer if they were easier to conceal." She was accustomed to going out in a long coat on most days. Never enjoyable in the height of summer. But they were a part of her, and she still retained the hope that one day, she would no longer have to hide them.

She caught his drift rather quickly and smiled. "Well, maybe you'll find that out for yourself...?" She suggested smoothly in response, far more relaxed than she had been earlier, putting it down to the effects of his company. She didn't have to think that over long before nodding. "Company would be good..." She agreed. "I'd like that."

[Ares]

He drained a little more of his tea, only able to imagine how it must be for her to not be able to expose herself as fully as she was able. He never had that problem, only having to reserve his strength and the instinct to kill more than half of the guys who thought it funny to barge into him, or try picking fights. Usually drunk, or otherwise intoxicated by his aggressive aura, but in either case it was a great deal of reservation on his behalf. "At least the weather allows you to conceal them without much trouble." Though Britain did get hot, it was rarely like the Spanish or Mediterranean heat, and that was a great advantage to her. Unless she stayed indoors, he supposed, with fans to keep her cool, but as a university student he could figure a lecture hall got rather stuffy.

He let out a breathy response to her, rather interested by her relaxed tone which almost sounded intentionally sultry. "Company would certainly be good." He wouldn't lie, he was looking forward to sex, but just getting her into bed would be enough for him. The texture of her wings against his fingers, her skin against his palms, her essence beneath his lips. She would be better company than any mortal woman he had taken, and with her immortal frame he could relax fully when they were alone without the concerns of striking a sense of paranoia into any surrounding individuals. "I would certainly welcome you to stay tonight. And every night afterwards. And some of the days." Working was merely a time waster, for all intents and purposes, and if they were good enough together to keep going all the time. Well, that was perfectly fine for him.

[Nike]

"Mhm. It's not too bad most of the time. And at the height of summer I'll usually get away on my own for a while so there's less bother with trying to conceal them." Nike replied. But then, she'd get out of the city whenever she could in order to get some use out of said wings. Nothing could compare to that, and it was at times like those when she knew that the positives certainly out weighed the negatives.

Her slight smile grew a little, deciding that she was going to speak freely when it came to things such as this, wondering if an upper hand could be gained. She finished the last of her coffee, having used the lulls in conversation and when listening to him to drink. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind." She replied, waiting to see what he was planning to do now. She would be the first to admit that the first chance of something more in nearly two thousand years caused her to be somewhat eager.

[Ares]

He watched her drain the rest of her coffee. Evidently she was keen to get through this, not wanting to waste time with small talk and chatter right now. He continued to drain his own drink, the air cooling it sufficiently for him to drink it quickly, still embracing the warmth and the delightful flavour without recoiling from the scalding heat. Ares had figured that she'd do as much, getting away in order to have herself some fun. He didn't get the same chance, but there was plenty of conflict in the world so he was hardly short on interesting things to read or consider. He didn't go to war any more. He had a while ago, but the modern warfare was about who had better technology and faster, more dangerous missiles. It wasn't about individual strength and perseverance. Maybe he'd change that when he got back into a place of power.

The last of the drink flooded down his throat, his muscles ebbing a little as they reeled from the caffeine and sweet taste. It was good to be here, in a country that could do actual decent food and drink without additives or any of the crap he was used to seeing in various other places. "So would you like to head back now, and get started, or shall we waste time with idle chatter pretending we don't want to be against each other as badly as we do?" He spoke mainly for himself, knowing he was tired of all this talk and so little action, but he didn't feel he was too far off. She had finished her drink first, and was evidently excited with the prospects for the evening. That was how he saw it anyway, and he wasn't averse to such an idea himself. He placed the empty cup down, quirking an eyebrow slyly at her.

[Nike]

"I think I'm more than ready to get going now." Nike replied, the smile she responded with this time containing more than just a friendly air about it. There was no denying it, she liked Ares a great deal, and the prospect of finally relaxing after all this time was made all the more appealing by his involvement. "So, your place or mine?" She asked, not caring much either way, but wondered if either were more convenient for him or not.

She was somewhat apprehensive, in a way, considering it had been so long for her, she was really hoping that she wasn't 'out of practice' so to speak, hoping that if this evening went well, things might last a while longer.

[Ares]

He could have taken her there and then, if he'd have not been concerned with the humans watching. Mainly for her own sake, not wanting them subjected to seeing her with wings, and similarly not wanting to cause her the embarrassment, and with great restraint he placed his hands on the table decidedly steadily, rising to his feet. "Then let's head off." offering his hand out to her and heading towards the door, dropping by the front desk on the way to drop a £5 note and ignored her when she mentioned she'd get the change in just a few seconds. "I wouldn't know which was closer. Anything at your place you'd think you might want around?" Sex toys, chains, comfort blankets, anything really. He didn't have a large selection but then he didn't tend to need them, finding himself in another woman's bed if things ever even progressed that far.

He emerged with her on the street, evidently more than a little eager, but no man in his right mind could blame him for such a thing. Or at least, to his mind, he wasn't excited enough. Looking both ways, he figured out the fastest way to his house if they were going to go that route, but he was still awaiting her answer. "Prefer to walk or get the bus?" he asked, figuring that whilst one might be quicker, the other could be more fun and offer a build up to the festivities. Not that he needed much more of a build up, already feeling like the clothes he was wearing were far too restrictive for his liking.

[Nike]

Nike shook her head, deciding it looked like they would be heading for his in that case, not that she minded greatly either way just now. She was certainly rather bolder now, due in part to that fact that she was fairly certain he seemed to want her just as much as she did him. "Can't think of anything." She replied, taking his hand and going to follow him back outside.

She weighed up the option there for a moment, but decided walking might be preferable. Not only due to the chance to continue to talk more freely with him when not surrounded by mortals, but also since public transport was never a favourite of hers, not liking to be crammed into a small space with the possiblity of someone getting a little too close and her wings being noticed. Luckily, she had not yet had a need to explain her way out of anything like that just yet. "Walk, perhaps?" She suggested.

[Ares]

He was quite happy with that answer. His own place, at least, was somewhere he knew was nearby, and he knew the way there. He also knew where he kept the things that might be rather useful if they decided to get around to things, and especially if it turned out she had alternative tastes. Not things he typically hang on to for women, but in his profession some things were simply bare necessities. He led the way, heading left and immediately left again into a side street, his house down towards the end where the road terminated into a T-junction. He continued to hold onto her hand, thinking of what they could talk about for the remainder of the walk without simply delving into what she wanted, or expected, and what she liked. But then likes were always a good topic for discussion.

"Is there anything you'd want to do, or avoid?" he asked, simply. Better than coming out with something rather random and direct. He paused in thought, continuing to walk as he considered how they looked. Far too cute for his taste, but that was simply his perception of it. If they were past the need for the hand-holding and off for a night at his place, there was little need for such romantics. His hand loosed the grip, quickly slipping around her backside, and intentionally stroking across the entirety of her denim-covered ass before planting itself in her rear pocket at the far side. More secure than simply around the waist, and he still had the option to squeeze, as he had done with the hand. An option he chose, at that point, to indulge in.

[Nike]

Nike stayed quiet when he didn't say anything, a little curious to see where abouts he would have chosen to live in the city. Mostly, she had just gone by somewhere she was most likely to get some privacy. If she had to spend all day hiding, she wasn't going to do the same when she finally got the chance to be alone. Yet, the city hardly compared to her old home of Olympus, and she missed it greatly. She had returned to Greece several times over the centuries, but it was no longer a home to her.

Nike glanced up when he let her hand go, and was somewhat surprised by his next move. She, however, didn't protest and let him. Her cheeks flushed a little, though she couldn't help but smile too. She shook her head at his question. "I'm going leaving this up to you. Though I can't think of anything in particular to avoid... a bit of warning beforehand, though?"

[Ares]

She didn't seem to react negatively to his approach, and that was both a relief to him and an indication of other things. He had never expected her to fulfil the expectations he had of some of the other Goddesses. She was hardly the type to be a shy, reserved and sexually inhibited woman, and the slight flush was proof of this. He glanced up, seeing the corner of the next street coming up towards them, and the street headed left, though they simply crossed it. His apartment was the entire top floor of the building on the next corner, and as it came into view he squeezed again slightly, grasping her attention. "That's where I stay. Top floor, with the dogs." Four of them, well-trained and obedient to a tee. Possibly understanding of English, but somehow he doubted that.

He nodded at her, appreciating that she'd want to be aware, but at least they'd be free to experiment and go wild. Diseases and pain were on very much different levels for Gods than for humans, and he'd not been able to just let loose too much up to this point. His fingers dug through his pockets, grasping at the keys slung onto his wallet, and pressing the door open to lead them inside, he pushed her through with the hand in her jeans, slipping it out as it went. "Fifth floor." he nodded at the elevator, though the stairs were an easy alternative if she was up to running. He would rather conserve his energy, though, and pressed the silver button, awaiting the ding. "You're OK with dogs, right?"

[Nike]

Nike turned her attention to the place that he had indicated, nodding. She wondered just what he might have in mind to do tonight, but resolved to wait and see for herself, rather looking foward to the prospect. She just hoped he'd see fit to keep her around longer than just tonight. Though she supposed the fact that he even wanted to was a good sign, at the very least, but then, she never could be sure with Ares.

She again followed his directions, going to the elevator and waiting for him. The prospect of also finally freeing her wings again was one she was also anticipating, if to a lesser degree than the first reson just now. She nodded. "I don't mind them." She replied, not really particularly bothered by them either way if she was being honest.

[Ares]

The sounds of the barking could already be heard as they ascended past the fourth floor. It was a good job she didn't mind them, the four being rather hyperactive when meeting new people. Each named after Greek heroes; Jason, Odysseus, Perseus and Theseus, they were each black as midnight and as tall as his waist, if not more. Two Pitbulls and two German Shephards, though if wolves were an easy animal to smuggle into this country he would certainly have had them amongst the number. Floorspace was another limiting factor, though, and he happily made do with the four he had at the moment, having had a guiding hand in their ancestors' breeding. The elevator opened, leading to a small hallway with a single door which led to the rest of his domain. The sound of scratching could be heard against the door at the jingling of the keys.

Stepping to obscure Nike, he unlocked the door easily and swung it open. In the dark, it was hard to see, but the eyes looking at him indicated they were rather glad to have him back. "Sit." he ordered, his voice no different to the time it had been where he'd order men around instead, forcing them forwards in battle unwavering. They complied immediately, and walked inside, switching on the light which illuminated the massive apartment. A ring surrounding central rooms. Dining area blending to living room and into kitchen, and the central rooms of two bedrooms and a bathroom, as well as a handful of storage closets either in the centre, or built into the walls. Stepping aside, the dogs looked past him, and he offered the view to Nike. "What do you think?" he smiled.

[Nike]

Nike stayed back for the moment, letting him see to the dogs first. Though she had no particular problem with them, at the same time she couldn't say they were in her immediate list of favourite animals. Once he had moved, she took in the apartment with interest. It certainly did look like a rather nice place to live. "Very nice." She replied with a smile in return.

She moved to shrug off her coat, since she no longer had to bother with hiding the evidence of her wings now, though would have to wait to free them in their entirety as they stayed tightly folded against her skin. Despite that, heavier cloathing, such as he coat, were needed if she was to hide them completely. "So, any plans...?"

[Ares]

He felt quite happy that she seemed to like the apartment, not knowing whether he should take her on a tour or just offer her the door to the bedroom. She had an other idea, though, and shrugged off her coat to reveal her wings, marvellous as he recalled them always being. She didn't stretch them out, though, and he looked at her for a moment, figuring she might not want to do it just to have them restricted again. Not that it was a major problem, of course. His bedroom was plenty spacious for her wingspan on either side of the bed, and he nodded at the room directly in front of them, slightly ajar. "The bedroom is there, if you want to go in and get ready. I'll sort out these guys and then I'll be right in." He kissed her on the cheek, knocking the door behind them closed and clicking his fingers. The dogs followed him.

In the corner they had their beds and distraction toys. Food bowls were empty, and he pulled a bag of dog feed from beneath the desk with one hand. The dogs crowded around, sitting and wagging excitedly as he pulled the seams opened and poured the food for them. Glancing back, he called to her from across the apartment. "And let your wings stretch out if you want." He knew what being in a small car or a cramped bus was like, and he didn't much fancy it when he spent several hours with his legs trapped. Her wings were likely the same, and he didn't want her being uncomfortable at all. Finishing up quickly, he re-stored the bag and made his way towards the bedroom after her.

[Nike]

Nike moved to kiss his cheek back before nodding and going to follow his suggestion. She went to sit down on the edge of the bed, glancing about the room before going to remove her shirt, the last barrier for her wings before she could finally spread them fully. She relaxed, glad to finally let them out after keeping them hidden for the entire day. She let the rich golden feathers re-align themselves as she extended them to their full, rather impressive, length.

She stretched them before folding them again, not tightly against her skin as she had before, but just comfortably to keep them out of the way as she waited for him to return, still wondering what it might be that he had in mind for the evening.

[Ares]

The door was ajar still, and he stepped through to see her with her wings fully extended, golden feathers stretching across the entire room. An angel indeed, and he silently closed the door shut fully, his steps taking him slowly in further as her wings relaxed into a position of rest at her back. Her shirt lay discarded, and he figured any underwear there would be a useless and impossible feat with the large, beautiful extensions. His hands drifted up, drawing towards her as he arrived directly behind her, one slipping around her waist to spread the fingers around her stomach, and the other trailing fingers along the feathered limbs as he pulled her back against him. The fingers were soft, stroking the light texture from her back to the furthest point, repeating the motion several times backwards and forwards.

"Do you prefer simple, or would you rather we did something a little more dangerous?" his eyes passed across her to the dresser which was on the other side of the bed. Collars and leashes, chains... all manner of equipment he typically saved for training animals, but it was of course unused and rather easily reapplied to other activities. His head moved down, brushing his kisses against the back of her neck and shoulders, pausing with each one and lingering with it, his breath ghosting across her with each exhale, and the hand softly stroking her stomach. A little more with each kiss, until it started climbing higher, moving at the same speed as the other along her wing, until it brushed up high enough to slightly draw across a breast, and then back down.

[Nike]

Nike glanced up at the contact, unable to help but shiver right down to the tips of her wing feathers under his touch. She decided it really had been far too long for her as she resisted the temptation to simply turn around and more or less jump him. But then, she would like this to last, too.

She took a moment to answer, trying to clear her thoughts enough to produce a clear response. "How about we start simple? And go from there...?" She suggested, her breath hitching a little when his hand brushed higher, eager for more from him already.

[Ares]

"Simple is good." He teased at her shiver, slowing the stroking fingers along her wing by half before gradually building them back up to their previous pace. His fingers continued to stroke between her breasts and her stomach, brushing the breasts each time he brought the hand up, but not interacting with anything past that point. It wasn't fair of him, of course, but the catch in her breath was an intoxication to him and he was quite happy to continue playing this game. The game would get boring soon, though, and he could already feel his fingers itching to get more than just fingertip touches from her. His lips gently nipped against her skin, and he resolved that he was ready to move on at the very least.

The hand ran up along her stomach, coming against her breasts with a slight nudge once again, however this time it continued on its journey, up between the two soft orbs, and around to her right side, the hand grasping around her right breast with an enveloping palm. He squeezed softly, fingers able to induce the sensation of pressure across it on every side, and he could feel the pressing against his hand of a nipple which was a little more than simply aroused. The hand slipped down slightly, becoming less grasping and more cupping, and his thumb took over the stimulation by running up from the bottom of her breast, brushing against the nipple as it travelled up. Knowing this much, he proceeded to gently rub the thumb around the area, sometimes directly over the spot, sometimes encircling it. "I like simple." he whispered.

[Nike]

Nike shivered right down to the tips of her wing feathers, hoping he wasn't intending to tease her for terribly long, finding that it was quickly becoming frustrating. While she would be more than happy to allow it another time, it had been so long, she really just wanted more. Now. She gave a little start when he nipped her, shifting in anticipation.

So acute was her need, that she nearly cried out when he finally began to do more. Instead, a little whimper escaped her when he squeezed, her breathing quickening a little and hoping almost desperately at this point that he would hurry up a little.

[Ares]

He was going slow. Too slow for her, and the pace was torturous. He could tell from how she quivered and whined, her body likely aching for the tender touches to cease in their sadistic pleasures, and for his hands to become much rougher and faster in their approaches. He felt in such a way, though his sadistic touches were as his personality, and he derived just as much pleasure from using the long fingertip brushes as he likely would with her pressed between himself and the bed. He could feel himself ache against his clothing as his thumb continued to rub and pulse against her sensitive skin. Finally he ventured a little further, with the circling motion leading to the thumb accompanied by a finger around the nipple, and he gave a squeeze - soft, but tight. He repeated this a few times, giving time to recover in between each.

His right hand came back into play, envious of the left and it moved past her wing and to her front, collapsing down her body until it found the texture of her jeans, and the hand felt around, finding the point at which her legs met, and he quickly applied some firm pressure there, his fingers wrapping around and pulling her with this second hand against him, and his body against her, feeling the throbbing ache intensify when against her. This hand rubbed a little, but he spent less time with that, quickly bringing the hand up and dipping it beneath the trouser line, sliding against her skin. Using the contact to guide him, he fell deeper and deeper with it, until at the point where he felt wetness to the touch, and he pressed a little more, arriving where he had been just before, and rather than wrapping around, he allowed the fingers to press inside.

[Nike]

Nike was more than ready to simply decide to push things along further herself, though given what she knew of Ares, he doubt he'd be willing to sit back and just let her do that, knowing already that he was going to be the more dominant. Though she wouldn't really have it any other way. She tried to stay still under his touches, but was failing miserably, giving a little gasp when he squeezed, giving in and finally pleading for more from him. "Ares... please...?"

This time, she was unable to keep quiet, moaning finally at the attention from his other hand, though hoped that he was still planning to go further. A shudder ran through her frame, not sure she would be able to take much more of this at this rate.

[Ares]

She was shifting beneath his fingers, unable to be still and writhing infinitely, She begged, wanting more from him and seeming to be under the sway of his touches with no sign of resistance. Not that he was complaining. He preferred having free roam of her body, and he enjoyed the embrace as it was, though it was far from a normal one by any standards. His lips continued against her skin, and he felt like maybe he should get along with things. Give her what she wanted, and of course, what he wanted too. Wow, did he want it, and being so close to her like this was certainly not helping things along much. His fingers between her legs moved a little, in and out as much as they could manage, but the jeans were restrictive a little, and his left hand dropped down her body to help. He managed to unbutton the jeans easily, and the zip soon followed. He tugged, and quickly the denim was falling down her legs.

His fingers moved more now, in deeper and with a little more speed, but he couldn't stand it much longer. Not all this foreplay, after so long, and he drew round in front of her, transferring his kisses to her lips, and the fingers removed themselves, fixing around her waist. His back to the bed, he guided her backwards, feeling himself first sitting, and then laying, the hands drawing up and down her sides as he lured her in towards him. Whether she wanted to ride, or be ridden, he wasn't sure. He didn't mind either, but then he wasn't in a position to complain much. Except maybe that he was still clothed, and she was practically naked, but even then it wasn't a concern for himself as much as it was a frustration. One hand flowed up, brushing her hair back out of her face, and he lifted up to kiss her once more.

[Nike]

Nike's thoughts by this time were far too clouded to actively try and hurry things along further, just giving a little moan when his fingers continued to move. She relaxed finally when he went to remove her jeans, however, and was more than willing to help him with that. Her own hands itched to have their own chance to do some exploring, so took the chance once he had removed his fingers to gather her thoughts, turn around once he way laying down and moved to straddle him.

She was glad for the chance to finally collect her thoughts once gain, noticing just how unfair it seemed that he was still fully clothed and decided she really ought to change that. She moved to kiss him back, lingering for a few moments before breaking away to see about starting to remove his shirt herself, curious to try turning the tables on him for a while as she wondered if that was something he would allow here.

[Ares]

She moved on top of him, and he welcomed her to straddle him, his hands trying their best to coax her into the situation. He drew her in, her lips moving towards him to kiss, and his hands felt around the back of her head, holding her there for a second gently as he indulged in a little more of the addictive kisses. He felt her fingers at his waist, around the bottom of his shirt, and he couldn't help but smile against her as she began trying to tug the shirt off. He lifted slightly, offering her an easier time with his, and his hands stroked along her arms as the shirt was lifted. It was pulled across his head, and he ducked a little, re-emerging to kiss against her hand as it rested at his shoulder before drawing the shirt along his arms and finally off.

With his shirt removed, his Godly physique was exposed. Perhaps better than the other Gods, perhaps the same, he couldn't comment. It was toned, though that was hardly a surprise, and he glanced down briefly before meeting her eyes once more, pressing another kiss below her neck. She seemed a little reserved, though, and he wondered whether she was feeling nervous. Maybe even wanting instruction, or guidance. He figured that after so long he might be the same way, and he was probably only kept the same way through infrequent encounters... and his personality, he figured. "How about you get the rest off." he smirked, his hands moving down her body as he spoke. They culminated against her behind again, his head giving a small nod, and his hand lightly tapping against her. He'd maybe save the stronger smacks for later.

[Nike]

Nike was glad of the assistance as he gave some help in removing the item of clothing. Once she had more or less thrown it to one side, she kissed him again, having regained more of a will to allow things to progress a little slower. For now. She was a bit surprised that he didn't mind this attempt at taking a bit more control, fully expecting him to want to exert his control over the situation.

She ran her gaze appreciatively over the newly-exposed skin, though wouldn't have expected anything else from him there. She shivered a little under his touch again, and smiled at where his hands found their way to. She went to do as he suggested, however, and shifted back a little to see about removing his jeans. She took her time with the task, though, deciding she would make him wait a little as he had done to her, wondering if that could persuade him to take things over and hurry them along a bit.

[Ares]

He felt himself press into her hands a little, her touches against his bare chest like a soothing cool to his raging fever. Her hands had slipped down following this, wrestling with his own remaining clothing with evidently a little more difficulty than he'd had with hers. His hands fell down, tugging with hers to work them down the clothes and expose himself, full and ready for the longest time up to now, glad for the release from confinement and breathing in the air. He sighed a little, as though relieved of chastity, and his hands moved back up to her. He sat up a little, twisting her in his grip, and with his body he pulled her back to the bed, laying alongside her before slowly moving himself slightly atop her. His mouth moved along her, working down from her shoulder, quickly finding her breast as he drew down her body, placing one of the soft kisses against the nipple which had yet to see any attention.

They started off tender, not wanting to be too rough against such a sensitive area. His left hand rested against her waist, stroking along the side, whilst the right one had interlocked its fingers with hers and had pressed it against the bed to give him a sense of balance. The soft kisses quickly turned into soft nips with the lips, before he moved himself across her a little more with a soft suck. Positioned above her more, he felt himself pressing against her, his hips to hers, and feeling with his body against hers, he worked his way down until he could feel himself against her entrance, hovering there as though waiting for her to consent. He figured he wouldn't need to tell her what this part entailed, but continued to wait, giving another gentle nip.

[Nike]

Nike didn't protest when he moved her, hoping it was an indication that he wasn't planning to take too much longer. When his attention turnued back to her breasts once again, she began to doubt that, however. She put her head back, blue eyes drifting shut with a breathy moan as he ran her fingers through his hair. She was still unable to actually try to force him to stop this tourture, helpless to his touch.

She gave a little gasp at the nip, though couldn't say she minded it at all. In fact, knowing Ares, she had anticipated such things, and more, to a degree. When he finally pressed closer, she looked up, shifting in anticipation, the tips of her wing feathers quivering as she hoped his teasing was finally at an end. Not soon enough for her. "Now...?"

[Ares]

He had felt his head compelled to pull towards her as her fingers ran through his hair, demanding him more against her as her own head slipped backwards, eyes dropping closed to obscure the sky-blue orbs. She quivered and twitched as he pressed ready to enter her, though, and he smiled at her whisper, wondering whether she was expecting him to make her wait longer. Did she seem to believe that he was so much more immune to the magical touches of sexual contact that he could outlast her when he was this close to the soft, divine embrace of a woman around him? Evidently she thought far much of him than he did, and though that was not an easy feat, if anyone was going to manage it, he was sure she was the type.

"Now." he repeated after her, his tone firm, and the second hand which had previously been around her waist, now came across her other hand, and placed that one down against the sheets with the interlocked fingers. An automatic response, perhaps. Security in the interlocked embrace, or a reassertion of dominance by applying himself atop her in such a manner. He did not think of these things, though, only relishing the touch of her skin as the tenderness was amplified by the feeling of himself slipping inside, hips thrusting evenly in a forwards motion to bring himself into her as deep as he could manage.

He felt her wrap around him over the long seconds, his breath coming in bursts as he struggled with staying his sounds of pleasure, finally allowing a deeper breath with himself inside as much as he would manage. The eyes lifted up to her, looking her up and down to check whether she was still in OK. The last thing he wanted to do was to end up hurting her, and despite her being a similar degree of God to him, he was used to women of a lesser quality, and with not as much stamina. She was far and away above them, his lips pressing into her neck as he mumbled an "Are you OK?" to her against the skin.