Children of the Gods

He kissed her back and watched her go.

((Skip?))

((yeah sure))
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By the time she came back, Piattro was working out in the gym, shirtless and he didn't seem to be paying attention to anyone.

When Feferi returned, it wasn't in the clothes she had left in. She was wearing a purple, sleeveless dress that stopped just below mid thigh, and a pair of heels were dangling in her hand. Her hair had been professionally styled and she had make up on. She looked almost disgruntled though, clearly not happy.

Piattro was working out hard in the gym, stll not paying attention to anyone, though he had left a note on his and Feferi's bed to tell her where he was.

Feferi found the note, dumped the shoes on the bed and went to find him. When she got there, she stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame.

He still didn't notice her.

Feferi eventually walked in to sit on a piece of unused equipment, waiting for him to finish.

"So, what happened?" He asked her as he put the weights that he was lifting down.

"Fucking fancy ass restaurant, that's what happened. With some fifty year old creepy ass bloke." Feferi tugged at the hem of her dress. "I also can't get out of this without help."

He slid her zip down on her dress.

"Oh man, you don't know how good it feels to breathe again." Now that it was loose, Feferi shoved the top of the dress down to her waist.

He smiled slightly. "Well I'm getting a nice view."

"Yeah, well, so am I Mr I-Like-To-Show-Off-My-Perfect-Abs."

"What? Would you rather I wear a t-shirt and get it stuck to me?" He laughed. "I prefer this way."

"I like this way too." Feferi moved to rest her hands on his stomach, thumbs gently rubbing against his skin.

He smiled. "I thought you might."

Feferi moved to slide the dress the rest of the way off, kicking it to the side so she could drop to kneel in front of him, pressing a kiss to his hip. "I like it very much in fact."

"Then why don't you stand up and say that to my face?" He asked her.

((gotta go))

Feferi moved her hands to his waist, using him as support so she could stand up, though she quickly pressed another kiss to the side of his stomach as she did so.

When she was close enough, he kissed her deeply.

Feferi lifted her arms around his neck so she could tangle her fingers in his hair, pressing close to him as she kissed him back.

He kept her close.

Feferi tightened her fingers in his hair, sighing against the kiss.

He moved a hand into her hair.