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The garden is large and wild and there is a gazebo she has made a bower that she leads him to.

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Its not her fault, its the Bar's, she prefers simpler outfits and with a small sigh there are a few fewer and bare skin under his fingers.

She looks down at him with a happy smile, her hair the color of golden wheat as he kisses him and her hands move over his body and she moves against him.

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Now that is quite a trick, and bare skin is much more friendly and open to touch and caress than layers of cotton and silk. He lets out a soft groan of her name as she moves against him, happy.

"Perhaps it is I who is the lucky one."

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For that he gets another husky laugh as she shifts to find how she's awakened him and kiss down his neck,

"Mmm, we shall see, won't we."

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When she shifts she will find him already somewhat 'awake', as it has been some time since he's been with a woman proper (most times spent in taverns and bars are spent with the taste of cool wine instead of warm kisses and skin) but that is no surprise.

She is a goddess after all.

"We most definitely," Athos moans happily at the contact. "Shall see."

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That is a sound so she's missed so Demeter kisses lower on his body, her fingers tracing over his muscles,

"So strong."

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"Many hours of work for it, milady," he replies, feeling her fingertips over his bare skin. He's rather glad that it's going to good use.

This is definitely good use. Perhaps even better than the intended use.

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She wouldn't argue with that as she kisses down, one hand straying to caress his nipple as she pulls her dress down so he feels her bare skin against his.

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It is quite the pleasurable feeling, at that. Talking is overrated.

The sun is warm on his skin, much like her hand on his chest. His lips wander from her mouth to find that bare skin of hers and cover every place he can reach with kisses.

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Demeter moans quietly under his kisses, one hand twisting in his hair as the fields sigh with her.

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And a man with hair like his -- gold as the fields in the Fall, but this is not Fall, it is Spring and that means the breeze is light and the life and wheat is green and young -- enjoys a talented hand stroking through the strands.

He pulls her close and the wheat seems to draw close as well.

Athos will have quite the story to tell upon his return to the strange bar!