#suggestive text.

it was a simple request, all things considered, but makaria was a far cry from a simple woman. their husband's weight above them made them nearly dizzy, but the only thought cycling through his head, over and over again, was that they wouldn't give in that easily. if thanatos wanted an answer, the goddess was determined to make them have to work for it. " mmmmm. you're so mean to me, " an arm was thrown over their face as they whined instead of anything resembling an answer, blocking thanatos from their sight. " why are you asking if you already know? "

" will you keep your voice down? " you murmur as you back him against the tile, fingers snaking up and gently curling around his jaw to keep his eyes on you. you are fully aware of the irony of such an ask falling from your lips, but it needed to be voiced - not, truth be told, that you can exactly hear your own volume right now. the hearing aids you'd been wearing weren't the waterproof ones (you hadn't planned on this, on playful flirting turning heated and words turned to actions before you had the time to process them, but you weren't going to complain about it). you aren't exactly supposed to be in here, after all. or. . . you are, but definitely not like this. the post-patrol locker rooms aren't exactly lockable, and are public to any pro-hero with access to the campus, but you're too busy watching his mouth to make sure you don't miss it when he replies to you to really care if anyone walks in. let someone walk in. it wouldn't make snipe quiet, of that you're almost positive, but it sure would be interesting to see what he did. you're speaking too softly to hear the sound of your own voice, but you know it's not soft enough that he can't hear you. " come on, pretty boy, you can be quiet, can't you? for me? "

while this wasn't exactly a position that they found themselves in very often, when all the pieces did manage to fall so perfectly into place like they had today, draco was more than happy to let them. and those pieces always painted such a lovely picture before him, didn't they? today, they painted the witch's hair as a frizzy mess, though he supposed the constant motions of his hands running through it, giving light tugs and sharper pulls just to hear her gasp, didn't really help matters. he pressed his lips against her neck, nipping at the skin before trailing his mouth up to meet her's. hermione's words brought a grin to his lips as they pulled back, resting their foreheads together. " you, just you. 's all i want. "