Your trust in her is cute but also a little alarming sometimes, Zagreus.
Sienna couldn't help but laugh at how eagerly he extended his hands. She didn't leave him waiting for long, and soon enough he would feel something drop into his palms, the faint clacking of wood against wood ringing in the air. In his hand was a bracelet with round wooden beads — hand painted red with golden laurels.
"Can I open my eyes now?" he asked when he felt the light brush of something in his palm and heard the soft clicking of said something. When given assent, he cracked one open, then the next, straightening a bit in pleased surprise. "Oh, wow!" He handled the beads as though they were made of something much more delicate than wood, running his thumb carefully over the painted laurels. "Did you make this? For me?"
"I love it," Zagreus replied immediately, throwing his arms around her and lifting her off her feet in an enthusiastic hug. "You're amazing, you are," he finished with a grin, setting her down on her feet with his hands resting lightly on her hips before he let go to fiddle with the bracelet and figure out how to put it on. "Is there a clasp? I don't want to mess it up."
Sienna laughed and set her hands on his shoulders, letting them rest there until he pulled back.
"Yeah. It's easy — I'll show you." She took either end of the bracelet and hooked the chain together with a simple claw clasp, turning it around on his wrist to hide the bit of metal. "There."
"Wow," Zagreus marveled, turning his wrist this way and that so the bracelet swished on his wrist. "I don't think anyone's ever made something just for me before." Given him gifts, certainly, and those things had certainly been made by someone. But something they crafted with their own hands, just with him in mind? He was pretty sure that was a first. He ducked his head and pressed a quick kiss to Sienna's lips. "I love it," he repeated. "Thank you."
"...Really?" A god like him wasn't getting specially made gifts left and right? She smiled and reached up to cup his face with both of her hands, planting another, deeper kiss to his lips and lingering there. "You're welcome. I like making things, so there might be more in your future. Until then... would you, uh." She cleared her throat. "Would you mind staying the night?"
Zagreus made a low, quiet sound of contentment at the deeper kiss, laying his hands on her hips, then sliding one around to fan his fingers against her lower back, palm nestled over the curve of her spine. "Hm? Sure." The subtly, as it so often did, sailed merrily over his head. "Is everything okay?"
The hand placement, urging her to stay close — for a moment, she thought he might have clued in to what she was getting at.
She should have known better.
Sienna huffed out a laugh. "No, I actually have a big problem: you're not naked in my bed." Then, just to be 100% sure: "I want to have sex, Zagreus. If you do, too, obviously."
Zagreus blinked once or twice, but his brain caught up before it got too embarassing. "...Oh. Well. That's a problem I can actually solve!" He let go of her to undo his belt, the swath of red fabric that made up the exomis he wore slipping off easily once no longer bound at his waist. The pauldron of skulls landed on the floor with a soft clunk, the heavy gold of the belt following after it, before he bent down to unsnap the greaves. Clearly he was taking her 'get naked and get in the bed' statement literally.
You know what? That one was on her. She should have seen it coming. Sienna giggled quietly, a hand raised to stifle the sound so he didn't think she was laughing at him while he was actively getting naked.
"I mean it might go faster," Zagreus admitted, glancing up with a grin as he unstrapped the one greave. "And I guess you do have some experience taking off armor, since you make some yourself."
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Sienna couldn't help but laugh at how eagerly he extended his hands. She didn't leave him waiting for long, and soon enough he would feel something drop into his palms, the faint clacking of wood against wood ringing in the air. In his hand was a bracelet with round wooden beads — hand painted red with golden laurels.
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Sienna laughed again and leaned in to kiss his cheek. "Yes, Zagreus. I made it just for you. Do you like it?"
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"Yeah. It's easy — I'll show you." She took either end of the bracelet and hooked the chain together with a simple claw clasp, turning it around on his wrist to hide the bit of metal. "There."
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She should have known better.
Sienna huffed out a laugh. "No, I actually have a big problem: you're not naked in my bed." Then, just to be 100% sure: "I want to have sex, Zagreus. If you do, too, obviously."
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"You... want a hand with any of that?"
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