Work From Home

Part 1

NSFW

Based off sketches Rachel did of an alternative Universe where Hades is straight up with Persephone from Chapter 8 and I have NOT been able to let the thought GO.

Hades began unbuttoning the top of his shirt. "Look, we can do this in the kitchen if you want, but I have to warn you. . . there are no blinds in here and my neighbors are super nosy."

Persephone turned her head to look at him. "Why would they mind you helping me with my hair?"

Hades tapped his fingers together. "I thought you wanted sex." He admitted out the side of his mouth.

Persephone froze. Then turned on her heels to face him a grin on her face, which he then reflected.

Persephone's heart raced. Could it be this easy? Finally the feeling in her chest seemed to make sense. The word on his lips- sex-sent a shiver down her spine. A password to unlock a forbidden entrance. The not so subtle connotation-that he wanted her. It had been a misunderstanding. But now- s-e-x -an option that wasn't there before lingered in the space between them. Like Pandora's box, now that it was out in the open, Persephone couldn't shut the lid. This felt right. No. This felt good. She imagined his large hands on her body and bit her lip, needing it realized more than she needed oxygen. She wondered what it would feel like, her inner cavern being explored, and she didn't want to just wonder anymore.

She dropped the coat to the floor. "Oops." Persephone winked, throwing her hip to her side. She hid her hands behind her back, not wanting him to see her tremble. It wasn't because of the cold air this time.

Hades gulped. He loosened his collar once more, feeling the sweat on the back of his neck. Could it be this easy? Was this all in his head? Was this a trick? No. She grinned up at him and winked. Not a "Gotcha" wink. . . he know those well enough. This was a "come and get it" wink. With her not-so-subtle invitation, he advanced towards her slowly. In what he hoped were sultry movements. Could she tell how completely bewitched he was? Her body curved like a long drive in the dark, taking his thoughts ransom and carrying them away from himself. So close, he was almost touching her now. Almost. That space between them seared with desire. He bent down to pick the coat up. His nose trailed down her bare leg as he did so. Her fingers combed through his hair. In response his eyes rolled back involuntarily. How had she already found his weakness? They hadn't even started. On his way up, he lifted her into his arm. She held onto his shoulders for support. Gently, he set her on the counter. Persephone wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. Her hands traveled up his body, and a thrill ran down her spine. As she began to unbutton the rest of his shirt, her fingers trembled. Finally she rested them on his chest and bit her lip. This was happening. This was really happening. She gazed up at him and smiled, "I'm Persephone, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Persephone." Hades said between shallow breaths. "I'm Hades."

*Five Hours Later*

Persephone stared up at a crystal ceiling. A goofy smile pushed her cheeks up. Holy freaking Mother Gaia. Her body hummed with satisfaction. A warmth lit her up from inside, radiating under her skin. She relaxed into the much needed rest. Tired muscles melted into the bed sheets. She flexed her toes out, getting used to this aching body. She thought that afterwards, she would feel different-that she would feel not like herself-that she would be a stranger to her skin. Sinking further into the pillow behind her back, the sloppy grin still twisting the corners of her mouth, she didn't expect to feel this damn good.

There were no doubts with Hades. There were no voices in the back of her head, pressing an invisible finger to her. Nothing and no one held her back. It was just her and Hades wrapped up in tangles worse than the ones in her hair. Their limbs entwined, their naked bodies on each other. Heat and pleasure passed between them. What started out as a sprint, turned into something deeper. What started as a spark, set the whole forest on fire.

She was completely vulnerable to him and he to her. Exposing not only their bodies but their souls to each other. They were still practically strangers, but they've already seen more in each other than they've let anybody else in their lives look.

Was that normal? Persephone wondered, catching a fragment of her reflection in the crystals up above.

Exhaustion fogged up her head. How long had it been? She tried to gage the hour by the light outside the window, before she remembered the sun couldn't pass between the horizons in this realm. The view outside the window was the same as before. As if time stood still and she hoped it could. If she could soak up this moment for all its worth before the clock started ticking, she would pay whatever the price may be. The last. . . however long it was, felt like a dream, but her aching muscles proved otherwise.

In her reflection, she saw the girl on the ceiling smile a hundred little grins. A joy that she hadn't known before, cascading back to her. A carefree happiness etched there that had been evading her. Hades snored softly beside her. Carefully, she reached out to him and gently caressed his arm. He squeaked out a moan into his pillow.

Content, she burrowed further under the sheets. Finally letting the drowsiness close her eyes.

Hades rolled into his pillow, squeezing it tight as he awoke gently from his nap. He nearly cursed under his breath; He had been having the most amazing dream. It wasn't often he had pleasant dreams. The nightmare was always waking up from them.

Bleary eyed he reached behind him for his glasses on the nightstand, instead he felt the soft fur of the coat. The fur coat with diamond buttons. The fur coat with diamond buttons that he gave to Persephone. The fur coat with diamond buttons that he gave to Persephone and then helped her out of. The fur coat with diamond buttons that that she wore with nothing else underneath. The fur coat with diamond buttons she wore while she took his dick like she owned it.

It wasn't a dream.

He sat up, wide eyed and out of breath. Slowly, as if fearing for what he may or may not find, he looked up at his ceiling first. Pink painted across the crystal shards, interrupting the dark blues and grays. Like an artist dipped into the can of paint and sprinkled in the pop that made the artwork sing. He grinned like a fool.

Smushing his pillow down, he turned over to look at her. He died all over again. How did anyone have the right to look so beautiful while they were asleep? An angelic face, content in sleep. Content in his bed. Naked with nothing to hide. Asleep with no worries or mistrust. He didn't deserve to have such a creature laying next to him. But he liked it.

He really liked it.

He fought off the urge to skootch closer. To wrap her in a gentle embrace and spoon her, her body curving to his curves. No. He couldn't risk waking her up, for to wake up a sleeping angel would be a crime he could never forgive himself of.

He didn't want to pry his eyes away from her, worried that if he blinked, she would be gone and this would be nothing more than a dream again.

Wanting to make sure he saw her with the best vision possible, he reached back again for his glasses. Only 10% realizing how teetering on creepy he was being.

Passed the coat, he felt his phone. It vibrated in his hand. He looked down briefly. 8 missed calls. Three from Minthe, the rest from his brother, and a slew of texts and emails from possibly everyone that had a complaint on the weekend. Which could be a long list.

He looked back at Persephone, mostly to make sure she was still there. Then back to his phone again. He tapped it to his head, trying to figure out what to do. His eyes kept darting to Persephone. She sighed softly in her sleep and it melted his heart.

A decision made- his finger pressed the home button for five seconds until his phone powered down. He tossed it to the side in reckless abandonment. Reality be damned, this moment wouldn't be thwarted by those outside of it. He made time stand still once; He could do it again.

Persephone sighed softly, the memory of his touch squeezing it out of her. She caught him looking at her again and decided it was time to unfurl herself. Yawning, she stretched her whole body. From her toes to her finger tips that nearly touched the headboard, Persephone arched her back, exposing her breasts out of the confines of the sheet.

"Hi." He breathed. A blush rose to his cheeks. He stroked her hair back away from her face. "How did you sleep?"

"Like the dead." Persephone hummed. Even now, every touch, even an innocent one, sent a sort of short circuit through her system. She slid an eye over. "I guess that doesn't really mean the same thing here as it does back home."

"No, not really." Hades chuckled. "The dead don't sleep well at all here. They're very restless."

"Oh, well." Persephone started to slowly inch her way closer towards him. "I slept great. Are these egyptian?" She twiddled her fingers around the bed sheet.

"1000 count egyptian cotton." Hades raised his eyebrows. He too began to angle a limb closer, then another limb, then another, slowly traversing the gap between them.

"It's nice." Persephone murmured. She grabbed his top arm and swung it around herself, turning over.

"You think so?" He cradled his body around hers.

"Yeah, I-" She hesitated and then nuzzled her head into his arm. A question had been burning inside of her for some time now, and now that the rest of her had cooled down she could finally address it. "Can I ask you something?"

He pushed his chest closer to her bare back. Her entire body fit neatly there. Kissing the top of her head, he inhaled her scent: Cherry blossoms and honey suckle. "Of course." He finally answered.

"What's this?" Persephone swiped something off the end table on her side and held it up.

Hades blinked a few times, refocusing his eyes. In her hands, Persephone held the small sticky note from Aphrodite.

He groaned and squeezed Persephone into him before letting her loose. All things must come to and end at some point. This would be the point where she left.

"That was the note I found on your thigh when I got home last night." Hades explained.

Persephone flipped it over in her hand. A large heart and on the other side in lipstick spelled out "Bon Appétit."

"I don't understand." Persephone shifted, breaking out of their cuddle to face him. "Why would Eros do this?"

Hades leaned back on his pillow and stared up at the ceiling. "I'm terribly sorry. It's my fault. This- you- I believe it was intended to teach me a lesson or a poor excuse of a prank.I said something I shouldn't have at the party last night."

"Oh?" Persephone propped herself up with her left hand, and with her other she twirled her finger on his stomach. "Color me intrigued. What did you say?" Goosebumps rose on his skin as she traced flower patterns across his abdomen.

"I saw you. I saw you at the party." He remembered, slightly ashamed. "I think you had just spilled your drink. And you completely caught me off guard. There was something in your face that had me mesmerized. Still do." He admitted sheepishly.

Persephone tilted her head. She didn't see him. "Why didn't you come talk to me?"

"Well, I tried." He paused and then looked down at her hand. "That feels nice, by the way."

Her fingers twirled lower, following the lines of his v and then back up the other side.

Hades cleared his throat, trying to concentrate. "This may come as a surprise, but I don't normally approach girls at parties. I don't normally go to parties in general. But I desperately wanted to talk to you. I wanted to hear your voice. To look into your eyes." He sunk into his pillow. "I-I just wanted to talk."

Her hand stopped and rested by his side. "Why would Eros take offense at that?" Persephone still didn't understand.

"N-no- don't stop." Hades pleaded.

"Okay-okay." Persephone responded, raising her hand in the air. "Keep talking."

"Deal." Hades breathed. "I said that you were the most attractive woman I'd ever seen." Blushing, her hands dipped under the sheets, circling lower on his body. "And, I mayhavesaidthatyouputAphroditetoshame." He said quickly.

"What?" She asked.

"I said." Hades took a deep breath. "I said you put Aphrodite to shame."

"You compared me to Aphrodite?" Persephone moved closer, using his shoulder to support her weight. "That was really stupid." She reprimanded him in a serious tone, but a smile wiggled out from the corner of her lips. Her hands massaged closer and closer to the place that ached for her touch.

"It was." Hades agreed. "But it's true." He caught her eye, and she blinked, taken aback. "I can't say that it was just a joke. Or an exaggeration. It's true."

She cleared her head, her mind set. "And what exactly was the lesson she was trying to teach you?" Finally, after teasing him, her fingers found the base of his already half erection.

He dragged in a shaky breath, trying to keep himself in check. Her soft fingers sent ripples of sensation through him. She didn't even have to lift her finger. "That I shouldn't-" He swallowed hard as she began to grip his shaft. "That I shouldn't." He paused again as she pulled him into her grip and rubbed him back down. As his silence continued, she stopped and waited for him to finish his thought.

He frowned. "I think she thought you would be disgusted by me and that I would lose interest."

"Oh?" Slowly her whole body moved underneath the sheets. Her lips dragged along his side and her hair swept up the trail. "And have you lost interest?" She murmured into his skin.

Hades nearly fainted. "S-s-s-she was trying to teach me that I shouldn't say such things." Persephone pulled up over him, the bedsheet laying across her head. His erection twitched in her direction, feeling the warmth of her breath.

"And did you learn your lesson?"

"No." Hades breathed.

She grinned in response and then her tongue swirled around his head. Saliva dribbled down his throbbing veins. Her lips kissed him up, then she pressed her lips together and pushed his cock between them, opening her mouth to him and taking him whole.

Hades eyes rolled back and he groaned involuntarily.

Persephone would have enjoyed his reaction, but she she gagged around his girth. His full arousal was easily the the length of her own head and just about as thick as her arm.

"Easy baby." Hades cupped his hand around her jaw as she pulled back.

She blushed, realizing she had bitten off more than she could chew, so to speak. It would take some creativity to accomplish this task she set for herself. Two pink hands came to her aid and pumped his base while her mouth worked on his crown, dripping down saliva every now and then to lubricate him up. He tasted like bitter sap. The sweetness came from his involuntary huffs of exultation. When her lips needed a break, her tongue would slide down him the trail of his veins. Like a map, she studied his geography.

Proudly, Persephone sucked him off between her lips. Every now and then she'd look up to see the absolute control she had over him. He was putty in her soft hands and moist lips. This was power; his dick between her teeth. Every sensation and every pleasure he felt, she created. His moans where hers. She was responsible for the king laying vulnerable beneath her. Between her lips she had the power to destroy and the power to kill in another way. She had the King of the Underworld between her teeth and she felt powerful.

"Could you do me a favor?" Persephone angled her face up. A string of saliva still attached her to him.

"Anything." Hades breathed. He moved his hand from her breast to her face, wiping away the stray hairs that had gotten stuck to her cheek.

"Can you hold my hair back?" She asked. "It's just, it's hard to - It's really heavy and sticky."

Hades thought that after telling her about Aphrodite she would have gotten mad. She would have demanded to go home. He didn't expect this. She didn't forgive him, because she found nothing to forgive him for. Instead, she was . . . rewarding him. He didn't deserve this. But he liked it.

He really liked it.

"Of course." Hades pushed himself up, leaning his back against the headboard. She got on all fours and crouched down on him between his legs. Her thicc ass pushed back high into the air. He combed through her long hair, brushing it to one side. He held her hair in one hand while his other gathered the stray lochs.

She dipped back onto his cock. As she did so, her hair tightened and slackened in his grasp. "Mmm." She hummed. "That's better."

"Can I ask a question?" Hades combed her hair back again, threading his fingers through her tresses.

"Is it," She said between licking up his shaft. "About." She wrapped her lips around him and swirled back up. "My hair?" She took a breath then pounced on him again.

"Uhuh." Hades moaned.

Persephone sighed with his cock in her mouth. Her sounds echoed through him and Hades felt her sigh escape out of him. Her lips pressed firmly around his member and sucked him up, then she released at his head. A string of saliva broke as she rested her cheek on the side of his hip. Her hands continued to pump him, while her mouth took a rest.

"I'm not really good at controlling my powers just yet. I've been in a funk." She took in a deep breath, liking the musk of his skin here. She breathed warm air on his shaft and kissed him gently where her hands left gaps. "But, I had a nightmare last night. A stressful one."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Hades looked at her with concern. "I know being in a strange place-"

"S'okay. It's nothing new. I've been getting nightmares pretty often now." She rolled over to his other hip. Her tongue reached out and stroked his balls.

Hades tried to keep focus while she fondled with his family jewels. "M-me too." He sympathized, gripping the sheets tightly. "I normally wake up around 2am and can't fall back asleep so I just get up."

"That's rough." Persephone said with her lips whispering lightly against the wrinkled skin. "Do you know if there's a pattern to them?"

"Persephone," Hades leaned back. "I'd rather not think about my nightmares right now. I already have enough issues as it is."

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Just. . . don't stop."

Persephone nodded. "Yes, sir." She winked and reunited with his cock, warming it back up again in her mouth. She felt a tension in his skin and he gently thrusted closer to her. He grew stiffer underneath her fingers. They found a rhythm. Pulling, thrusting, lifting, sucking. She could feel him building up.

Desperately, his hands let go of her hair, but then combed her hair back away from her face, gripping her, guiding her onto him. His breath came out in short gasps. She could feel his groin start to tense up. He opened his lips, to try to warn her, but his voice was gone, his strength pooled for a release that was quickly coming. She fastened to his cock even harder, sealing herself to him. She moaned encouragingly around him. Her raspy murmurs sent him over the edge and pleasure rocketed through him like fireworks.

Hades tried to push her back, to spare her. Instead she deflected his warning hand away, while she caught his ejaculation in her mouth. She swallowed it back satisfactorily. Grinning at her achievement, she then licked up the remaining pearlescent liquid sliding down his shaft like a melting popsicle. She withdrew her hands from his groin gently and then licked off the remaining juices that had dripped down on them like a kitten.

Suddenly, Hades lips crashed on hers. His arms pulled her up to the top of the bed. Her lips were a dark pink and swollen and he dipped into them passionately, tasting himself on her tongue. "You." Her whispered. "Are." Another kiss. "Incredible." Hades picked Persephone up by her bottom and set her down on her back. Swinging open her legs, he slithered in between them and dipped his head between her thighs. Her wetness pooled for him, ready for him to lick up. His eyes rolled back as he suffocated himself onto her. She tasted like a sweet melon and he wanted nothing more than to clean her plate.

Her stomach rumbled loud enough to be heard over her moaning and whimpers.

"Oh. I'm sorry." Hades blushed. "It's been hours. You must be starving." He could have been satisfied just with her pussy, but after so much sex all day, he had to admit to himself, he was famished.

Persephone threw a pillow on her head. "Ah, how embarrassing." What a mood killer.

"No. No. It's I who should be embarrassed." He removed the pillow, not wanting to ever be obstructed from seeing her face. "You're a guest in my house and I haven't been taking care of you. Shame on me. I'm sorry." He sat on his knees. "We should get some food." He stared at the edge of the bed, knowing that there was an invisible circle around it. As soon as he crossed the line, the magic would be lost and reality would start to leak into their space and leech under the covers.

A pink hand caught his. He turned to look at her, seeing the same realization in her eyes. The same fear that this would fall away like sand between their fingers as soon as they got up. "Don't go." She pleaded. "I-I don't really want to move."

"How about. . . I. . . order in?" He asked hopefully.

Persephone beamed up at him and threw herself into his arms.

Thirty minutes later they were eating pizza on top of his covers. Cerberus sniffed at the air and then stretched across the end of the bed. He let himself in after scaring the pizza delivery driver half to death.

Persephone put on one of Hades' shirt, loosely buttoned with a pair of his black socks crumpled around her ankles. He slipped on a pair of boxers and a short terry cloth robe.

He'd never eaten in bed before. It went against everything he knew of himself. Yet, Persephone's giggles by his side, the way she knocked her feet into his and laughed with a full bite of pizza crust in her mouth, it all made him realize he had been living the wrong way. This was life. Living in the realm of the dead had made him lose sight of it. Made him forget the warmth, the laughter, the joy of life. She brought it back to him. In a dark dim world, where the dead were restless, Persephone showed him the light of life. It hadn't even been a full day yet, but Hades was ready to hand her the world.

They talked of everything. Their conversation easy between them as if they'd known each other for hundreds of years, yet new enough to be curious of every aspect of their life. There was only one topic they each avoided like the plague: What they needed to do tomorrow.

Hades tossed the empty pizza box to the floor. Cerberus perked up and launched himself towards it. He sniffed the box, checking to see if there were any pieces left. Grumpily, Cerberus returned to his corner.

"You know." Hades watched his magic dog drift back to sleep. "He never sleeps around strangers. He never sits on the bed with them either."

Persephone crawled over to Cerberus. "That's because we're not strangers." Persephone rubbed Cerberus's belly. "He's my good boy. Isn't that right."

Cerberus rolled his tongue out.

"What about me?" Hades raised his eyebrows ruefully. "What am I?"

"You're my good boy, too." She also rubbed his belly playfully.

He barked out a laugh. His knees hiked up. "Hey, that tickles."

"Oh? Does it now?" A wicked grin spread across her face. Her fingers turned into tickle claws and she attacked.

Hades laughed until tears sprouted from his eyes. He twisted out of her grasp then launched himself over her. She turned to shield himself from his own tickle fingers, but it was too late. She screamed a peel of laughter as he stroked the back of her knee and then fondled the space to the side of her breast, reaching in under his shirt that wrapped around her. She tried to block him with her butt in the air. It was a valiant effort that swerved him off course.

He gripped her love handles to steady himself. His heart rate slowed down as he breathed, comprehending their current positioning. She was bent over, on her knees, her bare ass leaning against his thighs as he kneeled behind her. She realized it too and looked back at him hungrily. In anticipation, she clutched a pillow underneath her and dug her face into it, muffling out a mewling whimper. Experimentally, he thrusted his hips on her ass and she wiggled down, enjoying the pressure. Wanting more. Never satisfied. Hades slipped his cock out of his boxes and dragged it between her butt cheeks.

"Here we go again." Hades smiled to himself.

"So." Hades panted. Staring up at the crystal ceiling. "It's getting late."

"Oh?" Persephone was still disoriented with the time.

He rolled over and nuzzled his face on her chest. "I-I can take you home if you want."

"Oh." Persephone nodded. She too had to catch her breath. The room was full of sex and it was nearly suffocating. She kissed his disheveled hair, trying to remember his scent in case she never saw him again.

"But it is late." Hades continued. "And. . . if you wanted to stay. . ."

"Yes. It is late." Persephone nodded slowly.

"I don't want to make you feel like you can't leave. If you want to go, just say the word."

Persephone remained quiet.

"I don't want to keep you from anything." Hades frowned. "I'm sure you have your own life to get back to."

Her heart sank. Her own life. Separate. Away. What would she do now in her own life? She started school tomorrow. On a virgin scholarship. She lived with the leader of maiden's. She had undone everything in a single afternoon. Her life, if she went back, would be in ruins. But she wasn't the one that built the columns. Her life was constructed from outside sources, but they never checked the foundation. Crumbling it up, was her decision. The first step in the right direction. She was after all the powerful goddess that held Hades between her teeth. She could do what she wanted. And what she wanted was to keep doing Hades. She didn't want to go back.

"I mean. Nothing. . . that important." Persephone finally answered. "I don't mind shirking some responsibilities for a little while longer." She could feel Hades lips spread into a smile at her neck.

"In that case. . . if you want, you can sleep here tonight with me."

She thought about it carefully "No, I think I'll sleep in the guest room again."

"Oh," Hades blinked. "If that's what- you want."

"No silly, that's a joke." She poked his head.

"Ha." Hades sighed in relief. "So you'll stay?" He asked, bewilderment in his eyes with every yes she gave.

She nodded. "Yes, I'll stay."

Hades gulped. He never had a woman stay this long. He never let a woman stay this long. Persephone was different. Even Cerberus knew it.

"I still have a kingdom to run." Hades groaned, sinking into his pillow. He really couldn't keep this up. People depended on him. Her hands rubbed circles on his shoulder and then down his side and he wanted nothing more than to stay in this moment forever.

Persephone bit her lip. "Maybe you can work from home?"