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Eris contemplated the apple a bit, before placing it back into the bag at her side.

"You... uhm..." She began. "Ok, I know what you're doing here... and It's tempting."

"What are you talking about? I'm not doing anything." I looked across the soft contours of her arms, taking in the softly tanned skin, and just contemplating how much I wanted to touch her. It had been crazy, but amazing.

"Yes... you... dammit, I want to, I mean, I even had this all planned out and everything..." Eris sighed. "I was going to bullshit you about... fuck... you actually managed to do it, didn't you. You didn't say it, but you kept showing it, over and over, letting me be the hero, letting me..."

"You're losing me here..."

"I'm not talking to you, Brent, I'm talking to Penelope. You... aren't really going to ever understand it, because you can't. Think of it like sitting around playing a video game, and you're a character. You're never going to believe that there's a controller, and you're never going to even contemplate it, because you CAN'T see it. You can't look out of the screen and see a Greek woman with a controller consistently picking flirty and sweet choices. But I can, because I'm sitting on the couch next to her. And it's REALLY sweet, and I kinda want to, but... you know... I'm straight."

"Ok, now you're just fucking with me."

"You have NO idea how much I wish I were," Eris groaned. "See when a god's awake we see the underlying soul, not the form. I mean, we see both, and interact with both, but sex.... sex is a much deeper connection than just getting off with a fun toy, no offense."

"I almost feel like I should be offended by that, but you said this was a porn world, so... I'm just rolling with it."

"Dammit, see, there you go again, just accepting what I say without pushing back or trying to take charge. Total sweet move, and you're really good at this, Penny. I know what you're trying to say, and... it's sweet. Really. I mean, you're even TALKING it out rather than just kissing me and taking me to bed like a man would... in that little houseboat over there... I'm hinting."

I kissed her. Her lips were sweet and she grinned as I felt her pressing her body against mine, her hand sliding over the back of my shirt.

"Took you long enough..." She mumbled, our feet moving almost of their own accord down towards a small floating shack that looked much more well apportioned than I would have thought. Of course, I remembered not to ask any fucking questions as the little door to the floating shelter opened easily to our touch, revealing a nicely well apportioned room, in the sense that it was laid out perfectly for an affair from what I could tell. A large bed dominated the room, complete with a headboard, done out in what looked like walnut and cedar. The whole room smelled of sea, which was rather odd considering the pond was situated a good distance from any...

"See now, we're talking..." Eris shoved me through the door, dropping her bag and slamming it shut behind us. She framed herself within the door, her predatory wings spreading slightly, blocking the sunlight that wanted to stream in from behind her. "Remind me to thank biodad..."

Her hand went to the top button of her vest, and undid it with a deft motion. The action brought attention to the valley between her breasts, and she tossed her hair as she did so.

"See... gotta keep in mind that this is really dangerous. Normally I don't... I'd never do this without protection..."

The thought that a goddess was worried about birth control suddenly struck me as incongruous, but the moment was silenced by Eris' hands on my back as she lunged forward and kissed me again. I eagerly slid my tongue into her mouth and we fell onto the bed together as we continued to kiss and touch against each other.

My hand slid up to continue undoing the buttons that Eris had started.

"So... really gotta be... careful..." She whispered, her hands pushing my shirt off of my shoulders, as my fingers finished the undoing the last bronze button. The soft leather feel apart, revealing a soft expanse of her naked flesh. I slid my hand under her vest, around her back, and was shocked to find a network of scars marked up and down. Not deep, but definitely present, and old. She shivered as my hand closed on the juncture where soft feather began to meet with flesh.

"Yes..." She whispered. "Careful with those... that's really sensitive." She gasped as I ran my finger along the tendon which led to... was it an armpit, what do you call the part of a wing... arrgh, not the time to be worrying about terminology, my brain railed at me as I continued to push the leather off of her body, revealing her olive skin and lovely breasts to my gaze.

"Get that shirt off," She ordered, yanking the last bit of cloth from my upper body. I tugged it over my head, dropping it onto the floor as I lay down with her again, this time delighting in the feel of her flesh against mine.

"Yeah... " She murmured against my lips as we kissed again, my thumb and forefinger pinching softly at her nipple. "Fuck yes... little harder... nope too hard... there we go..."