His was.
He speared his fingers into the hair at her nape, and he pulled her through the mud until she was tight against his body, her breasts pressing against his chest.He smoothed a hand down her spine, possibly burning through rubber and linen to the skin beneath.It settled at the small of her back right above the outward curve of her backside, and there it remained, his thumb doing slow, wicked sweeps up and down as his lips and tongue did slow, wicked sweeps across her mouth.
A kiss.
A consuming.
A conflagration.
Heat was rising in her body, starting from her very core, spiraling up and out.It traveled along her veins and pooled especially scalding where they touched.It was in her, the heat, and of her, and it wanted out, wanted to be used.It would burn her up if she didn’t give it purpose and direction.
She gripped the back of his neck beneath the collar of his coat.Oh, skin there, so hot, so soft.She used it to press even closer to him, to try out wild kissing for herself.
His chuckle was dark, his hand becoming a claw at her lower back, digging through coat and gown and shift, trying, it seemed to rip away anything between them.
The heat demanded it.
And since they needed the heat, they must comply.Oh, Hestia, what a pleasure to comply.
He groaned, and the sound turned into something almost like a whimper as he pulled away.Not far.Just to where the tips of their noses touched.His eyes—all blue astonishment, the flecks of gold around the edges glowing.
“Do you feel it?”He breathed the words, his gaze flicking to her lips.
She nodded and melted against him for another kiss, this one a grasping, clutching, frantic thing.
She needed so much so desperately.Closer bodies.More skin.Less clothes.
Rain barely touched them before sizzling into nothing.The heat that had begun at their lips and pooled low in her belly, between her legs, roared throughout her now, carried by her galloping pulse to feet and hands.
And hands.
She ripped away from the kiss.The gate!Her hand was still placed at the top of the bar, his hand at the bottom.Their hands glowed with yellow-white heat.The bar glowed, too.The rain swallowed her wild laughter.
Apollo’s grin seemed a thing that could not be contained, and he dragged her into him for another kiss.Hot and long, and it tasted of rain and sun.
Click.
The squeal of rusty hinges.
The tug of the gate.
They released it, clung to each other, as the gate swung open.They laughed, foreheads pressed together, both arms tangled up in each other now.
“We did it, Sybil.”
“We did!”
“You did it!”
“I did.”Oh, her heart knew no boundaries.It would break her chest open.
“I knew you could.”He kissed her.“I knew you could.God, you’re amazing.”
“You helped.”She grasped the collar of his coat, pulling him closer.“Thank you, thank you, thank you!”
He swallowed her celebration with another kiss.
And then a wet, wooly head butted the side of Sybil’s face.
