RP for har_si_ese (Awakening)

[mehet_weret]

It had become a little easier, because of meeting Peter and Paul, talking with Ogma and Anpu. Just for the mere fact that she was no longer alone in this. (No, she did not mean to dump responsibility on to anybody - that was not the way of a queen. But she was not prepared to deal with what was transpiring, and with out Heru's council - and even if he were awake, she knew it would not be fully his - she was not fit to make decisions or take actions which could shake the very substance of how they were, and had been.) It meant that there was help, and a second opinion (and a third, blessedly, and more, by the sounds of it) and that there were more resources to be pooled.

More could be done.

At least it had seemed so when she'd been with them.

And then she got home, to the still form of her king, the body of a god - and, she knew, powerful and overwhelming as fitting - with less life in it than her own, than a pure mortal. Indeed, growing stronger, but still not enough to be animated. To speak and think and act on his own.

The sadness, wrongness to this sight took her again.

She moved around the place, straightening, making sure that everything was in order. Taking care of her body and of his, as much as was possible.

And then she was back to waiting. Working on untangling the spell and waiting. Watching him and waiting. Thinking and waiting. Remembering. And waiting.

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He stirred, in the simplest of ways. His eyes cracking slowly, as his fingers twitched and his head lolled to the side. The comforts of the room were not something he recalled knowing, but there was a familiarity to it that stopped all fears or panic. A warmth that slipped around him and held him tightly, though worry hung heavily in the air.

Sitting up slowly, his eyes were heavy as they slipped along the lines of the room, tracing out a desk and dresser before meeting with the large eyes of a worried woman.

//Hathor,// He spoke softly, his voice broken from his use as he shifted on the bed and reached a hand out to her. //You look troubled, my Queen. What is it that plagues your thoughts?//

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Hathor probably wouldn't have. Possibly. Maybe. But Ellen's first reaction his motion was a gasp as relief flushed through her.

She was moving towards him already, by the time he spoke, and took his hand, sat on the edge of the bed.

//Oh Heru...// She swallowed, and her eyes shone at him, even though she couldn't quite muster a smile yet. //You have been unwell for many days. Seeing you helpless for so long, my lord...// Headshake, then her other hand reached up for his cheek, thumb caressing the cheekbone. //But seeing you awake is joyful.//

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His brow knotted for a moment, before he pushed himself up on the bed a little more and smiled at her softly.

//Nothing of consequence.// He murmured, pulling her closer as he leaned in to press his lips against her skin. //Not when I am awake now. Not when I can hold you now.//

He traced a hand up her neck, sliding his fingers softly along the curve of her neck. Her skin was so soft, so gentle. //Everything will be alright.//

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Her eyes closed and lips puffed out with a small sound in the back of her throat, a little whimper. Her hands rose, placed gently on the sides of his head, and her own lips pressed kisses on his face - his brow, his cheeks - gently, quickly, mindlessly for a few moments. Drawn, excited by his touch, by his kiss. By his words.

//You were unconscious for so long. Oh Heru, my Heru... I felt so helpless back there, couldn't stop you from slipping away, couldn't do anything. And then days, days where life was but dwindling inside you...//

A mortal couldn't help being attracted by a god. And when the god - well, goddess - inside the mortal objected not at all... well. Affectionate.
But then, even with Ogma and Anpu giving a breather of respite, she'd been worried for too long.

Then the queen forced herself to some semblance of control, and a smile. Hathor's smile. //But it will be alright. It is better already.//

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He smiled, turning in the bed as he guided her back against the mattress. He let a hand trace down the line of her neck, lazily pulling down her shoulder as he watched the fabric of her clothing shift across her frame.

//Shh. Do not speak of it. An incident that has passed us, and we are the better for it.// He assured her, leaning down to press a soft kiss against her neck. //How long it has been, my wife...since you and lain with me as such?//

He has much better ideas on how to occupy her mind and mouth when it came to discussing their most recent, unfortunate history.

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A part of her mind knew exactly what he was doing. And why. And why eventually they would have to deal with that accident.

But even that impartial part did not begrudge the pleasure now. At all. Even as body and soul, she responded to his touches, his kisses, the way his eyes took her in. Her body arched slightly up to him at that kiss, breath coming out fast and warm between her parted lips.

//Too long.// Her voice was lower, deeper, huskier, and her fingers combed into his hair, her other hand sliding down in turn over the curve of his shoulder. Down his shoulder-blade. //Too long, husband-mine. An you feel recovered enough, that can be remedied, and with great joy.//

Fingers returned up his shoulder, the side of his neck, and she ran her other hand's thumb over the edge of his ear, fingernail lightly running over the earlobe.

Great joy. As always, each time. Merely looking up into his eyes, onto his face, immortal, perfect and imperfect, she was ready to give the best of pleasure she was capable of.
And he knew she was capable of.