Halloween [Orpheus]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve carries Orpheus into their room, nuzzling Orpheus's face and paying little attention to the path he takes.

He sets Orpheus carefully on the bed with one more long kiss. When he pulls away he whispers, "Gosh, you're pretty, sweetheart."

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[golden_lyre]

Orpheus makes sure to set her guitar aside somewhere along the way, laughing as she's laid on the bed, the sound not nearly as confident as usual at that sort of compliment.

"Am I?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yes." Steve slides his nose along her cheek. "Your skin is so soft."

[golden_lyre]

"You, my love," Orpheus murmurs, reaching out a slim-fingered hand hesitantly to lay it on his chest, "are always beautiful."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve takes her hand and kisses her palm. "I'm not sure about the hair. I suspect I look like Thor." He pulls the leather thong binding one of his thick braids and combs the braid out with his fingers.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus pulls the other loose with her free hand, working it free. "I wouldn't know..."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You'll meet him soon," Steve says. "The next time he comes to Midgard, we'll have to get the whole team together again."

He shakes his hair loose and grins at her. "I could grow it out, if you like it..."

[golden_lyre]

"It's how we used to wear it," she says, smiling faintly. "But I think you'd have a hard time fitting it under your cowl..."

She leans up then, kissing him softly, fingers tangling in his hair.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"You're probably right..."

Steve runs his hands down Orpheus's sides as they kiss.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus leans into the touches, humming softly against Steve's lips.


[ooc: Bedtime.]

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Different," Steve murmurs. "Curves."


[ooc: Good night!]

[golden_lyre]

"Yes, there would be," Orpheus murmurs in response, trailing her hands over Steve's chest.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve kisses her, his touch gentle, and then whispers, "Tell me what to do. I don't really know what to do."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs softly. "I'm not entirely sure I remember," she whispers. "Touch me as you usually would."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Yeah, but--"

He does a little Shut up, Steve, headshake and kisses her neck.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus laughs again, Steve's uncertainty making her feel a little better. As Steve's lips move over her skin, she curls her hand around his, slowly bringing it up to her breast.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve glances at her, then watches as his hand tentatively squeezes her breast.

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus gasps softly, chest expanding, then laughs once more and pushes herself up a little. "Here, lovely, help me out of this dress."

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

"Oh, yes," Steve murmurs and slides his hands to her back.

[golden_lyre]

She shifts a little to help him get it unzipped, leaning up to kiss his throat as he did.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He unzips her dress, and then traces his fingertips over her bare back.

[golden_lyre]

She shivers lightly, sliding her arms from the dress. Underwear doesn't seem to be a thing she takes to in either gender.

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

Steve pulls her dress from her arms, and then...stares.


"...oh. Oh my."

[golden_lyre]

Orpheus arches an eyebrow at him. "Oh my?"

[thekidfrombrooklyn]

He traces the slope of her breast. "I. Um."

[golden_lyre]

She shivers, arching up toward him. "You um?"