"My goddess," Hades rumbles, his voice low as thunder as his lips brush against the bone of Persephone's ankle. His broad fingers curl lightly, reverently at the back of her ankle, up her calf, as gentle as though she were spring leaves new from the bud. Despite it all, everything they had been through and the hard, painful talks they'd had since she came- home, this echoing cavernous audience hall was home, and her heart sang even as her breath caught at her husband's attentions - he still touched her with all the adoration of a petitioner. The dark crimson of his eyes shift under thick lashes; watching her face, following the folds of her robe as they slide away from her thigh. "May I?"

She watches him for a moment, her supplicant kneeling before her throne, massive shoulders bowed to cradle one of her grass-stained feet with unthinkable delicacy. Pretends to consider, for all that he is already part-way between her legs and he can see the hairs rising on her legs at the brush of his beard against her skin. "You may," she decrees with all the gravity the Queen of the Underworld commands, and his eyes twinkle as his head bows-

There is a crash from the river landing, and they both freeze as a red-spattered form collides with an amphora.

"...oh dear," Persephone blurts, and lets out a helpess giggle as her husband growls against her ankle.