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Hades turned the page in his book, ignoring the huff Cerberus made when he moved his hand from rubbing the dog’s ears. Hades was relaxing. It was one of his few evenings when he got to be alone. Persephone was out with Eros at some new club in Olympus that Hera had just opened. He’d been invited of course but the week had been long and he just wanted a quiet evening at home. Persephone had seemed a little disappointed but she knew going out like that was taxing for him and accepted that, after making a joke about being married to an old man.
Here he was feet up surrounded by his dogs, wearing his favorite sweats and reading one of his favorite books while listening to some quiet music in the background. He was enjoying his peaceful evening when the peace was broken as his cell phone rang. Hades was confused when the ID showed it was Eros, he almost never called him.
“Eros?” He answered questioningly. He hoped nothing had happened while they were out. Granted the most likely thing to happen was Persephone cursing someone. His wife more than earned her Dread Queen title.
“Hey, Hades,” Eros said hesitating, “so nothing’s wrong b. . .” he continued only to be cut off by excited yelling very close to the phone.
“You’re talking to Hades! Hi baby! Come dance with me!” Persephone yelled excitedly not quiet sounding like herself. The words had a slight slur to them.
Hades instantly knew the problem. His little wife got drunk off her ass. That was the only time she called him baby. “Where did you guys go again?” He asked rubbing his eyes, knowing he’d need to collect her.
“The Golden Fleece, on Starlight Blvd. Drive, I can handle her for the time it will take you too. She’ll puke if you transfer,” Eros said simply, “Cinnamon, get off the table!” Eros yelled before hanging up. He was going to have his hands full with the pint-sized goddess until Hades got there.
Hades just sighed and went to change. He was a king. He couldn’t show up at a club in sweat pants, no matter how much he wanted too. He had the damn reputation to uphold, it would probably be helpful if Persephone couldn’t strip him too easily. She was unpredictable when drunk. Once he was back in black slacks and a black button-down shirt, he started his drive to get his wife hoping she’d be far enough gone she would just want to sleep.
As he drove Hades thought back to other nights his little wife had had too much to drink, including the time that started their whole relationship. Fates, let her be tired, he didn’t want to have to manhandle her all night.
Hades walked to The Golden Fleece and made his way through the crowd. Hades was impressed by the space Hera had created. Gold was the main color of the club but rich jewel tones covered the seating areas and bar. The dance floor was a sunken space in the back of the room with a stage that was large enough for live music. Hades was looking around and finally noticed a balcony that was most likely the VIP area and where Persephone would be.
He made his way to the stair to get to the balcony, happy that the booming music was a little quieter in this area. He knew Eros would have Persephone somewhere more isolated, for privacy as well as for everyone else’s safety. Persephone’s temper could flare up in a second while intoxicated. Hades didn’t even have to look for them because the second he appeared at the rope blocking off the VIP from the rest of the club Persephone was calling for him.
“Cinnamon, stop, you’re gonna fall,” Eros was exasperated and trying to keep the small woman on the couch she was sitting on. It was clear that Persephone was beyond the point of listening and if she was there, she would be clinging to Hades the second he got close enough.
Hades quickly made his way over and knelt in front of her. “Hey Sweetness, lets get you home,” he said softly brushing some hair behind her ear before scooping her up in his arms.
Persephone just giggled and wrapped her arms around his neck playing with the small hairs on the back of his neck. “Baby,” she cooed, “can we play? I wanna play,” she giggled and started kissing his neck sloppily.
Hades just sighed. Tonight, was going to be a long night if she was drunk and horny. Either way was a lot, both together was a nightmare. It made her demanding and insatiable, which was only made worse because he wouldn’t fuck her when she was like this. They’d talk about it, a lot at the beginning of the relationship. Neither of them will do more than kiss if the other is too inebriated. So, much for his quiet evening at home.
Hades wound his way through the club, doing his best to ignore his wife’s mouth on him. It was hot and insistent, her tongue causing goosebumps to rise on his skin, as well as making other things want to rise. He was just happy she wasn’t looking around. The last thing he needed was for her to threaten a nymph. The last time that happened Persephone ended up almost cursing the poor woman because she thought the nymph was checking him out. He’d paid out a small fortune to keep that incident out of the tabloids.
He took a deep breath as he stepped out of the club. He decided she needed to be in the backseat of the car. Space would be good. The last time she’d been drunk like this they’d almost crashed because she decided she needed to blow him. Needless to say, he wasn’t going to trust her up front right now.
“Baby, I wanna stay close!” she slurred trying to climb her way into the front seat as Hades made her sit so he could buckle her in.
“Stop, sweetness,” he ordered sternly, causing her to whine, “you can be close at home.”
The drive went better than Hades expected it would. For awhile she’d been leaning forward trying to touch him where she could but then she’d slumped to the side mumbling occasionally before appearing to have fallen asleep. Hopefully, that’s the way she’d stay.
Hades was disappointed when she popped right back up as soon as he parked the car. Before he could stop her, she was stumbling her way out of the car and up to the door.
“Seph! Stop,” he called after her catching up in two strides. He scooped her up ignoring her protests, and her weak attempts to push him away. There was too high of a chance she’d break her ankle in those heels for him to trust her walking on her own. He didn’t need her drunk and injured.
Hades got them both inside and set her down on the couch, taking the time to help her out of her shoes incase she decided to get up. Cerberus was still on the couch so there was a good chance she would stay put while he got her some water.
Persephone was crying surrounded by the dogs on the floor when he returned. She looked up at him pitifully, “I need more hands,” she slurred going back to petting the dogs she could reach. They were all circling around her trying to get pets from mommy not realizing how drunk she was.
Hades did his best to suppress his laugh and shooed the dogs away before sitting down by her. “Drink this, Sweetness,” he soothed handing her the water.
“I don’t wanna,” she pouted starting to move away from him, only have his arm wrap around her waist and settling her on his lap. “Nooooo! I wanna give pets!” she groaned trying to break out of the hold of his arms.
“This is not a debate Honey Bee,” Hades said seriously dropping his voice lower. Persephone continued to pout but took the water and started to drink it. Hades was just happy dropping the nickname and his tone worked with her listening.
She started shifting around on his lap, trying to get closer to him. She looked up at him with red eyes when she’d finished her water. “I wanna play, my King,” she whined giving her best drunken attempt at a seductive look. With glassy, unfocused eyes and hair sticking to her face, it didn’t have the desired effect.
“You are too drunk for anything,” he said keeping the same low tone, “Its food, if your hungry, pjs, then bed,” He ordered leaving no room for argument.
“Your no fun,” she whimpered her pout coming back even more pronounced. “My King, I’m horny. You need to take care of me!” Her demand lost power as she slurred. While still on his lap Persephone tried to wiggle out of her dress only to get it stuck around her chest as she forgot to unzip it.
Hades cursed internally feeling his cock twitch as her soft curves came into view. She had to be wearing the damn black lace panties he loved on her.
“Little Goddess Stop!” Hades demanded his voice holding the promise of punishment if she disobeyed. He was pleased when she stilled and he was able to fix her dress. “Not tonight, Honey Bee. We can play in the morning when you’ve sobered up,” he said softer standing with her in his arms.
“But I want you now!” She complained trying to slide her hand into his shirt. She just wanted to kiss him and love him and touch him.
“Then you shouldn’t have had so much to drink,” he teased softly not bothering to stop the hand that was now tracing his scares. Letting her touch would help more than denying her everything. It was also a helpful distraction for her because she hadn’t realized he was taking her to their room.
Hades sat her down on the bed and took in her full appearance. Make up needed removed, her hair had grown so it needed brushed and taming, and he would need to take care of it quickly because he could tell she was close to fading.
“Stay Honey Bee,” he ordered helping her move closer to the middle of the bed. He was only gone for a few minutes, gathering the things he needed. When he returned he was happy to see that she hadn’t moved.
Hades helped her change into her pjs, a task that would have been easier with a toddler. She’d stripped happily but once she realized he wanted to put cloths back on her, she’d tried to run away. She’d made it three steps before tripping, falling to the ground. When he got down to help her up, she almost kicked him in the balls. He’d yelled at her then and she finally stayed still.
Bushing and braiding her hair was easier. She happily mumbled nonsense to him as he worked and gave him a lopsided smile when he was finished. “My King takes such good care of me!” she cooed as he led her to the bathroom, which she made more difficult by trying to snuggle him while they walked.
After teeth were brushed and make-up was removed, he finally got her tucked into bed. “Stay put,” he ordered. She whined after he kissed her forehead and pulled away.
“I’ll be back in a moment Honey Bee,” he promised softly, “I have to get myself ready for bed now.”
He was pleased that she’d stayed put when he was back in a tee-shirt and grey sweats. It was more then he liked sleeping in but more clothing was the better option tonight. “See, I’m back,” he said gently, getting into bed with her.
She was instantly snuggling into his side, her hand quickly trying to snake its way into his pants. “No,” he commanded firmly, gently grabbing her wrist and holding her hand to his chest, “it’s time to sleep, none of that.”
“But I want you,” she whimpered pressing her face into his covered chest.
Hades sighed and pulled her closer. “In the morning, but now it’s time to sleep. It would make me very happy if you went to sleep Honey Bee. We have the rest of the weekend we can play,” he whispered rubbing soothing circles on her back.
Persephone pouted as he turned the lights off and hugged him tighter. She accepted the no for now and just tried to get as close as possible. “My King?” she questioned softly wishing she could see him in the dark room.
“Yes Sweetness?” he asked her continuing to rub her back.
“Shirt off please?” she mumbled softly using as few words as she could. She was getting very tired and she just wanted to feel him. She needed to be as close as she could.
Hades heard the sleep in her tone and quickly removed his shirt hoping that it wouldn’t amp her up again but still wanting to give her what she needed. He was pleased when she just rested her head on his chest and smiled when he felt her breath even out and slow. Hades continued to rub her back, closing his own eyes happy to be with her.