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The combination of multiple sensitive places being engaged made Saima feel so helpless to the desires that were building inside. They couldn’t help but dwell in the pleasure of being so close and yet continuing to need even more. Such was the feeling that only became more intoxicating over time. 

When Atlas pulled back to undress his jumper and shirt, Saima couldn’t help but smile – marveling at the build that had done so much for the world over the years. “You’re so damn stunning,” they can barely make out their gaze incredibly wanting. 

It’s not long before their own shirt is off, always causing them to feel a little sheepish when one first sees their fairly slender and purposely androgynous build. Still, there was no time to think about that when lips were nipping at their stomach causing more little sounds to come out.

“Good. I’m looking forward to it so badly.“

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His returning smile was sombre but still heartfelt, he partially hated coming to the museums and looking at the old memorabilia just because it brought back memories. It was a win and lose situation; on one hand, he got to explore his past again but it always made him long for a time that had passed. Atlas started to walk towards the modern art part of the museum, hands in his pockets as his eyes flicked from object to object. “Sometimes I wonder how the mortals would handle it if they knew that we walked so close. There used to be a time when they would beg us to walk their streets, now I fear they would burn us for it.”

The somber nature of Atlas’ smile didn’t go unnoticed, it was something that Saima had felt for quite some time. It’s a wonder that anyone of their kind kept around with all the memories that could easily send someone into despair. Perhaps they had gotten used to it – since for so long, there was nothing to be nostalgic for. But even they had their wistful moments.

Instead, they walked alongside him towards modern art. “That’s a pretty good question. I suspect they’d probably not believe us if we told them. There are some that would burn us though – there’s always been those types.” They bite their lip at the thought, having been through a few attempts of that on their own before sighing once more.

“It’s more something to be kept as a story, a mystery for those willing to be curious. That’s the impression that I’ve gotten so far. ”

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It had been quite some time since Saima had been with someone in this way. And in this form, that was a newness that in itself brought so much adrenaline to the evening. And so, they couldn’t help but dwell in the way that Atlas felt, his nipping only encouraging them to let out more sounds. And the movement of those hips – just seems to tempt them into further grinding, needing to get as much contact as they could.

In their longing, Saima lets their hands roam, unable to resist feeling the details of whatever part of Atlas was closest. Their touch was leisurely, soft but charged with a certain energy nonetheless.

Even the slip of a hand under their shirt gave them shivers, so delightfully enamored of the feeling. 

Tell me what you crave. Running through their head, only making them more eager for this attention. “I need your touch, keep me tight if you may… I-I need you to kiss me, so much – wherever. I need to be so close, incredibly close – I just need to feel as much of you as I possibly can.” Their voice is low as if sharing a hidden secret, asking for something that they’d dare not admit.

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“I mean,” Atlas started, he shifted on the sand slightly to sit more upright, “it’s not too bad, I got to meet new people.” He smiled slightly. “Plus the beach is nice.”

A small sigh of agreement. “True. Meeting new people can be fun. And I won’t ever complain about being by the water. Something about it just feels so relaxing, speaks to me even.” Letting the sand run through their fingers, Saima takes a little heart in the way that they’ve had this close attachment to the water over the years.

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Saima had always suspected that it was only a matter of time. That time could have been years as far as they were concerned – but their fondness for Atlas would not lessen, and neither would their attraction. Even so, they had been perfectly content to just spend time in his apartment, relishing in his company. In the quiet satisfaction, there still lurked an underlying desire – wondering when the chance to be released would come. 

In some unexpected turn of events, tonight seemed to be the occasion. Thus, Saima couldn’t help but let out these longing sounds, treasuring the way that Atlas’s hand and lips felt on their body. Eagerly, they rocked their hips back against Atlas, building further tension, needing the charge of their bodies against each other. 

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  It had become easy for Saima to lose track of the time. Years could pass and it barely felt like the blink of an eye. And yet, despite the passage of time, Saima still relished the feel of a precious connection, one easily cherished regardless of circumstances. Making their way through the crowd, they found themselves enveloped in a surprise embrace. At first, a little unnerving before the voice making them realize it was none other than Atlas. Oh, how they had missed him so. 

“Indeed, it has to have been way too long.“ A smile of comfort, they ease into that hug, placing their hands along his. “It’s definitely wonderful to see you again.”

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“Well, no one else is going to admire me as much as I admire myself … Does that sound too much like Aphrodite, Olympus knows she would drown in her own reflection.” 

  “Uh hm, that’s perfectly valid.” Saima chuckles a little bit. “Not too much. I mean you might as well give yourself the attention you deserve. As long as you’ll be able to still function outside of those moments, it should be fine.”

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Atlas smiled at their words he wanted to continue looking at the statues but he knew it would just look weird, they had already been there for some time. Eventually, he sighed standing up, “Why don’t we reminisce about other things, I fear if I look at any more statues of myself I might become as vain as Aphrodite herself.”

When they saw that Atlas had stood up, Saima joined him ready to stroll along further. “Oh certainly – there’s plenty of memories to be said. Memories of seeing the way people would just light up with a familiarity that was enough to warm even the most lonesome heart at times.” They can’t help but laugh at the comment about being vain as Aphrodite.

“Wouldn’t worry about that – seems like you’ve got plenty of room to go before you reach that point. Not that I can blame you for enjoying the sight.“