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Who: Pygmalion and Galatea
What: Master creator has his creation to fall at the feet of and worship. It's like having a live-in doll all over again!
When: Saturday night; August 10, 2012
Where: Galatea's apartment in SoHo.
Warnings: Sexy times

Pygmalion mapped out his route before trucking his way to Galatea's apartment. Every bus, taxi and the amount of time it would take him the moment he stepped foot from his door. He wouldn't show up a moment too soon or too late unless some unseen force decided to reroute his plans. He left room for era in regards to public transportation, but when things were completely off course it threw him into a tizzy. He had made one clear distinction of New York. Their subway system was a mess.

Galatea had poshed herself out in this side of the city. He was certain she'd managed quite well without him. She had an independent flare about her. He may have molded her body and every perfect feature of her face, but what remained was left up to the gods themselves. He worried what time may have done to her, if belief had deteriorated any of his work. Playwrights and poets delighted in molding them in their own mind, it had altered Pygmalion as well in appearance and mentality. It was the only way he'd not been able to seek her out so easily. Why the darling little Eurydice had been mistaken as his. When the skittish nymph pushed him away he knew for certain she had not been his Galatea.

He knocked on her door three times waiting with patience for her to appear so he could inspect every inch of her. He needed to familiarize himself with his work, because nothing until this point had ever been even a fraction of her perfection.

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While Pygmalion was eagerly traveling the city just to get to her, Galatea had ordered her maids to return in the meantime. She would not allow her current home to appear a disaster. Image was everything when it came to Galatea. Sure, she could love and dote on her beloved but when it came down to it she cared very much about her appearance. Even the material objects which she claimed as hers.

As her maids worked, she busied herself in her enormous walk in closet (http://www.google.com/imgres?um=1&hl=en&client=firefox-a&sa=N&rls=org.mozilla:en-US:official&biw=1397&bih=835&tbm=isch&tbnid=yfqll3v37VD7yM:&imgrefurl=http://homestrendy.com/walk-in-closet-design-ideas&docid=XqdNro-O9I9pCM&imgurl=http://homestrendy.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/05/walk-in-closet-design-ideas-photos.jpg&w=703&h=450&ei=oAcnULvGNePW2gXB1oGYBg&zoom=1&iact=rc&dur=303&sig=103644200967251523138&page=3&tbnh=145&tbnw=193&start=45&ndsp=30&ved=1t:429,r:20,s:45,i:293&tx=132&ty=66) to find just the right outfit. She had to be presentable, even if it was only her husband and creator come to visit. When finally she settled on an outfit (http://www.stylebistro.com/lookbook/Teresa+Palmer/gftXzZUVJhM/Dresses+Skirts) she checked her reflection to make sure it was all up to par.

And that was when one of her maids came to announce there was someone at the door. She felt a stir of excitement, "Don't answer it. I will get it." She hurried along until she came to the door and opened it with grandeur. "My sweet!" she said happily and embraced Pygmalion, kissing him deeply. It had been much too long.

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The first time he'd kissed her, lovingly, her lips had melted into warm flesh. He'd been able to hear her heartbeat, his fingers able to scale across her body as he had so many times before. There had not been a single nick, no rough patches, not even a flaw in the ivory itself. When she presented herself that memory came back, his hands desperately reaching to touch. He could feel himself fall a little breathless already. He cupped her face, feeding into her kiss as if he couldn't breathe without it. There was a murmur with her name stamped to it. She could bring any man to tears.

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As promised, her feet were immaculate but as of right now she had no plans to actually make him kiss the floor she walked on. That could wait. Just a little bit. For now she needed to dote on him and stroke his ego for all the time they had been apart. "Darling, I've missed you terribly," she said finally, herself breathless.

She made sure the door closed and locked behind them. Taking his hand, she lead him farther into the apartment and into the living room.

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She needed to guide him because he felt light, ready to tip right over. It was like walking on clouds for the first time. Everything rushed to his head. It had been her beauty that persuaded him to believe in women. While he still refused to see it in every one, he would see it in just her.

He couldn't even get any words out of his mouth, she'd stunted his thought process. There was a smugness in his smile as he feathered her face with his soft fingers.

The maids she'd hired wouldn't understand the importance of the man that stood before her.

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Galatea lead him to one of the couches and gently prodded him to sit. When she noticed one of her maids she snapped her fingers and a moment later an assortment of teas and finger foods were set out on the coffee table.

She then smiled fondly at Pygmalion and settled in as close as she could get without actually sitting in his lap. "Eat, sip tea. It's the most I can offer right now but you know there is always more later."

Since she had no actual need for sustenance (she mainly ate and drank to humor others) she would watch him. Her fingers gently ran along his jaw. "Still as handsome as ever. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?"

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He sunk into the couch letting the cushions fall in around him. He couldn't stop starring at her now that she sat just millimeters from him. How could he have ever thought someone else was her? He'd hardly noticed the maids busying themselves around the two. He was certain without a doubt that Galatea didn't bring gentleman over often. In fact he hoped she never had.

He smiled at the compliment, a strange appearance in itself as it brightened his face up, brought out his boyish features. When he wasn't smiling he looked stiff.

"An understatement," he finally said still enamored with that face. She petted his ego with those kind of compliments. This was the story that most geeky boys would drool over. A young man who had no one else in the world creates something and thus becomes popular and noticed. The world had recreated them a thousand times, but it was still new for him as he looked into her eyes. "You didn't scorn me like those has-beens said you did?" They weren't always lovers in the eyes of the world. Many have professed they reveled in idolatry, or that Galatea rejected him. He wasn't sure how he would feel if she ever did.

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It was a natural reaction for her to smile in return, knowing she had done well in complimenting him. There would always be give and take with them, but neither of them had ever seemed to mind. They fueled each others egos.

Her nose wrinkled a little as she smiled again, "So sweet." She waved a hand absently as though it would clear all history of any negative comments that had been said about them. "Of course not. They were trying to look smarter and were sadly mistaken. If they had seen our love up close they would have never said such things, the old fools."

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He couldn't help himself, his fingers kept softly playing with her face or hands. When she wrinkled her nose he chuckled, tapping it. Most artists could curse themselves for never being able to create what their mind saw. She was a miracle in itself.

It may have been strange for her at first, being thrown into this world so suddenly, but the entire time he had worked on her he talked to her. The city thought he was crazy, talking to himself. But, even as that blank slab of ivory he had petted and spoke to her as if she were already real. Maybe that had been where the real magic was. So when she was born to him as a real woman, he already knew every curve of her body. It might have seemed like some sick sexual fantasy to others, but to Pygmalion she was pure.

His hands were the hands of an artist, with worn down finger pads, a few callouses where he would work to hard. Sometimes his fingers would bleed because he gripped his tools too tight, but when he handled his work it was with the softest touch.

"I'm glad," he smiled. Her rejection wouldn't have crushed him but he would have been upset. He moved in, nose nudging hers while he stole another kiss.

The maids finished plating what Galatea had asked for but they found themselves stopping to stare at the pair. She had never been like that around anyone. Not that they had ever seen.

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Galatea had both Pygmalion and Aphrodite to thank for giving her life. One her Creator, and the other her Life. She would always love both unconditionally. That she was sure of. No amount of negative energy would pull her down. She was much too good for that.

Her maids had indeed not seen a man there before. Galatea did not walk about like a common harlot. She was too good for any of them. She was also very arrogant at times and it was often a topic of conversation among her maids about whether any man could handle her high standards. Apparently there was one.

"You may go for the night. Be here first thing in the morning," she called out to her maids.

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It was obvious Galatea did not have men over. It was the way it should be. The maids hurried away, leaving Galatea to her boy toy for the night. When they were out of sight, Pygmalion kept kissing her, praising her in soft touches for her beauty.

"Am I the first man they've seen here before?" He feathered her hair, those gorgeous golden locks.

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Galatea actually giggled a little at his kisses and the way his touch tickled her ever so slightly. She didn't exactly feel empty before, but somehow she felt whole again. As though her life was complete.

She laughed, "Of course not. But you are the first man they've ever seen me invite over. I think they think me some sort of prude."

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"The must think me a disappointment." Most did not think sch beauty would be tied to an artist such as him. He wasn't plain, and he had handsome features, but he was a very different sort than his creation.

He clipped her chin between his fingers. "You are hardly a prude."

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"That is utter nonsense," she scolded with a hint of teasing. "You could never disappoint. But they will never get to find out." She flirted so easily and even if she did often flirt with other men these days it was only Pygmalion who held any claim.

She smiled sweetly, "Of course you would say that."

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He stretched out, putting an arm alongside the back of the couch. He scooted back enough so he could take all of her in. He would never not admire his work. To say he didn't have fantasies would make him a saint, and while he condemed the world for their ugliness, his own thoughts were not. Not to him.

He held her hand, his thumb rubbing those dainty fingers. "You tease them don't you?" Many men would want her. They would all fail at having her.

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That was something Galatea didn't mind at all. While she would give herself to him at the end of the day, she enjoyed knowing his thoughts were on her. It meant she still had that hold on him. Of course, he would always have a hold on her because he was her Creator and therefore the most important person on Earth. Besides, she had her own fantasies.

She looked innocently at him, "Only a little. I've never so much as kissed another man."

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That pleased him. Greatly. She was perfect for anyone as beautiful as she, men who modeled probably lay at her feet. He laughed amused crawling overtop her so his shadow cast against her creamy skin. He hummed as their noses touched. "They all want you as a trophy," he wanted her as any lovesick man did. As his wife. She was his equal in ego, but she wouldn't push him away.

"Not so much as a kiss?" He teased her, kissing her forehead. It was amazing how in minutes he could fall over a woman so hard when he usually paid them no mind.

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Honestly, Galatea thought the men she modeled alongside were all much too sensitive and arrogant than they should be. Some were attractive, yes, but she didn't find them appealing. She grinned a little, "They'll not have me."

"How could I possibly betray you?" She said in return.

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Each time he kissed her delicate skin he felt his own jump as if it were on fire. He was forever enamored with this woman. She made him feel. "You couldn't." He kissed her eyelids, her cheek, neck and any place that was soft against his lips. She even smelled divine.

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Her eyes closed gently at his touch. It had honestly been much too long. She had missed her Pygmalion dearly and now that they were reunited she felt much more comfortable. "Exactly. No one could possibly make me happy the way you do," she said, kissing him gently.

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"You made me feel," he said in a boyish voice. "I never looked at a woman the way I do you." He may have confessed that to her before, he may have not, but his eyes had been opened by her. He didn't react this way normally, this kind of behavior was almost absurd, but he couldn't help himself.

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Galatea smiled gently. She knew that, whether he had told her or not. Maybe it was the way he had spoken to her when was still nothing more than a statue, but somehow she had honed in on his feelings even when he didn't speak them. His actions also helped greatly with that. She kissed him, "I know."

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Any kind of fear some men had of virginal women is the thing that had made Galatea such a prize for him. He'd created her in that image, as a contrast to the filth in his city. So, the fact that she was still devoted to him now made her just as pleasing.

He wasn't a lovesick puppy, but he was far more loose when he was with her. Marriage, which had once been a thing of status suddenly had become a thing of union. He gave up everything he had been to have her. He'd have given up his kingdom if it had been necessary.

Letting his arms fold in, he lay atop her gently, his hands still playing with her waves of blonde hair. She knew him without him saying a word, it was a truce only a creation and its creator could have. Even married couples today didn't always have that kind of connection. Theirs was quite special. She might one day turn to stone again and he'd still love her and marvel at her feet.

He broke their kiss to stare into her eyes. She could see his soul then. The words of love that flitted around his head but couldn't say as she'd completely enamored him. He let her kiss him again, completely lost in the moment.

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Virgins had always been treasures in their times. Nowadays women were so loose it made Galatea's head spin. Honestly, she found it a disgrace to people like her. Flirting was one thing, but she hated how someone people jumped from bed to bed. She believed most women were not virgins when they married now. The nerve.

She adjusted her legs so they were both more comfortable. A hand reached up to stroke his hair. As they kissed her heart beat just a little faster.

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Women had become something of filth again. He turned his head for no one (save his mistake with Eurydice). He'd been hit on before, there was some attractive features that some thought was adorable. They found the 'artsy-thing' attractive and tended to try and take him home. That was when they became turn-offs for Pygmalion. He did not succumb to a man's willful desires, kind of the same way that priests made oaths--Pygmalion had his own oath.

He had a lot of respect to Aphrodite for the gift, but Pygmalion still had some ego that he had done all the hard work. His head started to spin, which never happened. Words were lost and thoughts were still going a mile a minute---except the connections were scattered. It was what happened with passion, he'd forgotten just how crazy it could make him feel.

He kissed down her neck, placing one just where he could feel her heartbeat strike. To feel her pulse again under his touch was almost surreal.

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Maybe their reunion was something to remind themselves that there was still some purity in this world. As little as it was. But to them it would mean so much more than anyone could imagine.

Even if she wasn't a virgin, she still had the air of one. She was purer than any harlot. Only one man had ever touched her. There were probably very women in the entire world who could make that claim.

She smiled gently at his touch, enjoying the light tickles when his lips settled on her skin.

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There was something magical in a heated moment like this, so it was confusing to him how some could just pass it like a business card. It was handed to anyone that seemed interesting enough, and lots of the time it made for more problems especially when you really didn't like the person beyond the one night stand. He had no sympathy for it. He'd known a girl in his class a few years ago who had to drop not because she was failing his class but because she spent all her nights partying and one night had ended up more than she bargained for. Out of all her teachers he'd been the harshest. He simply didn't care. It did nothing to tug at his heartstrings, because she'd put herself in that situation in the first place.

He could see where passions got the better of one's body, but there was no replacing this. Passion that meant something. He scaled back towards her mouth, rolling his tongue deeper within her mouth the heavier this became. He had to break for a moment, set himself up and fan himself with his shirt. He had to catch himself for a moment.

He was trying to speak but there were too many words scattered in his head. His cheeks were flushed as he ran a hand through his hair.

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It was such a private, intimate moment that Galatea honestly couldn't understand why so many people thought so little of it. Her first time was nothing to brag about, but she dedicated her life to Pygmalion. She had made a vow to him and she would forever keep it.

She kissed him deeply, arms snaking around his neck. It had been so long since she felt him this way and she realized just how hungry she was for it.

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She pulled him back to her after he'd been able to catch his breath. He slipped right back into sync with his kisses finding he couldn't get enough of it.

He brushed his hand down the dip of her dress, feeling her heartbeat against his hand. He wasn't feeling her up just in a hurried frenzy. He was appreciating every part of her. After this long he wasn't going to rip her clothes off, this was special. So when he slipped her out of her dress there was a golden light that surrounded her in his head. He had to take her in piece by piece like when he designed her. Each part of her was as delicate as the next.

His lips scanned slow, stopping just over her navel where his hand followed softly. He placed a sweet kiss against her stomach, then up the line of her chest.

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There was much to be said from the way they held each other in such great esteem. Whatever those old fools had said, Galatea loved this man. There was absolutely no denying it.

His wandering touch was something she had been used to from the beginning. It was as though the moment she became real she already knew his touch. As a statue she was just unmoving, unfeeling. But she had no memories before the kiss that brought her to life.

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When he closed his eyes he could see her as ivory, how he'd treated her. It took years to complete, because Pygmalion was very meticulous.

He washed over her at least once before taking off any of his clothes. Others would try to make him feel like he had given her no free will. She could have walked away from him, but it would have been disrespectful to the work he'd done.

He captured her mouth again, letting any fantasies he'd held before become reality. She only wanted him, that was the only thing that mattered. She would only say his name, only touch him with want, only love him unconditionally.