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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.

Date: 2012-08-14 07:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivorymade.insanejournal.com
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.

Date: 2012-08-15 05:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] ivorymade.insanejournal.com
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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