Held in his arms she relaxed against him at his gentle kiss to her brow, his affectionate kisses were met by a warm smile even as the chill of the salt water clung to her skin. The sun's heat did very little to dry her, her hair clinging to her skin and the ragged, soaked remains of her chiton, but her husband's tenderness touched her in a way Apollo's rays never could. Her heart leapt as he comforted her, his loving words making her breath catch in her throat even as she was permitted to hold him to her as though fearful another wave may sweep her back under.<br/><br/>Set on the ground once more she happily accepted his kiss before looking away from him, a blush coloring her cheeks to fan down her neck and disappear beneath the wet fabric covering her. Save for the intricate pieces of art decorating the piazza and adorning the gods' temples she had never seen a man so bared before.<br/><br/>Her Mistress had made sure she was no stranger to pleasure or the ecstasies of the flesh. Rope had bound her writhing form. Limbs caressed and were caressed in return. She had felt another moving in tangion to her own aching, arching body. But never with a man. She had cried out in pleasurable agony. Endured hours of tease and denial. Had found her release with but a single command. She knew intimately the female body but the masculine figure alluded her save the few, spares anatomy discussions she had with Eirene.<br/><br/>When her husband left her to her own devices she was left too with his image burned in her mind. Her body had reacted to his own, how could it not? Needless to say she was attracted to her husband, she had not merely married him to rid herself of her home and all that reminded her of Eirene after all. Warmth, vastly different from her reaction to her husband's previous tenderness, spread through her. Her heart pounded wildly in her chest and the nearly transparent material covering her cast her pebbled nipples into shadows, barely visible from the wealth of damp blonde hair that clung to her body. Slick arousal grew between her legs and, as he walked away, she clenched her thighs together to alleviate some of the pressure before slowly standing.<br/><br/>Her footwear having disappeared into the ocean's depths during the chaos of the storm, she carefully traversed barefooted across the heated rocks, the sun beating down on her. The opened shoulders of her chiton permitted her arms to be free as she climbed higher up the beach until she could rest on a fairly smooth rock however the closed side of her gown hampered her, getting in the way rather than providing any real aid.<br/><br/>Biting her lip as she sat in the sun, her fingertips touched the small brooch holding the sides of her dress together at her right shoulder, contemplating on releasing it to allow the wet garment to fall away. The ragged cuts rose as high as her thighs and the pin holding the metal, therefore the fabric, in place was grotesquely bent. It was a wonder it hadn't been ripped away entirely during her struggle against the crushing currents.<br/><br/>Daphne, swearing she could hear her mother's reproaching words in her head, glanced quickly about herself. Shy though she was, she was no fool. Her chiton would take longer to dry wrapped about her and in turn her skin longer. If Orion returned before she could dress again... Well he was her husband. He would see her eventually after all. With chilled, clumsy fingers she struggled with the twisted metal until she could free herself from it. The young blonde fanned the fabric out to her side before laying back, the heat emitting from the rock's surface earning a soft purr from between lightly parted lips.