Hephaestus, on the other hand, was not. He sat under an awning on Ophelia’s porch, his Mexican tan skin glowing in the dim light. He watched Ophelia from a distance, his dark brown hair sticking to his forehead from the humidity. He couldn’t help but feel a little envious of her carefree attitude towards the rain.
Ophelia must have noticed him watching her, because she turned and walked up to him, her pale blue eyes sparkling with amusement. “You hate the rain?” she asked, her full lips curling into a smirk.
Hephaestus looked up at her, his dark eyes meeting her bright ones. “Yes,” he said gruffly, his muscular arms crossed over his chest.
Ophelia laughed, the sound echoing through the air. “How could anybody hate the rain?” she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Without warning, Ophelia grabbed Hephaestus’s hand and pulled him off the porch and into the rain. Hephaestus stumbled after her, his clothes sticking to his skin as the rain pelts down on them.
Ophelia spun around, her white hair sticking to her back as she lifted her face to the sky and let the rain wash over her. Hephaestus watched her, his mouth slightly open as he took in the sight of her. She was so alive, so free in a way he had never seen before.
Ophelia noticed Hephaestus watching her and grinned. “Like what you see?” she asked, her voice low and seductive.
Hephaestus blushed, his dark skin turning a deep red. “You’re ridiculous,” he muttered, but he couldn’t help but smile back at her.
Ophelia laughed again and grabbed Hephaestus’s hands, pulling him into a dance. The two of them twirled around in the rain, their laughter mixing with the sound of the rain. It was absurd, dancing in the rain, but Ophelia was right, it was also fun.
As they danced, Ophelia’s wet clothes clung to her body, revealing the curves of her breasts and hips. Hephaestus couldn’t help but stare, his eyes drawn to her like a magnet. He knew he shouldn’t, but he couldn’t look away.
Ophelia noticed Hephaestus staring and winked at him. “Enjoying the show?” she asked, her voice teasing.
Hephaestus blushed again but didn’t look away. “You’re shameless,” he said, but there was no heat in his voice.
Ophelia just laughed and pulled Hephaestus closer, their bodies pressed together as they continued to dance in the rain. He could feel the heat of her body, even through their wet clothes. He could feel her heart beating against his chest, and the way her breathing became heavier as they moved together.
Finally, the two of them collapsed onto the sand, their breaths heavy as they lay there, soaked and exhausted. Ophelia looked over at Hephaestus, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I think you might be starting to like the rain,” she said, her voice soft and seductive.
Hephaestus just rolled his eyes and smiled, too tired to argue. “Maybe,” he conceded, “but only if it comes with a dance with you.”
Ophelia grinned and leaned in closer to Hephaestus, her lips brushing against his ear. “I think that can be arranged,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.
Hephaestus felt a shiver run down his spine as he looked over at Ophelia. She was so different from anyone he had ever met before, and he couldn’t help but be drawn to her. He knew that this was just the beginning of something between them, something that would be wild and untamed, just like the rain that continued to fall around them.
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