If she had Stockholm syndrome things between her and Hades would have been different. She had followed him for many other reasons, the fact she had nowhere better to go just helped. Blair had fought against his advances many times, something someone with such a traumatic syndrome would perhaps never do. Perhaps she had been too messed up to begin with to ever suffer from such a thing. Blair had no need to act a certain way to ensure her own safety, not around Hades, she knew how to fight after all. Maybe it was the other way around, she had done something to him, triggered something that made him decide not to kill her when he had the chance. Who was the hunter and the prey in this relationship? They each played both roles depending on the circumstances. True equals.
Blair snickered in amusement at his comment. “My dear,” the word slithered off her lips as she wrapped her arms around him from behind. Such an endearing term being used, something that was not very common, not with her. “Everything is foreplay if you are creative enough.” Blair teased, lips pressing against his neck.
“Fine,” she pulled away and positioned herself neck to him. “I will help.” She agreed but, her hand would swat at whatever Hades had already attempted to form. Blair was not going to make his job easy. She was behaving like a mischievous child.
