It’s Not Business, It’s Personal, Part IV
“Your men gave me a better fight than this. Makes me wonder who taught you how to fight, your mother? Perhaps it was your wet nurse. You should have suckled at her breast more.”
“Your men gave me a better fight than this. Makes me wonder who taught you how to fight, your mother? Perhaps it was your wet nurse. You should have suckled at her breast more.”
“I will kill him myself, Arty,” I said, my voice cold and distant. “This part isn’t about family; it’s very personal. Stay out of my way.”
The stars were twinkling, and the moon was full and bright. Not ideal for trying to sneak up on someone, but good for seeing the face of the enemy as he dies at the end of your sword.
“This isn’t like old times, Ares,” Artemis said. “The rules have changed. The weapons are different, more destructive.” “Worried that I’m going to die, Sis?”
Heat flowed throughout my body, starting from my center and radiating through every cell. I felt desperate and anxious and kept feeling the whisper of his lips against mine.
“What in HADES have you done, Erato!” It wasn’t even a question. Hera’s demands slammed into me with such force that I stepped back again and again
Giving Nike a wet dream was childish and no one hated her enough to stoop that low. It was almost as if it were done on accident. “So who has the power to do something like that accidentally?”
I brought my knees up to my chest. I thought of all the things that had been happening. I thought about what everyone had told me about these feelings and sensations.
Never one to back down from a power play, he shot a lightning bolt directly at my face, waiting until the very last breath to divert it so that it slides like butter into the wall next to my cheek.
“Perhaps he’ll get the idea that summer vacation is just what he needs right now. Though I may just amuse myself with this fine specimen that is turning our Nike’s head.”
He grabbed me by the waist and picked me up and placed my legs around his waist. Holding my back, it arched as he kissed the center of my neck and without thought, my wings unfurled.
I dropped my robe to the floor, grabbed the lightning bolt tie I demanded that he wear, and pulled him to our oversized mahogany bed.
“Nike, I know you have never been in a romantic relationship. What you are feeling is very natural.”
My eyes were closed, when I felt a presence near me I opened my eyes and he was standing in front of me with a towel wrapped around his waist. Dripping wet. My heart was racing now. I bit my lip.
I suppose it’s like sex on the beach – better in theory than in practice unless you’re well prepared or you really, really like sand. Maybe a cell would be sexier if the bed was softer and the heating worked.