Hey there! Since I've got such positive reviews for my fic An unexpected story, I wrote another one with my pairing Climene/Stelios (some other fics are in their way :), now they are married so they share more moments together. I guess one of the upcoming stories will be about how they ended up married...
P.s.: I mention Knossos in this fic because it was the first ancient Greek city name that came to mind, and I wanted a name that rarely appears in fics...
As always, hope you enjoy!
Stelios got home and found Climene smiling, looking to something that was on the table. She looked in his direction, still smiling. She seemed to be more relaxed since the day that they had got married. He offered the same smile with a funny expression, waiting to see the reason of such satisfaction.
"Look", she said pointing to the table.
Stelios lowered his eyes and saw a big piece of honeycomb on a white piece of cloth. The honey had a beautiful color, a strong golden tone, shining under the sunbeams that arrived softly through the window.
"It's the honey of Knossos", she explained mesmerized, "it's the sweetest honey that exists. I got it this morning…"
"Hmm", said Stelios, raising his eyebrows. Climene, he could see, was still smiling. She was indeed satisfied. And he was getting an idea…
"The honey of Knossos", he said getting closer to the table, with eyes on the honeycomb. He stopped a few centimeters away from Climene. And so, slowly, he dove the tip of one finger in the honey, making a small cascade when he rose his hand and letting the cascade return to the golden pool. He noticed the look in Climene's eyes, that seemed to be puzzled watching the liquid nectar shine while it fell back to where it belonged. "It seems to be really good", he said in a low voice, returning his half-closed eyes to her, who looked back in a lightly confused way. He loved that…
Stelios looked to her half-parted lips, and guided his finger near them. Slowly, as if he were painting them, he spread the honey, forming a thin layer. She had closed her eyes as soon as she felt his touch, as if she were waiting for him to finish. Stelios lightly bit his lower lip, he was enjoying his art.
When he finished, Climene opened her eyes, and he looked at her: her mouth looked like a golden mirror, but not one of a strong tone like the honey in the honeycomb; it was a lighter tone, mixed with the rosy color of her mouth. And with the wet aspect, it seemed to slowly melt. Deliciously tempting.
Stelios kissed her, eager to taste his art. The honey made his lips slip through hers, in a way that he had to be firm not to let her lips escape. He played with her mouth, tracing with his tongue the shape of her lips, nipping them and feeling the teeth slide through the nectar that covered the soft flesh. He always thought of Climene's mouth, small and well-drawn, as one of her nicest features. And now, he liked it even more. He narrowed her in his arms, and she, sweetly lost, tried to correspond holding his shoulders.
When the kiss ended, Stelios opened his eyes and slowly got away from Climene's lips. Without taking his eyes out of hers, he passed his thumb through the line of her lower lip, taking a small thread of honey. He took it to his mouth and after tasting it, he said:
"It's truly the sweetest honey that exists."