There was something dark and primitive in his eyes, but she was way beyond caring. Emotions he was stirring up within her was something she never felt before. Once again, he lowered his head and claimed her mouth. Trembling, she arched herself to meet his body. Soon her hands begun to wander. As her fingers trail down his back, she felt scars; battle scars, accumulated over the years of endless wars and fights.
"Do you really want this," questioned Achilles, cradling her face in his callous hands. "Do you want this, right now? Like this?" he repeated, enunciating his words slowly and carefully. His voice trembled, as if he was afraid she'll reject him.
Reaching up, Briseis traced the outline of his face. The strong angular jaws, the opalescent blue eyes, a slightly crooked nose, no doubt an old wound from the countless wars he has been in. But what truly captivates her was the jaded look in his eyes. Right now, he looks so young and vulnerable, yet strong and masculine at the same time. There's no more hesitation, no more uncertainty. She was ready.
"Yes," she whispered.
The stars in the obsidian sky seem to burn brighter, almost as if the Sun, the Moon and the Gods are smiling down upon the union of two very different persons.
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Lying awake in Achilles' arms, Briseis never felt more whole and complete in her entire life. Placing her palm flat on his bronze chest, she sighed. Although nurtured to be a priestess since young, she has seen Hector and Paris half nude before. Their chests are wonderful looking, but with Achilles as her measuring rod, they pale in comparison. Achilles' body seems to be craved out from marble and life was breathed into him.
"Ogled enough?" Achilles' voice broke her train of thoughts and blush crept into her face. He chuckled. The deep sound was possessive, somewhat satisfied. Twirling Briseis' umber locks around his fingers, he held her closer to him still.
"Do you regret this?" Achilles asked, his voice strained with uncertainty.
Propping herself on one elbow, she gazed into his eyes. One could drown in the swirling orbs. She reached out and held her palm over his arms. Hovering there, she touched only the tiny golden hair. Touching, but not touching. Shifting her weight and sitting upright, she cupped Achilles' face.
"No, I don't regret this. I don't regret being with you, I don't regret any of these." Leaning in, she delivered a chaste kiss. Then she deepened the kiss. With one hand on his chest to hold him down, Briseis successfully created a small distance between them. She kissed him, drinking in every inch of him with such passion and fire, making Achilles groaned with desire. She then broke away suddenly. Looking down at him, a playful smile danced on Briseis' lips, inviting Achilles to join her. It was game and this time, the seducer has become the seduced.