FOR THE LOVE OF MY FAMILY & PATRON GOD:
BY: MISSYLA
CHAPTER ONE
Xena took a seat at the elegant vanity table strategically placed on the eastern wall of her bedroom, where during the day there was plenty of light for her to analyze her incredibly beautiful features.
The room around her was lavishing decorated in red and gold. Behind her sat a large, comfortable canopy bed with thick bedposts and an exquisitely decorated headboard. Above the headboard hung two paintings an ancient one, immortalizing the surreal image of the imposing Mount Olympus covered in fog and another one displaying a disturbingly bloody battle at the gates of Corinth.
Satin sheets, lacy bedspreads and pillowcases to match covered the fairy tale bed…..very feminine, one could say. To all appearances, chosen to catch the eye of any beholder.
The double windows situated at the left of the bed, framed in thick heavy dark red curtains meant, beyond any doubt, to keep the overly hot rays of the midday sun from filtering in. Under the window sat a tiny night table with a salt lamp upon it perfectly mirrored at the right by an identical one.
In front of the bed, an antique cast iron fireplace gave the entire room a very distinct, homey atmosphere. The large mahogany armoires were on the left side of the fireplace, and colorful, Persian rugs covered the floor…..All in all, a very luxurious decor so to speak, completed by a fine candle chandelier hanging from the high ceiling.
The Warrior Princess took in a deep breath of air. There was an unusual, heavy sort of silence all around the Halls of War. It did not bother her, but she did not like it either.
She pulled the brush roughly through her hair a couple of times, analyzing carefully each inch of her flawless visage. In but a matter of seconds nevertheless, a certain unwelcome memory suddenly caused her forehead to wrinkle.
Deep in thought to notice him, Xena did not even realize that she was not alone anymore. The War God had entered their bedchamber, and as he caught a glimpse of her, a sullen look crossed his face ….Still; he was not there to fight.
As he silently walked over to her, he put his arms around her neck, resting his chin on top of her head and looked in the mirror to stare into her eyes.
The reaction was not precisely the one he was expecting though, for the following instant, she jerked away from him, slamming the hairbrush on the table with unusual force as she got up from the chair. She looked furious. She didn't say anything though, she just headed straight to her armoires to find something decent to wear that night, for a very special event she was about to attend.
Picking out a suitable blue dress from the countless she had stored in there; she closed the doors. When she turned around again, Ares was standing right behind her again.
She just ignored him again, an arched eyebrow letting him know that she was not in the mood for any type of conversation.
"Ok, what's wrong?" he inquired, doing his best not to clench his teeth when he spoke.
She just cast him am indifferent glance as she padded by him on her way to the closet on the opposite side of the room to find some shoes to match her outfit, not bothering to answer his question. When finally found what she was looking for, she made her way back to the vanity table for the final additions, taking a seat in her chair again, and began a feverish search for a particular necklace in the jewelry box.
Without wasting precious time, Ares swaggered over to the vanity table by her side, and putting his elbows atop it and his head in his hands, he started studying her closely.
"You know… I do not care how big of a fit you throw I still will not permit you to go."
That was the drop that spilled the cup obviously; she jumped up so fast that she almost knocked the chair over.
Ares stood up straight too, and he was visibly surprised when she slowly reached out, and, gently cupping his chin she brought his face so close to hers that their lips were almost touching.
She was still staring deeply into his brown eyes when her lips finally curled up and she spat at him:
"You don't own me and you never will! I will do as I please and I don't care if you don't approve."
Smirking at her line, and definitely pleasantly impressed with her feisty attitude, he leaned in and captured her lips in a passionate kiss. As the shock began to wear off, she found herself returning the kiss.
With her arms folded around his neck, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her even closer, into a deeper, more brutal kiss.
Moments later, as he removed his hands from her hair, he slid the tips of his fingers down the side of her neck, across her shoulders and further down to her waist, moving his arms to encircle her, and, when she least expected it, he grabbed ahold of her ass and squeezed.
Her head shot up almost instantly and she made sure she looked into his eyes again for a second. He was staring at her with a self-satisfying grin on his face.
She smiled warily back at him before she ran her fingers through the hair on the back of his head, grabbed two fists full and jerked his head back, then forcefully forward meeting hers as she head butted him right in the forehead.
He fell back onto the floor clutching his forehead; she looked at him once more, gave him a little smile and strutted out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
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