- Patience -
"Alexia, please..."
He tried to grab her. It had been fifteen years and here Alexia was, in all her goddess-like glory. He longed for her touch, her affection. And yet, she refused to. At least, for now. Alfred tried to hold her close, but to no avail. She pushed away.
"Later, Alfred. I have to do something still."
"I cannot wait any longer for you!"
"Patience, dear brother," she said, and kissed him on the lips. Pure, sweet ambrosia. This quieted Alfred down. "You may have what you want later."
A/n: Tried my hand on a drabble. Excluding this note and the title, the story's exactly a hundred words long. Ain't good with brevity.