Morning After
Serena moaned in her sleep and opened her eyes to stare at her lover. Even after they had made love his hair was perfectly straight. She smiled. He looked
like a sweet, little child.
"He rests so peacefully." She cuddled up next to him. At this point she had decided Darien couldn't possibly be a mere mortal. He was an angel. No, more
than an angel. He was a god, like Ares or Adonis, in disguise. She giggled at the thought of her "divine" lover. Oh, she would not sleep tonight.
"Darien..." She purred.
He opened his eyes. "Yes love?"
"Are you a god?"
"No. Are you a goddess?"
"No."
"You make love like one."
She lightly blushed and he went back to sleep.
Hours later the morning light broke through the windows and Serena yawned. She rested her head in the crook of Darien's arm, quickly jolted up her head and
piched her nose. "Pe-ew!" Gods sure didn't smell good in the morning! He yawned and growled.
"You don't exactly smell like roses, Meatball Head."
"You smell like a dead skunk!"
"Your breath could kill a skunk!"
They paused for a moment and broke into peals of laughter.
"Oh no! I married a mortal!" Serena said in mock surprise.
"We both need baths." Darien said.
"Well, we don't want a high water bill." Serena said, blushing at her scandalous mind.
Darien didn't even respond as he chased her into the shower.