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Title: Ieria Tis Skotenis

Chapter 11

Word Count: 1,101

"Don't go around saying the world owes you a living; The world owes you nothing. It was here first." ~Mark Twain

Do you believe in God? Written on the bullet. Say Yes to pull the trigger. Do you believe in God? Written on the bullet. And Cassie pulled the trigger. ~Flyleaf - Cassie

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When he got back she was sleeping. It was half past one in the morning and the lights were turned low. She had certainly been expecting him, because there was a covered plate on the coffee table in front of the couch. There she lied splayed, her hair fanning out in all directions as her body rose and fell with her breath.

Savitar's eyes warmed up slightly, as he saw her still form sleep. With a snap of his fingers a large blanket covered her and kept her warm. He tried not to disturb her as he moved away and got the plate. As a god, he didn't need to eat. Yet the thought counted. The darkness covered his movements as he gently picked her up, wrapping the blanket securely around her. She murmured something slightly and her amulet glowed, the faint light outlining her face. He fought back a grin as he held her tightly to his chest.

At that moment, Savitar realized she was beautiful. She wasn't goddess pretty, but of all mortal women, she was gorgeous. He found himself wondering about her past. Did she have friends? Remaining family? He practically snatched her up from the world she knew.

The woman in his arms was a stranger.

He didn't think it mattered. It wasn't as if she were a complete stranger. Sometimes things are better left unknown. He resolved to ask her once she woke up. Savitar quickly walked towards her room, and he kicked the door open. After the attack, Savitar kept her in a room that was only doors from his own. He wouldn't risk having her someplace else. Her bed was already made, and Laelaps was waiting beside it.

He told the dog to scram and it did just that. It had grown attached to Abigail, and followed her where ever she went. Savitar figured the dog should be useful and made him guard her when he wasn't around.

Gently he set her on the bed, pulling the large white covers over her slender form. Abigail stirred slightly. His eyes flashed red, and then returned to lavender. The wind blew slightly, and she shivered. Savitar leaned forward, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

She was making him weak.

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Savitar awoke to the smell of eggs and bacon. He sauntered into the kitchen, clad in only pale blue boxer shorts. He leaned on the doorframe, watching the woman in his kitchen cook vigorously.

"Stupid gods, and their appetites. If you want to cook for them, they don't want to eat. If you don't, they're hungry!" Abigail snapped, whipping the eggs furiously. They already looked like tiny pieces of yellow petals. Savitar chuckled, just loud enough to catch her attention. Abigail whipped around to face him, none too pleased. He raised an eyebrow, expecting her to snap at him, but she seemed to be shocked. Abigail was standing still, the forgotten fork still in her hands.

"Dear Zeus," She gasped. Her eyes raked hungrily over his perfect swimmer's bod. Her gaze rested on the hem of his boxers. Savitar's eyebrows rose even higher. He couldn't help but smirk at her as she took him in.

"See something you like, grom?" He said, a hint of amusement in her voice. She snapped out of it, almost like she had been shocked. Her face was a bright red. "Y-You cook!" She said, throwing the fork at him. He caught it easily as a reflex. She ran straight past him, her embarrassment being too much to take.

Dear gods that man is sex on legs!

She ran up the large staircase that led to her room. She could hear him laughing from the kitchen. "Shut up!" She called out, pausing only to yell. She heard his laughter stop immediately.

"Abigail, if you want it, you only have to ask." She heard him call back. She gasped.

"FUCK YOU!" She yelled, when the heat flooded in between her legs. She saw him run out of the kitchen and stop by the stairs.

"I know you want to," He said. He was having way too much fun with this! She started running up the stairs again, practically leaving a trail of dust in her wake. It only excited him more.

"I love a good chase," He muttered underneath his breath, before running after her. He quickly gained on her, and it only made her run faster. Savitar watched her behind with every step.

"You know, you have a great ass."

"PRUDE!"

"You know it."

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He caught her just as she was about to close the door to her room. She let out a shriek and he clamped his hand over her mouth. "Yell like that again, and I'll freeze your vocal chords." Savitar growled. Abigail nodded obediently. He smirked. "Good. That's what I like to hear." He spoke to her in a husky tone. It sent shivers down her spine.

"Now, what was it you said? 'Fuck you?" Savitar grinned. His gaze flashed to her bed before he pushed her on it. Abigail gasped, her back painfully coming in contact with the mattress.

"I'd be happy to oblige."

Abigail watched him crawl on the bed like a predator. She actually felt like his prey. He stared at her with intense eyes that never moved from their mark. Her heart beat increased exponentially. She clenched her legs together, before she saw Savitar's eyes focus on them. The sexual tension in the air was so thick, you'd need a machete to slice through it. Abigail tried backing up and found herself trapped by the headboard. Savitar was still advancing, and his gaze hadn't moved from her legs. She licked her lips, and his head snapped up.

"Don't do that again," He growled. She nodded.

He placed a hand on her thigh, his skin slowly trailing up her leg before he roughly yanked her about the waist and held her against his chest.

Their breathing was hot a labored. Her heart hammered away at her chest, as amethyst eyes met lavender.

Amethyst eyes closed as his lips descended over hers.

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