Learning To Fly

She finished fixing up the last mound, studied it critically, and satisfied, got to her feet. Side stepped the one with a river crossing through it, carefully edged round the one that would need more water to hold it up soon and jumped over the big one in the centre with the newly improved fortress that Patrolocus had helped her build.

The chink chink of swords called out to her and she pushed the flap aside and stepped out to see Achilles and Patrolocus training. Patrolocus had been ecstatic about finally having moved onto real weapons and had gloated over it for days until Apollina had forbidden him to even so much as speak to her about anything -anything- till her sore ears stopped bleeding. Achilles had found it highly amusing and had only laughed harder and called her his pampered princess when she had ordered him to stop yapping.

The sun shone down on his armoured torso setting off the colour of his golden arms perfectly. Patrolocus lunged at him with his spear, Achilles side stepped it and praised him for his steady gait.

"Good. But everything has to be a kill shot, remember that, you aim with the intention to make it count," he critiqued. He looked up at the sun, measuring how much time had passed and satisfied look back down at his cousin. "Time to finish. I want you to do laps, with the equipment, then go and eat."

"But cousin," protested Patrolocus with a tired groan.

Achilles acquiesced easily, "fine, go eat."

Patrolocus straightened, "actually, I'll do the laps." Achilles watched him go with a frown on his face then walked towards her.

Things had been a little strange between them for a while after the kiss. After that wonderful kiss that left her feeling like butterflies were being born in her stomach and fluttering towards her heart. It was everything Polyxena had said it would be, no wonder she'd always had that dreamy look on her face whenever she remembered the handsome young goatherd she had met when she'd been younger. But even his kisses couldn't have surpassed the ones Achilles had been giving her. It was just not possible.

He smiled at her and tugged at the braid he had plaited in her hair as they entered the tent together.

"I see your empire is shipshape again?"

She scowled, "I still think the old one was better, but Patrolocus helped me with the walls, and tomorrow he said he'd help me stick shells on it. Pretty white and pink ones."

He stifled a chuckle and nodded, "that's nice." He had long since noticed that there wasn't anything to worry about on that front, Apollina treated Patrolocus like an annoying brother she had to put up with, chirping around him when she was bored then throwing things at him when he bored her. Patrolocus seemed to find vast amounts of amusement in vexing her, causing her already fragile temper to crack whenever he made fun of her spindly little legs or her boy-like flat chest, but that was only when he wasn't chasing the busty red headed slave girl that Ajax had procured from Lesbos.

"Can we kiss again?" she asked boldly with an impish grin and red cheeks. He had let her be the one to instigate things, to make her feel safe and knew now that this is what he should have done from the beginning.

She could see that he wanted more, he would stop mid kiss and pace the room sometimes with a clenched jaw or look at her with eyes that she remembered seeing on him before a lot. Eyes that had frightened her then but now … the intensity in them was kind of … exciting.

She couldn't deny that he was handsome, far handsomer than all the paintings of heroes in her father's palace, even handsomer, though it felt like blasphemy and she would have to pray for forgiveness later, then the statues of the gods at the temple. And he was in love with her - her!

She had no illusions about her beauty, not like Polyxena, who often had to pray to Aphrodite for forgiveness for being too vain, for thinking too much of herself and thinking too less of everyone else. And despite Hector spoiling her rotten and Andromache secretly telling her that she was far more beautiful then Polyxena, and that the reason why Polyxena always had to speak of her beauty is because she knew it too, Apollina knew she wasn't all that much to look at. She was too short, too skinny; not voluptuous like her sisters and Helen, with unfashionably black hair, strange eyes and knobbly knees. And Achilles liked her.

He grinned back at her and she helped him off with his heavy armour and then they both lay down on the bed together, side by side. It was nice kissing laying down, she didn't have to strain up to meet his lips and he didn't have to bend down to meet hers. Plus her legs didn't go all weak and wobbly when they were on the bed. Well, they did, but now she wouldn't fall down and make him laugh at her.

He encircled her waist and hauled her closer then licked her earlobe, she giggled and made a face and wiped the saliva off on his chest. When she lay down to do so however, she was captivated by the quickly increasing boom boom of his heart.

"Did you eat?" he inquired softly, kissing the top of her bent head.

"Yup." She kept her head there and tugged his head down, it was an awkward position for him but she could hear the slight speeding of the booms when his lips touched hers. That was nice too. He grazed over her mouth and then nudged it open, touched the tip of her tongue with his own and then pulled back.

"Everything?"

She looked evasive, "most." He sighed, she had been dropping weight again after the men had brought back nothing but a haul of fish, and with winter fast approaching he was beginning to worry. "All they had was fish. And it still had eyes! But I ate everything else."

"And what exactly was everything else?"

"I want to kiss."

"And we will. After you tell me what exactly you ate." Angry now she made to flounce off him but Achilles pulled her back and conceded defeat. "Alright you win, I surrender, go on, kiss me and get it over with."

Her snappish look melted away at his words and she broke into amused laughter - then she kissed him, and, like always, he forgot everything else. It stayed playful for a while, they rolled about and tickled each other, he left wet patches all over her face, making her scream bloody murder, but then she decided to give him the same punishment. And he couldn't stop himself.

When her hot, moist mouth licked at the skin on his neck he lost the control he had strictly adhered to ever since she had first kissed him, and arched into her, rubbing himself desperately against her. He pulled her face upwards and attacked her surprised mouth with decadent kisses, forcing her mouth wider so he could plunge inside, nip her lip and suckle wantonly at her pink tongue. She let out a surprised moan that quivered just this side of passion. Emboldened, he left a wet streak of soft love bites from the start of her neck to the top of her chest and bit at the straining nipple through the cloth. Trying to pull the damn thing off her one way or another with frantic hands. She arched, giving him more to feast on, letting him lick at the cloth, wetting it enough to feel the shape of her nipple a little better. He finally pushed the dress down her shoulders to bare a bit of breast, if he pushed the round little globe high up enough he could just about see her nipple. His tongue snaked under the cloth looking for the brown nub and latched onto it with a satisfied groan that made him slump into her. His other hand began to ruck her dress up her knees.

"It feels different," came a tiny shaky whisper from under him.

Sensing this was important he stopped with some effort, shaking his head to clear out the craving for her that felt so similar to blood lust, and just as addicting. "Di - different?"

She nodded shakily. "It felt strange when you did that before - wrong. It hurt here," she pointed to the lower part of her stomach with a finger that quivered.

His voice got lower, "and how does it feel now?"

She didn't notice his tone, just glazed out as she thought about the answer. "I don't know, it just doesn't feel wrong." For a while he didn't say anything, just stared down at her with a feverish fond look that he couldn't hide. How in Hades' name did he get so lucky? "Are you going to - to continue?"

He inhaled sharply, "yes."

~X~

It was different. She couldn't really explain it any better then that. He did the same things that he had did before but it just felt right. His tongue streaked across her naked chest to her other breast making the wet skin pimple in the cold. He latched on and tugged hard causing her to thrash wildly, hair flying in all directions. "Please!" a different urging from last time - this time not to stop.

He groaned into her chest and came back up to kiss her dry, open mouth, wetting it. He nudged her knees a little wider and shifted closer, straining towards that hot, wet heat guarded by little black curls. When his fingers trailed towards it, she tensed and Achilles paused to grip her chin and turn her face towards him. "This bit won't hurt … I know it felt like it did, but it's a good feeling. Relax … you'll see." She nodded after a pause and he slid his fingers closer. She was still tense but the throb throb came back even harder then before and soon the clenching intensified which only made the pulses go mad.

His fingers slid over her opening. A hard clench made her gasp.

It was going to hurt again. She didn't want to do it. She pulled at his golden hair and his glassy, lust riddled eyes slid into focus at her frightened look. He smiled, putting her at ease, and cuddled her to him cooing encouragements into her ear as his fingers slicked through her wetness to ready her.

"Ever so beautiful," he crooned huskily, she panicked as a long finger pressed into her, it felt uncomfortable and huge. "The most adorable thing I have seen in all my life." The finger slid deeper and she instinctively bucked to dislodge it - it went a little further. "Shhh Princess, you'll hurt yourself. Relax."

Seemingly satisfied by what he did down there he shifted in-between her legs and lined himself up. Apollina didn't dare look down lest what little courage she had left fled as well. Achilles wasn't shy, he paraded in no clothes in front of her all the time. It barely seemed to bother him, but it had bothered her and she had made sure to keep her eyes averted or fixed on something up high. She had gotten glimpses of it, glimpses that she couldn't help but see, she didn't know whether it was big compared to other mens' but it was big enough to worry her. "I didn't fall," she told him in a panic, was he doing this right?

He looked confused at her choice of words then he chuckled and kissed her trembling chin. "Not until I'm inside you. You're too sensitive … but I'll make sure you - fall - a lot once you get used to it."

"Oh … thank you." Was that a good thing?

He shifted her around a bit, searching for an angle, placed her legs a little wider apart, kissed her lips tenderly, warmly, then pressed in.

And it hurt. Hurt worse then anything she had ever experienced in her life. Hurt almost as much as the time she had fallen off Cleon's horse. This couldn't be natural! Why would the gods make her 'blossom' so small if his 'blossom' had to get inside?

"OW!" she screamed as he slid a little deeper, feeling betrayed.

He pulled his head down next to her ears, "I know. I know it hurts and I'm sorry … I love you and-" he grunted as he plunged deeper making her cry out and buck wildly, sending him deeper still. "Shhh," he soothed with a strained voice, "relax Princess, it'll only hurt this one time. And then it'll feel good. I promise."

How could he still be going? She couldn't be that deep!

"Stop!" she cried instinctively.

He moaned and kissed her jaw in apology, pressed close to her, sticky with sweat, and then pulled back. It hurt as he pulled out too, hurt every time he moved, and hurt when he didn't. A tear rolled into her ear canal and she wondered why people did this at all? It was horrible.

"Sto-" Oh Gods! The clench was back, a dull throb that flared into life when he moved his thumb over her down there and suckled at her abandoned breast. The clenching in her lower stomach helped distract her from the pain so she focused on it and found, to her joy, that she wasn't in as much agony as before. It still hurt, god it hurt, but something seemed to be coming through the pain. Something nice.

He was moving faster into her, groaning and grunting, open lips huffing on a wet, distended brown nipple that tightened again at the breath leaving his mouth, as if straining to be back inside there.

She whined and arched upwards trying to reach that something that was heading towards her, it was just beyond the corner, she didn't know what it would be but knew she needed it. Craved it.

Achilles lifted himself onto his arms and Apollina missed his searing heat immediately, she reached out to pull him down by the face but he evaded her groggy grasps and kissed her hands instead. Then he sunk into her, fast - sending a rippling motion that surpassed the pain it caused throughout the whole of her body, his exit did the same, and when he repeated it - she flew.

It was an explosion of colours that proved too much for her to bare, she clenched her eyes shut and savoured the ripple that moved under her very skin, uncurling her and leaving her feeling languid, boneless - right.

Next to her ear Achilles whispered a moan just for her to hear, bucked a few more times into her, making her shift uncomfortably at how sensitive she now felt, gasped, swore, and then collapsed.

Apollina thought he might be flying too.

They didn't do anything for a while, just waited till the colours in the backs of their eyes faded and their breathing returned to normal, she stroked his back, smiling at the way he arched into her touch like a cat. Then Achilles pulled himself up onto shaky arms and extricated himself from her as gently as possible, his white seed trickling back out onto her thigh. He fell to his side and pulled her carefully into his arms, kissing her deeply, tongue thrusting inside, no permission needed now, that boundary had been crossed.

~X~

"Eudorus, start packing. We're leaving," Achilles took a deep breath as he watched the sun rise out of the sea, already missing his bed and the woman in it.

Eudorus' mouth dropped open, "my lord?"

"I want to set sail by the end of the month, be back home before the winter hits hard - so hurry."

"But - but the war?"

Achilles raised his brow and Eudorus rushed off, rousing men and giving out orders.

AN: How was it? I'm rather happy with the sex scene but I'll wait for your approval and see what you all think, tell me in reviews lol. Long ones :)