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unfortunately not mine. They belong to Jim Henson Productions. However,
Ione, Apollo, and Isis are my original characters as well as the story.
Please do not use my characters without my permission.
Chapter 14: Love and Fulfillment
Aida went in search of Apollo. She found him exercising his mental and physical strength. She watched as Apollo hurled a javelin toward a target impossibly far away. The javelin struck so hard the head exploded through the back of the wooden dummy. Aida shivered knowing had the target been a soft enemy instead of wood, the spear would've passed straight through. Next Apollo picked up a javelin without the use of his hands and hurled it towards the target with blinding speed. This time the javelin split right through the first one.
"That's a waste of a perfectly good javelin," Aida scolded.
Apollo smiled and used his magic to bring the weapons back.
"Javelins can be replaced. People killed from ignorance in their art cannot."
"I don't think anyone would ever accuse you of being ignorant!"
Apollo chuckled softly, and Aida put one arm around his waist. She felt a small tremor but didn't retrieve her hand.
"I hope nothing ever happens to you, Apollo."
"Nor to you, Little One."
Aida smiled loving to hear his endearing tone.
"Your first concern has always been for me. I am flattered for I hardly deserve it."
"In truth you deserve much more than my meager capabilities."
Aida rested her head against him.
"And you always downplay yourself."
Apollo smiled and gently tugged at her hair.
"You expected less?"
Aida smiled up at him.
"Well, look at me! Here I am distracting you from your practice! Ione would be furious!"
She retreated but stayed to watch. She smiled as Apollo continued since she was fully aware that he was showing off for her now. When Apollo completed his morning exercise, Aida asked him to accompany her on a walk. Apollo was pleasantly surprised when she slipped her delicate hand into his own strong one. Aida rarely touched him of her own conscious free will. Now it seemed that she had overcome that barrier, but the fact remain that she was trying buoyed his depressed spirit. Aida thought strongly of what her mother had said as evening came. But try as she might, she was unable to give more. Apollo had said nothing about the change in her demeanor, but she knew he had noticed. Still maintaining control of his intense emotions, Apollo remained a gentleman even while Aida cuddled against his bare chest in blissful slumber.
For many days and nights, Aida put off giving Apollo more of her heart. One night Aida came into Apollo's room sooner than usual for she had decided she'd stalled far too long. She entered but was surprised to see him shaking before his mirror. He was naturally not expecting her so soon. Resolve broken, barriers down, emotion rampant, Apollo literally shook with what he held back. She had experienced that Apollo had intense passion once. What she hadn't realized was that she'd only tasted the tip of the iceberg. She hadn't realized how much control he'd been exerting, and she realized with a start that she had in fact been teasing his passion and torturing him in the past week. She walked closer and marveled that he did not hear her. Apollo was normally very aware of his surroundings. It was one reason that Apollo was such a fierce warrior. That she, an untrained woman, could sneak up behind him was nothing short of amazing. She placed a gentle hand on Apollo's shoulder and felt his skin heat beneath her palm.
"No, Aida," Apollo whispered in a husky tone. "I'm not yet in control!"
She turned him to look at her. His eyes were closed in battle with himself. She brought his head down to rest against hers.
"I'm not asking for control, Apollo." She could feel the heat of passion swiftly rising within him. Yet he fought for control. He had loved her for over a year, and she had been unattainable. Now she offered herself to him freely.
"Why now?" he asked as his restraint began to crumble. She was running her hands slowly over his chest. She could tell she was exciting him. She moved even slower tracing each defined muscle.
"Because I love you, Apollo. And now I see that I am hurting the one I love. Whatever fears I have are not worth torturing you for." Then she surprised her husband by kissing him. She knew at once that his resolve had evaporated. He responded eagerly to her kiss with a passionate one of his own. Aida could feel a low groan resound through him as he kissed her. She tilted her head to one side, and Apollo trailed hot kisses down her neck. She could feel him moving the neckline of her nightgown, as he grew bolder with increasing passion. She hadn't realized how heavenly her husband's passion would be. Despite her brief pain of virginity, she couldn't imagine a more wonderful fulfillment of their love. Apollo was gentle and ever conscious of her. She knew he could tell when he was hurting her, and he was being careful to spare her as much as possible. She only loved him more for that. They reached their peak together, and Aida felt contentment flood her body. Apollo's tenseness subsided, and he settled beside his wife brushing a few strands of hair away from her forehead. He smiled and tenderly kissed her. She could sense the difference in them. She felt cherished here beside him now that the fire had left them for the moment, but an aroused Apollo seemed hungry; his kisses devouring her. She liked both sides of him, and her fear of him seemed extremely foolish now.
"What are you thinking, Little One?" Apollo whispered.
"Can you do that every time, or am I going to have to tease you for a week when I want your animal side?" she asked with a teasing smile. Apollo chuckled quietly.
"You are always desirable, Aida. I'm sure you won't have any problem eliciting all the passion you want from me."
Content Aida curled up in his arms. She didn't feel the need to dress again now that they had connected both in body and spirit. Apollo pulled her to him, and she could feel the warmth of his body spreading through hers. Soon they were both sound asleep.
When she awoke the next morning, she knew he was watching her. He was always watching, but rather than be unnerved by it, she felt protected and cherished. She had turned in the night and her back was facing him. One of his hands was resting lightly on her stomach.
"Good morning," he said when he saw she was awake. He grinned roguishly at her and moved his hand up slightly. Aida simply laughed.
"Give him and inch and he takes a mile!" she protested slapping his hand away.
"No, this is taking a mile!" Apollo corrected leaning down so his mouth could pick up where his hand left off. Aida laughed and let him continue, but Apollo didn't take their play any farther. She sighed.
"I don't want to get up yet."
"Unfortunately, duty calls," Apollo reminded her although she could see he'd rather spend the day with her as well.
Ione and Sarah could instantly tell the difference in their children. Apollo had lost his tension and seemed better rested. Aida was much more at ease with her husband. Ione smiled at Sarah, who smiled back. Their children were growing together. *~*~*~*~*~*~*
A year later, the royal family was blessed with a day they thought they'd never see. Ione held in her arms a perfect baby boy. The baby had a very marked resemblance to a certain Goblin King, which could be because the father was an exact replica of the King. Apollo and Aida had a son. They named him Jareth Chiron for he was the result of two worlds come together. The Labyrinth's two houses were now combined in one young child. The baby prince. The Heir.
The End
Chapter 14: Love and Fulfillment
Aida went in search of Apollo. She found him exercising his mental and physical strength. She watched as Apollo hurled a javelin toward a target impossibly far away. The javelin struck so hard the head exploded through the back of the wooden dummy. Aida shivered knowing had the target been a soft enemy instead of wood, the spear would've passed straight through. Next Apollo picked up a javelin without the use of his hands and hurled it towards the target with blinding speed. This time the javelin split right through the first one.
"That's a waste of a perfectly good javelin," Aida scolded.
Apollo smiled and used his magic to bring the weapons back.
"Javelins can be replaced. People killed from ignorance in their art cannot."
"I don't think anyone would ever accuse you of being ignorant!"
Apollo chuckled softly, and Aida put one arm around his waist. She felt a small tremor but didn't retrieve her hand.
"I hope nothing ever happens to you, Apollo."
"Nor to you, Little One."
Aida smiled loving to hear his endearing tone.
"Your first concern has always been for me. I am flattered for I hardly deserve it."
"In truth you deserve much more than my meager capabilities."
Aida rested her head against him.
"And you always downplay yourself."
Apollo smiled and gently tugged at her hair.
"You expected less?"
Aida smiled up at him.
"Well, look at me! Here I am distracting you from your practice! Ione would be furious!"
She retreated but stayed to watch. She smiled as Apollo continued since she was fully aware that he was showing off for her now. When Apollo completed his morning exercise, Aida asked him to accompany her on a walk. Apollo was pleasantly surprised when she slipped her delicate hand into his own strong one. Aida rarely touched him of her own conscious free will. Now it seemed that she had overcome that barrier, but the fact remain that she was trying buoyed his depressed spirit. Aida thought strongly of what her mother had said as evening came. But try as she might, she was unable to give more. Apollo had said nothing about the change in her demeanor, but she knew he had noticed. Still maintaining control of his intense emotions, Apollo remained a gentleman even while Aida cuddled against his bare chest in blissful slumber.
For many days and nights, Aida put off giving Apollo more of her heart. One night Aida came into Apollo's room sooner than usual for she had decided she'd stalled far too long. She entered but was surprised to see him shaking before his mirror. He was naturally not expecting her so soon. Resolve broken, barriers down, emotion rampant, Apollo literally shook with what he held back. She had experienced that Apollo had intense passion once. What she hadn't realized was that she'd only tasted the tip of the iceberg. She hadn't realized how much control he'd been exerting, and she realized with a start that she had in fact been teasing his passion and torturing him in the past week. She walked closer and marveled that he did not hear her. Apollo was normally very aware of his surroundings. It was one reason that Apollo was such a fierce warrior. That she, an untrained woman, could sneak up behind him was nothing short of amazing. She placed a gentle hand on Apollo's shoulder and felt his skin heat beneath her palm.
"No, Aida," Apollo whispered in a husky tone. "I'm not yet in control!"
She turned him to look at her. His eyes were closed in battle with himself. She brought his head down to rest against hers.
"I'm not asking for control, Apollo." She could feel the heat of passion swiftly rising within him. Yet he fought for control. He had loved her for over a year, and she had been unattainable. Now she offered herself to him freely.
"Why now?" he asked as his restraint began to crumble. She was running her hands slowly over his chest. She could tell she was exciting him. She moved even slower tracing each defined muscle.
"Because I love you, Apollo. And now I see that I am hurting the one I love. Whatever fears I have are not worth torturing you for." Then she surprised her husband by kissing him. She knew at once that his resolve had evaporated. He responded eagerly to her kiss with a passionate one of his own. Aida could feel a low groan resound through him as he kissed her. She tilted her head to one side, and Apollo trailed hot kisses down her neck. She could feel him moving the neckline of her nightgown, as he grew bolder with increasing passion. She hadn't realized how heavenly her husband's passion would be. Despite her brief pain of virginity, she couldn't imagine a more wonderful fulfillment of their love. Apollo was gentle and ever conscious of her. She knew he could tell when he was hurting her, and he was being careful to spare her as much as possible. She only loved him more for that. They reached their peak together, and Aida felt contentment flood her body. Apollo's tenseness subsided, and he settled beside his wife brushing a few strands of hair away from her forehead. He smiled and tenderly kissed her. She could sense the difference in them. She felt cherished here beside him now that the fire had left them for the moment, but an aroused Apollo seemed hungry; his kisses devouring her. She liked both sides of him, and her fear of him seemed extremely foolish now.
"What are you thinking, Little One?" Apollo whispered.
"Can you do that every time, or am I going to have to tease you for a week when I want your animal side?" she asked with a teasing smile. Apollo chuckled quietly.
"You are always desirable, Aida. I'm sure you won't have any problem eliciting all the passion you want from me."
Content Aida curled up in his arms. She didn't feel the need to dress again now that they had connected both in body and spirit. Apollo pulled her to him, and she could feel the warmth of his body spreading through hers. Soon they were both sound asleep.
When she awoke the next morning, she knew he was watching her. He was always watching, but rather than be unnerved by it, she felt protected and cherished. She had turned in the night and her back was facing him. One of his hands was resting lightly on her stomach.
"Good morning," he said when he saw she was awake. He grinned roguishly at her and moved his hand up slightly. Aida simply laughed.
"Give him and inch and he takes a mile!" she protested slapping his hand away.
"No, this is taking a mile!" Apollo corrected leaning down so his mouth could pick up where his hand left off. Aida laughed and let him continue, but Apollo didn't take their play any farther. She sighed.
"I don't want to get up yet."
"Unfortunately, duty calls," Apollo reminded her although she could see he'd rather spend the day with her as well.
Ione and Sarah could instantly tell the difference in their children. Apollo had lost his tension and seemed better rested. Aida was much more at ease with her husband. Ione smiled at Sarah, who smiled back. Their children were growing together. *~*~*~*~*~*~*
A year later, the royal family was blessed with a day they thought they'd never see. Ione held in her arms a perfect baby boy. The baby had a very marked resemblance to a certain Goblin King, which could be because the father was an exact replica of the King. Apollo and Aida had a son. They named him Jareth Chiron for he was the result of two worlds come together. The Labyrinth's two houses were now combined in one young child. The baby prince. The Heir.
The End