Title: Petitions (3/3)
Author: Artemis Luna Diana
Email: artemislunadiana@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13 (references to sex)
Fandom: Xena/Herc.
Pairing: Cupid/Strife Cupid/Psyche
Disclaimer: I own not a thing.
Warning: reference to character death
Summary: Strife is allowed to return to Olympus.
Status: Complete
Archive: AJCS, all others please ask.
Website: and
Notes: Thanks to BlackUmbridge for the excellent beta.
// - designates flashback
* - designates communication through thoughts
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Cupid tried not to stare, tried not to give himself away. Could Strife still love him after all of this? Tartarus, he was going to propose that night. He glanced at his ex-wife. Having been married to her as long as he had, he could see the signs of suppressed tension, guilt, and sorrow in her lithe frame. His 'little accident' had hurt the three of them terribly, and they would not remain the only ones affected by this. There was Bliss to consider as well as the rest of their family.
*Strife?* his mental voice was hesitant and unsure.
*I still love you, Cupid.* Strife's mental voice was steady, but Cupid's loving heart could detect the slight nuances that revealed that Strife was just as unsure of welcome as he was.
*I'll always love you, Strife.* His reply was strong and full of barely contained joy.
Wiping the tear tracks from his face, Cupid stood and began to walk forward. He heard the gasps and realized that many thought he was going to harm his ex-wife. Even Eris, thought so, and pulled Strife to his feet, trying to get him away from the two former lovers.
Cupid noted her surprise as she realized he was not walking towards Psyche, but instead towards her and her son. Her confusion was such, that she didn't even resist as he pulled Strife from her grasp. Pulling his love flush against his body, Cupid, as they say, 'laid one on him.'
Only through trickery could he have ever forgotten this. With just a simple kiss, Strife could create waves of pleasure throughout his body. Cupid could feel those cool, slender fingers gripping his arms, then sliding up to pull him even closer. His wings flapped once, then enclosed them in soft white. The kiss went on, growing deeper and more passionate by the moment.
The sounds of shock went unnoticed. The cheers and light-hearted laughter from the few that knew them well were ignored. To Cupid, the world could have ended and he wouldn't have cared so long as his lips never left Strife's.
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The End.
