The sun was setting, and darkness was covering all of Troy like a woven blanket. The stars shone brilliantly in the sky, almost as if they were mocking us down below. I was confused at if the Gods were pleased or not with it all...but I guess we will find out in due time. I slowly placed the thread in the needle, bringing it up to Paris' skin. He lay down in front of me, still clothed, but his armour was on the ground beside him. I could feel his skin tensing up as I placed the needle against his warm tan skin. I forcefully pressed into it, causing it to push all the way through and I could feel him flinch as I did so.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I said jerking back suddenly, not wanting to cause anymore pain to him. He shook his head, and I continued to weave in and out of his skin, pulling the threads tight so the wound would no longer be open.
"You think I am a coward, don't you..." He said quietly, his eyes staring at the ground, and I stopped sewing, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I do not think that of you. Menelaus is a great warrior..." He cut me off, turning to look at me.
"I threw my pride away, just so I wouldn't die. I chose to live, when I should have stayed and fought."
"We both know that Menelaus would have killed you..' I said quietly, brushing my fingers against his chin, trying to cool his temper.
"But I would have died with honor..." He said hastily, his brow covered in a glazed sweat as he began to get worked up over the matter.
"I do not want a fierce warrior! I want someone I can love. Someone I can grow old with." I said lightly turning his chin towards me, so he would look into my eyes.
"When I was with Menelaus...everyday I woke up, and wanted to drown myself in the sea....everything changed when you came to Sparta. You gave me a reason to live Paris..." I pleaded into his eyes, wanting him to realize this. When our eyes met, I tried with all my might not to push our lips together and make love to him right there. I forced myself to look back down at his leg and finish the sewing job. I tied the last knot with the thread, using my nails to break the string. I stood up, placing the needle and the rest of the thread on a table on the other side of the room. I walked back slowly, gathering my thoughts in the back of my head. Paris watching slowly out the balcony until I came into his view. I stood there for a second, not quite sure with what I was doing. My breathing became heavier, and I let my eyes slowly drift shut. I took the pin out of my hair, letting it fall loosely to my shoulders, and the pin fell shattering on the floor as it landed. My hands then silently made their way back up to my shoulders pulling off the brooches holding up my dress. The dress fell limply to the ground and the brooches did shortly after, landing on the dress without making a sound. I felt his lips touch mine, and I grasped his sweaty arms in my hands. But our kiss fell not as fierce and he gently laid me in bed, my eyes opening confused at what was happening. Was he leaving me? He winced in pain as he kneeled down to the ground, and I looked over my shoulder kissing him and running my hand down his now bare pecs. He softly kissed my neck, trailing down to my chest, and my breathing began to quicken. I watched as his hand reached over, grabbing a white flower from the vase. He stopped kissing me, trailing the flower down my neck and across the rest of my body. Amazingly, it felt perfect. I started to sweat, and the cold petals against my scorching body did wonders. His fingers danced on my skin as he blew the soft white petals down my stomach between my legs. I started to moan out, twisting my finger in his tight brown curls, arching my back in ecstasy. My muscles started to go weak, and my toes curled tightly as I became more and more dellusional. The room was racing around me, and I dug my head further and further into my pillow, my hands now clutched onto the bed. I let out one final gasp of air, before moaning out Paris' name. My body went completely numb and limp, falling to the bed in exhaustion. My heart raced in my chest, as I tried to regain my breathing. I felt his lips grace my neck as he carefully climbed over me, taking the spot next to me in the giant bed.
"Goodnight" He whispered into my ear. I smiled to myself, completely and utterly satisfied. Right as I was about to close my eyes and drift asleep, he laid the flower he had trailed against my body in front of me. I bit my lip, partially embarrased, but it was the most beautiful flower I had ever seen. A great wind burst in through the window, sending the flower twirling in the wind. It tossed and turned in the crisp night air, and I fell asleep smiling.
"I'm sorry, did I hurt you?" I said jerking back suddenly, not wanting to cause anymore pain to him. He shook his head, and I continued to weave in and out of his skin, pulling the threads tight so the wound would no longer be open.
"You think I am a coward, don't you..." He said quietly, his eyes staring at the ground, and I stopped sewing, placing my hand on his shoulder.
"I do not think that of you. Menelaus is a great warrior..." He cut me off, turning to look at me.
"I threw my pride away, just so I wouldn't die. I chose to live, when I should have stayed and fought."
"We both know that Menelaus would have killed you..' I said quietly, brushing my fingers against his chin, trying to cool his temper.
"But I would have died with honor..." He said hastily, his brow covered in a glazed sweat as he began to get worked up over the matter.
"I do not want a fierce warrior! I want someone I can love. Someone I can grow old with." I said lightly turning his chin towards me, so he would look into my eyes.
"When I was with Menelaus...everyday I woke up, and wanted to drown myself in the sea....everything changed when you came to Sparta. You gave me a reason to live Paris..." I pleaded into his eyes, wanting him to realize this. When our eyes met, I tried with all my might not to push our lips together and make love to him right there. I forced myself to look back down at his leg and finish the sewing job. I tied the last knot with the thread, using my nails to break the string. I stood up, placing the needle and the rest of the thread on a table on the other side of the room. I walked back slowly, gathering my thoughts in the back of my head. Paris watching slowly out the balcony until I came into his view. I stood there for a second, not quite sure with what I was doing. My breathing became heavier, and I let my eyes slowly drift shut. I took the pin out of my hair, letting it fall loosely to my shoulders, and the pin fell shattering on the floor as it landed. My hands then silently made their way back up to my shoulders pulling off the brooches holding up my dress. The dress fell limply to the ground and the brooches did shortly after, landing on the dress without making a sound. I felt his lips touch mine, and I grasped his sweaty arms in my hands. But our kiss fell not as fierce and he gently laid me in bed, my eyes opening confused at what was happening. Was he leaving me? He winced in pain as he kneeled down to the ground, and I looked over my shoulder kissing him and running my hand down his now bare pecs. He softly kissed my neck, trailing down to my chest, and my breathing began to quicken. I watched as his hand reached over, grabbing a white flower from the vase. He stopped kissing me, trailing the flower down my neck and across the rest of my body. Amazingly, it felt perfect. I started to sweat, and the cold petals against my scorching body did wonders. His fingers danced on my skin as he blew the soft white petals down my stomach between my legs. I started to moan out, twisting my finger in his tight brown curls, arching my back in ecstasy. My muscles started to go weak, and my toes curled tightly as I became more and more dellusional. The room was racing around me, and I dug my head further and further into my pillow, my hands now clutched onto the bed. I let out one final gasp of air, before moaning out Paris' name. My body went completely numb and limp, falling to the bed in exhaustion. My heart raced in my chest, as I tried to regain my breathing. I felt his lips grace my neck as he carefully climbed over me, taking the spot next to me in the giant bed.
"Goodnight" He whispered into my ear. I smiled to myself, completely and utterly satisfied. Right as I was about to close my eyes and drift asleep, he laid the flower he had trailed against my body in front of me. I bit my lip, partially embarrased, but it was the most beautiful flower I had ever seen. A great wind burst in through the window, sending the flower twirling in the wind. It tossed and turned in the crisp night air, and I fell asleep smiling.