Ch. 13
Cold Steel and Bourbon
Philip sits cross-legged on the carpet, his arms draped on either side of his body, wearing nothing but a pair of tightly fitting jeans. His eyes are closed and he appears to be sleeping. His glasses are no where to be seen. The lights are dimmed, several scented candles are wafting the smell of jasmine through the air, and a record of an Italian opera is playing in the background.
Marilyn comes into the apartment; she is carrying a brown paper bag, from an earlier shopping spree at the flea market. She stops when she sees him. She tilts her head slightly to look at him, smiling. Marilyn is amused to find him looking so sexy as she comes in. She had just gotten off of her shift at Disney World, and knows he has been off for a few hours. It has been a week since Odin's father had given him the check, and he had managed to deposit it quietly in one of the banks. And for awhile they have been going about life as normal. Marilyn knows soon that things are going to start to get interesting. She starts to make her way farther into the apartment, when she notices that he has opened his eyes, and is watching her.
"Hey." Odin's voice is calm and collective, almost James Dean like. He gives her a smile that could make anyone in the world do what he wants.
"Hey, you." Marilyn's voice is a bit more seductive, as she saunters over towards him, carrying the bag with her. She kicks off her black flats as she gets halfway to him.
"What did you buy before you went to work?" He smiles again, this time a shy smile, like he knows some of the things she already bought. He pats a spot near him on the carpet, so that she can sit.
Marilyn gives him a toothy grin. She then sets the bag in front of him, and then sits down beside him. She pulls the bag towards her. "Close your eyes."
"Okay." He puts his hands over his eyes, and peeks at her through the fingers.
"Don't make me blindfold you." She teases.
"Mmmm." Odin smirks at her, to show her he is contemplating it. He, then, moves his hands where his palms are over his eyes.
She begins to take things out of the bag and place them on the carpet in front of them. She then folds up the bag, and slides it across the carpet in the direction of the kitchen. "Okay, you can look."
He moves his hands, and then smirks again. The first thing he notices is a pair of small daggers, in leather sheaves. He picks one of them up, and pulls it out of the sheaf. He likes them, they have a very minimal design, on the handle there is a metal band wrapped around, and underneath the band a metal snake winds its way towards the blade. The snake's tongue is forked, and is ready to strike. Odin touches Marilyn's cheek with the cool metal. "Nice." He purrs.
"Odin really needs a sword, but I couldn't find one that would be good enough."
He kisses her forehead, still keeping the cold metal touching her cheek. "A dagger set is easier to hide." He moves his head slightly, and kisses Marilyn's lips. He moves closer on the floor to make the kiss deeper.
Marilyn gives him a smile, pulling away slightly. "Do you approve of everything else I bought?" She gently takes dagger away from him, and puts it back in its leather case.
He looks over the collection of books, the bottle of bourbon, and various other knickknacks, and smiles. "You did good, kid."