Quickie 6: Good Morning

I yearn for your sweet warmth first thing in the morning. A lesson I learned quickly after our first time in the cool arctic snow. Nothing compares to it, nothing in heaven or the earth.

As I wake my eyes meet your resting face and the rising dawn.

"The mighty sun still rests his weary head," I whisper softly as I yawn.

In all the few nights we have spent together he beaten me up but not this morn. This morning I could watch over him as he does for me in those brief moments of respite and nepenthe we share. Moments were there we are not gods amongst men but just mortals in loves passionate embrace.

As I look over to him he is lost in a dream somewhere: maybe my beloved stares at the stars looking for his long forgotten homeland and found it is lost not longer. In this rare moment I find the protector has become the protected.

A stray curl cascades down his forehead.

"I finally beat you up sun," I whisper brush the curl from his face.

I smile softly as his blue eye finally open.

"That you have moon," he whispers back. "I didn't wake you did I?"

"No," I chuckle placing a kiss upon his lips. "I only wished to watch the sunrise with you..."

He smiles the purest smile I had even seen.

"...If you well let me?" I continue.

"Ah..." his moans as the sun's first light creeps over the horizon.

Slowly he rises from my bed as the sheets fall from his naked body. Placing his feet on the floor he says not a word and keeps his back to me. My heart sinks. He did not wish for me to see him like that. The rising sun was his time with his god. Something so personal and ever so private, I should not have asked.

"Kal I'm sorry..." I whisper. "This is your time with Rao..."

I look away from him staring at the spot where he once laid. As the sun rises it casts his shadow over me.

"Moon, please join me," he replies.

I look up to a red light glowing from his body as the sunlight dances up his powerful firm. He hand extends down to me.

"And you should see all gods aren't like your family," he smiles. "Some are like you..."

My hand reaches up to his. The warmth from him was overwhelming yet soothing as I take his hand. Higher and higher he floats pulling me up with him until we can see all of Themyscira. Eyes to eyes we stare naked basking in Rao's light.

"Some like me?" I blush.

He pulls me in close.

"Gentle," he whispers placing a kiss on my lips.

"I am gentle warrior now," I hum back.

"Yes," he answers with another kiss. "The fiercest gentlest warrior a little farm boy could ever love..."

"Love..." I whisper into his lips.

He breaks our kiss and lightning white eyes to crimson red eyes once more he breaks me.

"Love and adore," I replies.

My heart soars, racing to the heavens.

"And I you, my protector," I whispers softly as I claim his lips as my own.

Fire and heat rise between us until his smile fades. Super hearing...

"What is it Kal?" I ask.

"Alexia just complemented my butt..." he blushes. "Among other things..."

I laugh, "It is nice..."

"I guess its morning report time?"

I nod.

"We shall finish this later," he continues raising an eyebrow.

"Oh yes," I reply.

I watch him look down upon the palace and turn the reddest of reds.

"I can feel her eyes on me," he grunts.

"Alexia please leave us until Kal is dressed," I sigh loudly. "The morning report can wait until he has gone."

Kal mouths, his thanks as he floats us back down to my bedroom. Swiftly he dresses himself before heading back to the skies.

"Wait!" I call.

He looks back to me.

"Your glasses, you almost forgot them," I say as I place his glasses on his face.

He smiles, "What would Clark Kent do without Ms Prince to help him?"

"He wouldn't be so handsome without his glasses on," I reply.

Once more we kiss one last kiss before we are gods once more.

"Next time I'm putting the cape on the door," he smiles before finally flying off.

"Cape on the door?" I repeat to myself softly.

Creak... my bedroom door opens.

"I'll explain that after the morning reports..." Alexia replies handing me the morning reports.

"You should have knocked before entering..." I reply as I take the papers in my hands.

"And you should have locked the door..." she grumbles back. "...Clueless clay..."

I gulp.

"At least he knows how to use it," she laughs. "Achilles didn't..."

"Alexia!" I blush.

"Next time cape and locked door!" I shout.