PART II GUYS...THERE WILL BE A PART III OF COURSE GIVEN THAT THE STORY WRITES ITSELF AND WELL, IT TURNED OUT A BIT DIFFERENT FROM I HAVE ORIGINALLY ENVISIONED IT :)) DO TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK ABOUT IT SO FAR - CAN'T WAIT :)
It's morning ….again . I hate mornings! One can't enjoy a bloody second of silence after sunrise! At each damn temple, it seems like every single priestess has something to do- and that particular something has to involve a preposterous degree of noise. They always have to compulsively sweep, wash, dust, polish, organize and reorganize and all that on the background of an endless and completely useless chit chat regarding the correct way things are supposed to be done, constantly fighting over a bunch of details that are utterly irrelevant to me. I sometimes wonder if they realize just how annoying they truly are and if they actually do it on purpose just to get to me . Neahhhh…they wouldn't dare!
''I'm telling you Khalissa, this is not the right place to put the candles ! They completely block the view to the altar!
''Who even cares about that ?! They are supposed to be practical! Their only purpose is to lighten up the place, right Eleni?"
"What are you two talking about? It's so obvious that they belong in the center of the room, as close to the statues as possible. The visitors should clearly see the image of the one they worship!''
''That's just stupid! '' another one adds- a new girl, with some exotic name I just can't remember- and who seems to be even more idiotic than the other three put together. ''We should position them right at the front entrance, next to the curtains- at night time the patterns on the fabric would look really impressive…''she suggests, and I just roll my eyes at how freaking ridiculous this idea is . Lit candles and curtains are indeed a match made in heaven – a fiery combination, beyond any doubt .
''My Lord, what do you think?" a tall, sandy blonde young woman asks, staring at me with wide, inquisitive eyes.
''About ?'' I sternly inquire, as if I have no clue what they have been yapping about for the past ten minutes.
''The candles my Lord ! Where do they belong ? Which is the ideal location for them….?''
And as much as I want to snap at them and bluntly suggest they should all just take one and put it on their damned graves, I somehow find it in me and go for a softer approach ….
''Definitely by the curtains …..'' I mockingly retort, secretly hoping that at least one of them will summon the courage to contradict me …None of them does of course, they just accept the verdict , a resigned expression on their faces-with the exception of the one who actually came with the bright idea of course- and they just continue their daily chores as if nothing happened while the one in question carries them proudly to their newly designed location, way to focused on her sacred task to notice my expression. I seriously contemplate the possibility of sending a fireball her way .It would certainly lighten up my mood ….
Cassandra's maternal gaze does put a temporary halt to my murderous impulses though….I hate that gaze! …It's the same gaze Hera used to give me when I was a kid and I did something wrong up on Olympus – and by Zeus , there was always something. I was restless- and I usually dragged Dite along with me , not just to keep me company but to also get me out of trouble – she had a way with words and she was a fantastic liar-still is.
''My Lord…..''she simply whispers, on that soft , calculated voice- utterly different from the shrieking tonalities of the rest of them …..Cassandra is my head priestess, by the way.
I don't answer but I do meet her gaze and despite the calmness in her voice I can clearly see the harshness in her velvet brown eyes. ''they are young …''
''I suppose sexy and smart is a rare combination these days huh ?''
''They are doing their best….''
''I should really lower my standards then…..!" I retort, signaling her to leave and fix that so called problem, when, right out of nowhere, a small, delightful electric shock jolts through my body, travelling up and down my spine at a dazzling speed for a few extremely intense seconds, forcing each and every muscle to contract and as my lips part in an indescribable sensation of pure pleasure, my eyes close just to reopen to a dreamlike sight that slows my breathing and dissolves everything around me, from the marble columns, to the annoying presence of my overly zealous priestesses.
Almost simultaneously, my nostrils are invaded by an exquisite perfume that I would recognize anywhere, that particular scent that has been mercilessly haunting my every dream from day one, regardless of the stage of our relationship- something that I have always associated with the disarming charm of a wildflower field minutes after a heavy summer rain- lavender, iris, poppies and a hint of cedar plus some extra fragrance I just can't put my finger on….Whatever it is ,it always drives me crazy…..
Walking -as if in slow motion- towards my throne, wearing a mysterious smile on those gorgeous lips is none other than Xena, my one and only Chosen…
''…scratch those low standards ….'' I murmur as she closes in the distance between us, and I am literally hypnotized by the bewitching musicality offered by the rustling of her long navy satin dress and as she finally reaches the steps and bows her head respectfully , I don't really know whether I'm supposed to laugh or to feel scared….Her playing by the rules is never good news ….
''My Lord …..''
''Princess …''
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''Good morning …'' she whispers, softly brushing my lips with her own . ''I can't believe you're actually here this early ….!'' she remarks rather pungently- a clear hint at my overdrinking these days- casually taking a sit on my knee while her fingers are tracing playfully the pendant around my neck and my whole body quivers as she leans slightly into me as if subtly asking to be hugged.
Unusual ? Definitely . Crazy ? Even more so.
It takes a few moments for me to actually react in any way to whatever it is it's happening here, too entranced by her sheer presence and by the hidden meaning of it to do anything else apart from staring at her like a lunatic.
''It might turn out to be…..'' I finally voice, silently wondering if there is any chance I could have fallen asleep while supervising my demented priestesses. Maybe she isn't even here – maybe this is all a figment of my imagination, some nightly vision that has remained imprinted on my brain and that has now been brought to surface by the wine. Maybe this arousing sensation of her raven black tresses now languidly caressing my chest is but part of a vague, fading memory of our past moments together… This is just too good to be true, so….
''Question is ….should I make a run for it or not ? Do I get a head start into saving my godly ass?'' I causally joke about it as I notice her thinly veiled anxiety – but take my word for it, this is as serious as it gets….
''What do you mean ?''she inquires on a low, lust filled tone that I know far too well.
As always, her voice and that overflowing sex appeal that I could never -under any circumstances- ignore, make the blood rush with a maddening impetuosity through my veins and for the love of all Cosmos, I really have to find a way to control my urges around this mesmerizing witch of mine or I'll soon become the laughing stock of Olympus.
Truth be told, this constant coming and going of hers from my life is not only bad for my reputation but- to my boundless surprise which you should actually read as heart stopping shock - has also began to sting lately and then to hurt and now, these past few months while she has been away and completely detached from whatever it is we have going on, roaming the country with that irritating, pesky Blonde-that she appears to have adopted as if she were a stray dog- I don't know…..It just feels as if I've been run over by a war wagon and I'm talking about a physically debilitating pain here, the likes of which I have never experienced before, a chronic one that simply refuses to become less intense with the passage of time …..
''What's with the formalities?'I kinda got the impression that the Conniving Bastard approach was more to your liking !''
''It is …but I'm here on business...'' she replies, her fingers moving a few inches to the left, right above my heart and I can clearly see her pupils dilating at the awareness that its rhythm changed instantly at the contact and that she is the precise reason behind that sudden change ….She's obviously enjoying herself, pleased with this newfound information…''so I'm on my best behaviour...'' she continues on that same sweet but poisonous tone that just makes me wanna throw her on some altar and fuck her to death - and yeah,I can tell just how sick that sounds but hey ..it is what it is...
''Oh ! I'm excited ! What do you need? Weapons, strategic advice, an army ? I can have ten thousand men ready to follow you to the very pits of Tartarus if needed, by noon!''I hear myself ranting- deep inside still hoping for a miracle to happen- but I am somehow under the impression that such scenario is far from turning into reality any time soon.
''Not that kind of business….''she murmurs, slightly lowering her gaze towards my crotch and as her eyebrow arches, my hand moves instinctively from her lower back to the center-where there is no fabric to cover her silky skin and I can literally feel myself ignite at the contact.
Needless to say, all this flirty foreplay, the damned chemistry we share, the ecstasy vibrating unrestricted through her aura is messing with my head big time and I have to give it to her, she sure knows what she's doing…
''Oh…..This kind of business….''I conclude, my hand inching its way up her spine now until it reaches the back of her neck, and I make sure to pin her gaze as I allow my fingers to tangle into her hair, pulling her head back just a bit, enough as to get a glimpse of that desire of intimacy sparkling in her ocean blue irides the moment my lips return her earlier favor and brush lightly against her collarbone.
''Interested?'' she bluntly asks, making my stomach flutter while her skilful hands are already undoing my leather vest.
''Is that a real question ?'' I answer, a small smirk tugging at the corner of my lips and I could just get lost into whatever it is she has planned in that dirty mind of hers, but our interaction seems a bit rushed and for some reason that doesn't sit well with me .
''I'll take that as a yes…'' she purrs, and before I get to blink once she's already straddling my lap, pushing the vest aside, ready for action.
''Whoa there, Sweetie! Hold on …I'm not going anywhere! So uh…..What exactly can I do you for ?'' I abruptly interrupt her, grabbing her wrists and keeping her put for a few seconds, patiently waiting for an answer.
''Well, there is this little something that might need your divine intervention….''she explains, arching her back just a little and I gulp noisily at the sight of her nipples poking through the thin fabric of her deliciously indecent dress. ''I could take care of it on my own but it's something that needs time and ….that is something I don't have at the moment….'' she adds, her gaze moving in the most obnoxious, teasing way from my eyes to my lips and back , making me bite mine, fighting what I know it is a hopeless inner battle to stand my ground.
''Aham …..Go on….''I breathe out while unconsciously, my thumbs have already started massaging her wrists, in a supernatural attempt to keep myself from ripping that dress off her and fall head down into what I can already tell is a very well set womanly trap.
''In return, I get to solve your problem ….'''she clarifies, her voice raspy and full of promise, her chest rising and falling a bit faster now.
''My problem ?'' I ask, somewhat intrigued by her statement. ''I didn't know I have one ….''
'' Oh but you do ….Quite a big one too….''she chuckles, slightly bemused by the situation, and it only takes one small rub against my crotch that my already obvious erection nearly doubles in size, painting the sexiest, patronizing smile on her luscious lips.
''So basically, what you're saying is that you need my help and in return I get…you….for a couple of hours…?'' I try to summarize it for her, just to make sure that I'm not completely out of my mind and that I haven't misunderstood her absolutely bewildering offer.
''It's not your help I need. Think of it more like a collaboration….''
''Tomato /tomato -that is just another fancy word for help, Honey ,but ok…Have it your way.''
There's a brief pause in which I'm still struggling to read between the lines. There's obviously more to the story than meets the eye and for her to actually come up with such a deal- she must be really desperate and most likely out of options…
''So, in short, sex for my divine intervention. Did I get this right ?''
''Do you have a problem with that ?''she feels the need to ask, somewhat taken aback by my obvious and -judging by her reaction- unexpected hesitation.
''Definitely not ….I'm all for it. ''
''Then why are we still here ?''
''Good point '' I hardly get the chance to reassure her when she cunningly whispers into my ear something obscene enough as to make me forget all about my admirable intention to let my upper head do the thinking for once when it comes to our on-off relationship.
''This must be my lucky day! How could I refuse? …..Safe word ?''
''Same as always…''
''Chakram it is, then…''