Chapter Two
Sirara woke the next morning to the smell of bacon, eggs, toast, juice, and wine filling her nostrils. She continued to lay unmoving on the couch under the soft silk blanket Shara gave her last night. She watched with hooded eyes as Shara continued making breakfast. Shara paused and turned to stare at Sirara, who'd quickly closed her eyes when he started turning. He smiled at her, turning back to his work. Sirara slowly lifted her eyelids again, only to find Shara back to his cooking. She let a smile play across her lips at the sight. She'd never seen this side of him before.
She quickly closed her eyes again as he turned and began to walk towards the living room. He kneeled on his haunches beside the couch and smiled at her. Kissing her cheek, he spoke. "Wake up Sleeping Beauty." He stared at her as she slowly opened her eyes to stare at him. It didn't surprise him that her eyes didn't hold the tired look they normally did when wakening. He knew she'd been awake watching him for at least five min. But it was cute that she thought he didn't notice.
He sat back on his haunches just staring at her with heated eyes. His gaze was locked with her while she laid there and stared at her. "Is breakfast ready, yet? I'm hungry. I hate being on the human plane because I get hungry." She smiled at him as his gaze remained emotionless.
He finally smiled and nodded, rising from his haunches. He headed toward the kitchen, Sirara not far behind him. Shara placed the two plates filled with eight scrambled eggs, four pieces of toast, and six pieces of bacon on the bar. He went to the cupboard and grabbed four glasses, filling two with juice and the other two with white wine. He placed a glass of wine and juice in front of her plate and the others in front of his plate. He motioned for her to sit, and she obeyed, inhaling the delicious smell of the food and drink.
Sirara guzzled down the eight scrambled eggs and two pieces of the toast in less than a minute. She chugged her juice and drank half the glass of wine and ate the last two pieces of toast along with the six pieces of bacon. She downed the last of the wine and looked at Shara, who had just finished his eggs. He smiled at her. "Wow. You are hungry. Want me to make you more?" he asked, placing the last bit of eggs in his mouth.
"No. That's alright. I'm actually full, now." She laughed.
He smiled and ate his six pieces of bacon next. Sirara sat and watched him as he finished the last piece. She got up and headed toward his bedroom. "Where are you going?" he asked.
"To change. I've been wearing the same clothes since yesterday early morning when Aphrodite came and visited me. I'll be right back." She headed toward his bedroom and shut the door behind her.
He forgot. Even though Sirara was the Sumerian goddess of water, she was as obsessed with beauty as the Greek goddess of love and beauty herself. They could've been sisters, except for the fact that Aphrodite had a pale white complexion and Sirara had tan darkened skin like him. She returned a few minutes later, dressed in nothing but light gray sweatpants and a black exercise top. He couldn't stop staring at how the sweatpants hugged her every curve; the black exercise top accenting her breasts, her nipples barely pushing through the light fabric of her top. He was done with his breakfast by the time she came out, just finishing his juice and getting ready to down his wine.
She sat and watched him, leaning across the bar to gaze into his eyes, her breasts just lying on the bar. His groin began to harden as he gazed at her. He downed the wine and grabbed the glasses and plates and took them to the kitchen to put them in the dishwasher. He turned to stare at her, as she remained unmoving one the other end of the bar. He started walking towards the bar, pausing just before the bar, continuing past her after a glance. She got up and followed him, passing him and sitting down on the couch. She draped her arms over the back of the couch and sat with her legs crossed. He stood before her, staring at her with a questioning stare. She finally looked up at him. "You know you can sit down, Shara. I won't bite." She smiled at him.
Shara stood staring at her, unmoving, contemplating what to do. He did want to sit down next to her, but was afraid of what would happen if he did. She continued staring at him, trying to decide what he was thinking, but not getting any inkling at all. She finally sighed and let her head fall back, leaving her neck bare to his view. All he wanted to do was kiss that beautiful neck of hers, let his tongue dance against the warm, soft skin, suckling at her nape, hearing her moans of pleasure fill his ears as she grasped his hair. His groin began to harden at the thought, so he pushed it from his mind reluctantly. He finally walked toward her, sitting down beside her, staring at her as she stayed in her position.
Sirara looked up at him, smiling, glad he finally sat beside her. She sat up, locking gazes with him. She looked down and started nibbling on her bottom lip. Shara tilted her chin up to look at him. He stared at her for the longest time. Finally, he leaned in and placed a gentle kiss on her bottom lip. It was so soft she almost thought it wasn't real. She placed her hands on either side of his face, holding him against her, breathing in the magnificent scent of him. He slowly eased his tongue against her lips, parting them slightly, sliding his tongue into her mouth. His tongue danced against hers.
Shara could hardly think as the intoxicating scent of her filled his nostrils. He wanted so much to take her right there on the couch. He tried to be gentle with her, but the way her hands held him against her, it was like she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He kissed her furiously, forcing his tongue as hard against hers as it would go. A growl began deep in his chest, the deep sound escaping his lips as he nibbled on her bottom lip. She moaned with pleasure, tangling her one hand in his hair. He leaned forward, pressing her slowly back down against the couch. "I love you, Sirara," he murmured against her lips.
She stopped, and pulled away. Shara looked at her as if he did something wrong. "What did you just say?" she asked, a hint of amazement in her voice.
"I said I love you. Why? Something wrong?" He looked at her with a questioning gaze.
"No. Nothing's wrong." Sirara thought about that. I must be dreaming, she thought. There's no way Shara would ever say that, especially to me. He's been through so much betrayal, there's no way he'd open up like that, especially about his feelings, especially to her. Would he? The next thing she heard was Shara saying her name, but it was fading away…
"Sirara, wake up. It's almost noon. You've been sleeping for almost ten hours."
Sirara woke and looked at Shara, a puzzling look in her eyes. It was a dream, she thought. "Sorry. Guess I was just too tired from the trip yesterday." She sat up and rubbed at her eyes, her hair a mess around her shoulders. Somehow, it made it even more beautiful. Sirara knew the reason she'd slept so long. She was having the most wonderful dream ever imaginable. She just wished it wasn't a dream. She looked at him, and smiled. "I'm going to go take a shower, if you don't mind," she said, getting up off the couch.
"Help yourself," he said, emotionless, walking towards the kitchen.
Sirara walked towards Shara's bedroom to take a shower. She closed the bedroom door behind her and leaned against the closed door. Why did I have that dream about Shara? What's wrong with me? There's no way imaginable that Shara would ever kiss me. Sirara finally walked towards the bathroom and turned on the water as she dropped her clothes to the ground, off her body.
Shara stood in his kitchen, listening to the sound of the running water in the bathroom. He leaned against the bar, thinking. He was ecstatic that Sirara had dreamed the same thing he did. What was it about the Sumerian goddess that attracted him so much to her? Granted, she was one of the most beautiful Sumerian goddesses ever born, looking more and more beautiful every time he saw her. How he could've ever thought she was almost as beautiful as Aphrodite, he couldn't fathom. She was past the beauty of Aphrodite. Sirara was the Sumerian goddess of love and beauty. He laughed as he thought that. It was unheard of to be the goddess of more than two things, and Sirara being the goddess of water and beauty and love? He liked the idea, though.
Shara began thinking of how much he wanted to be in the shower with Sirara, letting the hot water run over their bodies, rubbing soft soap over her long, soft, lean body. His groin began to harden as the thought invaded his mind. Without thinking, he started walking towards his bedroom. He stood just outside the door, listening, and then he opened the door, peeking in his bedroom. The bathroom door was closed and he could hear the water running. Sirara must be in the shower because he heard the soft patter of water hitting skin before it rolled off and fell to the linoleum tub. He stood there and breathed in the scent of vanilla and lavender, her wonderful scent mixing with the beautiful scent of shampoo. His groin hardened even more at the smell filling his nostrils. It was all he could do to keep under control and not go into the bathroom with her, but he kept filling his lungs with the scent anyway.
He placed his hand on the knob, turning it ever so little, letting a crack of steam, and more vanilla and lavender, escape the room. He wanted so much to at least see her naked body in his shower. Feel every inch of her luscious body…
"You know, it's not very nice to spy on someone when they're taking a shower." Shara heard Sirara's soft voice escape into his thoughts. His hand quickly shut the door and he leaned against it. The first thing he knew, the door cracked and Sirara poked her head out, a towel wrapped around her chest. The water was still running. "Do you need something?" Sirara asked.
Shara turned, and stared at her, trying to keep his gaze on her eyes. He shook his head slowly, starting to walk backwards towards his bedroom door. His legs made contact with the bed and he fell to the bed. He sat, staring at Sirara, as she opened the bathroom door and stood, looking at him. The towel was tied at the top of her breasts, defining the sharp curves of her body and the magnificent size of her breasts. Shara could see that her nipples were raised slightly through the cloth. His groin hardened to an imaginable pressure. It felt like his groin was going to explode. He could feel it beating, as if it were an actual living part of his body. He couldn't stand it.
Sirara looked down his body, slowly, finally stopping her gaze to the hardened bulge in his pants. "Well, what do we have here? Someone a little happy?" she asked, walking towards him slowly. She stood before him, causing him to look up slightly at her. Her breasts were right in front of his vision, making his groin go even harder, which he didn't think was possible. She sat down beside him, turning to face him. She placed her hand on his knee, looking into his eyes. She ran her hand up his leg, just slightly brazing the side of his groin with her hand as her hand continued up his chest, gently pushing him down on the bed.
Shara let her push him down on his bed, looking into her eyes as he felt her hand slide slowly back down his chest to the top of his pants. She slowly started to undo the button and zipper, sliding her hand into his pants and letting the tips of her fingers gently slide over his hardening shaft. He arched his back slightly, moaning a little, biting his bottom lip. Sirara started to pull his pants down, so he raised his hips to give her easy access. Sirara pulled his pants down to his knees, exposing his already hard shaft to her hungry view. Shara looked up and saw her baby blue eyes turn gold with hunger and desire. That look made his own eyes turn gold with his own desire.
Sirara looked up at him, staring at his hungry eyes with her own. She knew what he wanted, and she wanted the same thing. She leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on his lips as she started to gently massage his hardening length. Shara moaned with pleasure against her lips as he gently raised his hips against her soft palm. Her hand was still moist from the shower, only making him harden to the point of explosion. He almost couldn't take it. He kissed her furiously, biting at her bottom lip and gently pulling. Sirara continued stroking him, feeling him harden more and more with every stroke, wondering how he was getting that hard without exploding. She could tell he was trying to hold back. She felt his cock twitch slightly as she ran her fingers over it.
Shara was trying so hard not to explode. He'd never gotten a hand job this pleasurable before. It took all his power not to just take her right there, right now. He moaned even more against her lips as she gently grabbed hold and squeezed him gently. That was it. He couldn't take it anymore. He'd tried his hardest not to explode, but she was too damn good. Before he could even try to control himself, he exploded all over her hand, moaning with pleasure.
Sirara gently moaned against his lips, feeling his warmth fall upon her hand, continuing to gently stroke him. As she continued to kiss him, she felt his hand slowly come between them, sliding down her thigh, stopping right below the towel line at her leg. She moaned slightly as she felt his hand slide under the towel, sliding up her inner thigh. He stopped right at her core, taking in the feel of the wet, sensitive, flesh on his finger tips. He couldn't tell if she was wet from the shower, or her arousal. He didn't care which it was. He slowly slipped a finger inside her, gently stroking her. He could feel her body tense at his entrance and slipped another finger inside and then another and another. She arched her back, catlike, against him, moaning with pleasure. She could feel her own release coming, but she wouldn't be as greedy as Shara had been. As he continued to pleasure her, she felt her release rising. In on quick moment, she felt a tremor go through her body and heard Shara's soft groan of happiness deep in his chest. He eased up and let his fingers lay against her moist core.
He breathed in her magnificent scent, not realizing until five minutes later he heard water running. He shot up and stared at the bathroom and then back at Sirara.
"Opps. I forgot I left the shower running. Guess I better go finish my shower." Sirara got up and headed towards the bathroom. Shara watched her until she disappeared behind the bathroom door. He got up off his bed and pulled his pants back up and closed the zipper and button and left his room. He headed towards the bar again, deep in thought the whole way there. Once he reached the bar, he slumped down onto a stool. He couldn't believe he'd done what he just did, and with Sirara no less. What was he thinking? The fact that she'd let him do that amazed him even more.
Sirara came out of Shara's bedroom; her hair wet lying on her shoulders, and wearing nothing but grey sweatpants and a black exercise top. He turned his gaze toward her when she exited his room. Her hair looked even more beautiful lying against her shoulders, wet, and soaking her once dry shoulders.
"You have a nice shower?" Shara asked, at a loss of anything else to say to her.
She nodded her head. "Yes. Very much." She walked over toward the bar, leaning against the countertop, facing him. "To be honest, though," she said looking down, "I liked the distraction better." Her cheeks blushed slightly, and Shara caught a glimpse of it. He smiled at that. He was happy to hear she enjoyed their little playtime as much as he did.
Shara cleared his throat, causing Sirara to look up at him. "We have work to do today. Mind following me downstairs?"
"Of course not. I basically have to follow you around anyway. How can I watch out for you for Aphrodite if you're not kept in my sight at all times?"
The way Sirara joked about watching him like he was a kid amused him. Other people, it would just piss him off. But there was just something in that soft voice of hers that took all the mad out of him. "Sirara, now be honest, did Aphrodite really send you to look after me? Or did you come on your own accord?"
Sirara stared at him for a moment before she answered. "Yes, Aphrodite sent me to come protect you, but I actually came of my own accord. I wasn't going to come, because I knew you could take care of yourself, but there was just something in her voice. And the thought of seeing you again, made me happy to come find you. Truthfully, I missed you, Shara. I've missed you for the longest time and I wanted to come find you, but I didn't know if you'd still hate me from our last visit."
Shara's mind traveled back to their last visit again. He abruptly pushed the memory out of his mind. He took hold of Sirara's face on either side with his hands and looked her deep in the eyes. "I could never hate you, Sirara. Never in a million years." He leaned forward and pressed a gentle kiss to her full lips, breathing in the scent of her. He leaned back, staring at her again. Sirara smiled at him and he returned the smile.
"Well, guess we better get to work," Sirara said.
Shara reluctantly dropped his hands and sighed. "Yea. Guess you're right." He got up from the stool he'd been sitting at and they both headed towards the door. Shara opened it and let Sirara go out in front of him, stepping out behind her and letting the door close behind him.