She has discarded her scarlet cloak, and now only wears a matching dress. So thin, a knife would have no trouble cutting it aside. Theseus reaches up a hand, brushing a strand of her dark brown hair out of her face, and as she leans in close, I move to leave, but find his other hand on my arm.

"What…I don't want to intrude-"

Her deep brown eyes capture mine,

"No. Stay. I want to be freed from my curse. Please."

We can deny her nothing.

If its freedom she wants, it's what I'll be happy to give her.

I stand; removing my cloak and undoing my belt, leaving only my breeches, which I won't mind letting her take off.

She reaches up to her shoulders, deftly pushing the sleeves of her dress down, and suddenly she is completely bare to us.

I hear Theseus' breath hitch, and I know it's not from the pain in his arm. She is beyond stunning, in the moonlight she is a Goddess of this world, she puts Aphrodite to shame.

When she leans down to kiss him, I watch in wonder as their mouths meet, they seem to exchange energy, and when she pulls back, she reaches out to me, and I kneel, putting my hand to the back of her head, and bringing her lips to mine for a taste. Her hair feels like silk in my hand, and she tastes of chocolate, and something darker, like smoke.

She arches against my bare chest, and I shudder as I feel her nipples harden against me. Theseus is putting his hands on her hips, slowly reaching around to touch her most sacred place, he parts the dark brown curls and I feel her mouth fall open against mine as he parts her nether lips, I hear him groan as he feels her dampness, how much she wants this.

I reach my free hand down to cup a breast, and it fits in my hand, so soft, so perfect, and when I brush my thumb over her nipple she sighs into my mouth. Her own hands have not been idle, and when she slips one inside my breeches, grasping my hard length in her small hand it takes all my strength to not come like an adolescent before anything has hardly begun.

Theseus begins moving his hands faster and she starts making the most glorious sounds, like the mewling of a baby lioness. He does something with his thumbs and at the same time I tweak her nipple she suddenly climaxes in both of our arms. She clenches around his hand, and grasps the back of my head, possibly pulling out a few hairs, but the look on her face, is nearly my undoing.

"We need to get...situated." he manages to grunt out, using his good arm to divest himself of his breeches, and I do the same.

She still has weak knees, so I lift the blanket and set it on the ground, so as to make it a bit less uncomfortable.

She lays down quickly, and Theseus climbs on top of her, poised to enter her, and she looks him straight in the eyes, whispering to him,

"Please, let me see through my own eyes, let me feel as you do, with my flesh." His eyes fall shut, and he thrusts into her with one swift movement, and she gasps, I take her hand in mine, and she squeezes it, the pain of her virginity being taken enough to make him pause. He looks at me, and I nod. I continue to hold her hand in mine, and begin to kiss down her neck, slowing as I get closer to her breast, eager to taste her, but even more eager to distract her from the pain.

He begins to thrust in and out, slowly, but carefully, and when he reaches a hand down to rub the outer lip of her womanhood, I notice she begins to relax the grip on my hand.

I reach her nipple with my mouth at last, and suck it gently, swirling my tongue around it, feeling it harden again. She grips my head with her hand, keeping me there, and I hear Theseus' breathing speed up, he's very close now.

I reach down, my own throbbing erection becoming almost too distracting to ignore any longer, and with a couple strokes, watching her eyes fly open with her climax, I follow her over the edge of pleasure, seeing stars as she cries out in his arms, her legs locking around his, his final sporadic thrusts as he finds his own climax.

As we all laid on top of the blanket, I felt my heart slow down, and I turned to see Phaedra brush her hair out of her face, a thin sheen of sweat on her forehead sparkling in the moonlight.

Theseus grinned at me from her other side,

"I think we cured her. How about you? Do you feel better my love?" he glanced at her, suddenly unsure of himself.

I chuckled quietly, the shaking of my laughter enough to cause her to notice.

"You two have worn me out. Soldiers indeed have great stamina. I feel as if my entire being has been compressed, then suddenly set free. I feel reborn. I see only the night sky, no visions of battles, of death or pain. You are my heroes for curing me. I will never forget this night." She held each of their hands up, forming a chain, and spoke again,

"We're connected now. Lovers, friends, and no matter what our destiny, I'm glad to have met you both." She leaned over to kiss him first, and then turned to me, I pulled my hand free and wrapped it around her waist, causing her to nearly roll over onto my chest, and she giggled.

"I can see I will be the cause of much rivalry already."

"You have no idea my dear."

R/R please. and yes, this is a temporary first person POV. fluffy right? i thought they all deserved it :)