I laughed so hard when I realised who Aphrodite reminded me of- even in though it's not that funny, it was just one of those stupid things that make you laugh 'til your sides hurt. I had to try and write it in somewhere. Oh and please check out my other account, I tried deleting this one so I could start over. It didn't work, so I decided I'd carry on with both accounts. Anyway its theOrchidAuthor - cheesy name but, meh, I couldn't think of another and orchid's are my favourite flower. Along with white lillies. :)
Chapter Seven
Zoey
The whole journey back to Italy was a long one. Before boarding the plane Aphrodite double checked her luggage, positive that she'd left her makeup bag back at Sgiach's castle.
"Aphrodite, can't you just replace everything. I mean, it's not like you don't have enough money to do that." I complained to her.
"Shh! It should be in here somewhere." She said rummaging through her Betsey Johnson carry on.
"My beauty, we need to board. The sun is rising and Stark will need shelter."
"You and Stark can board then. Zoey will help me look for my makeup," I sighed loudly trying to be obvious but Aphrodite just rambled on, "It's OK Darius, I'll be on in a minute. Keep my seat warm, hot stuff."
After Darius and Stark were on board, Aphrodite cornered me, "I will say this once and only once and if you repeat or tell anybody about what I am going to do, I will personally kill you myself and make sure that Arrow Boy won't be able to save you."
"Aphrodite, what the hell are you talking about?"
No sooner had I finished the question I was attacked by a mound of big, perfect blonde hair and the body of a supermodel around mine.
"Don't you ever, ever, ever do that to me again," Aphrodite's arms squeezed around my shoulders one last time before letting go, "I mean it Z, you scared me shitless when you were out. And not only because you were out and nearly dead, but I saw what the future was like without you in it. Let me tell you, it was worse than the vision I had of the world ending."
"Aphrodite that is probably the nicest thing I've heard you say to anyone besides Darius." I smirked, totally not listing to the part about the world ending.
"I have warned you. Do. Not. Say. Anything." She enunciated each word making it clear to me that she would most definitely kill me if I did.
"Okay, chill. I won't. But thank you, it means a lot to me."
"Whatever, and do you seriously think I would forget something like my makeup bag? Goddess, you are dim sometimes." She flounced off, back in her bitchy ways.
I made my way on to the plane heading towards the back next to Stark. I let myself sit down heavily causing a slight oooft to slip past my lips. I heard Stark snickering beside me, turning to see what he was laughing at my eyes confirmed what I thought.
Trying not to return the smile he gave me I frowned and muttered, "What are you laughing at?"
"Was I seeing correctly when I looked out of the window before?"
"Well that depends, what did you see? And you shouldn't have had the curtains open, the sun is rising and I don't want you turning crispy."
Stark snorted at my use of words, "Don't worry about me, I'm fine. Anyway, is Aphrodite turning Aphrodikey? She was all over you out there, not that I blame her." He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
"Hey, leave her alone. She's not changing teams, she was worried about me that's all, but she actually showed her feelings for a moment out there. My life was threatened if I told anyone that she had hugged me, so please, for my sake. Don't breathe a word about it."
"As usual, your wish is my command, my Lady." Stark lifted my hand to his lips and kissed me tentatively.
"Thank you." Suddenly I yearned for him to kiss more than just my hand but it just seemed ho-ish to do anything more in view of Aphrodite and Darius. Not that they cared. We were only up in the air for a few minutes when Aphrodite latched onto her Warrior's mouth.
In the words of the Twins: please, just please.
I started an internal mini argument with myself. Why should I be bothered about making out with Stark in front of them? Because I don't flaunt my business for everyone to see (at least I try to keep it to myself). They aren't going to notice if you kiss him, they're at the front of the plane playing tonsil hockey. It's just weird. They are not going to be bothered.
The conversation with myself went on for a while when I realised I was being watched.
"What?" My gaze captured Stark's as I questioned him.
"You were scrunching up your nose and sighing every so often, talking to someone were you?" His cocky grin creeped upon his lips making my mind up for me.
"Yes, but it doesn't matter." I crushed my lips to his and prepared myself for a heavy make out session.
"Whoa. Hold on there, you're never usually this comfortable making out in front of friends." Ugh. He shouldn't be complaining, he was a guy for goddess's sake.
"Yeah, well, they're not gonna notice are they? They're too busy sucking face," I gestured my hand in Aphrodite and Darius's direction, "Which is what I was trying to do with you." I pouted at him and folded my arms across my chest.
"Z, I know what you were trying to do; I just didn't think you were very comfortable doing it. Clearly I was wrong," Stark swooped down to press a gentle kiss against my lips before whispering, "Follow me to the storage room in five minutes."
He moved past me and heading to the back of the plane. Huh, did he want me to arrange peanuts with him? Weird.
Five minutes had passed when I stood up and retraced his steps towards the plane's storage room. Knocking quietly on the door I called his name, "Stark, are you in here?"
Pulling the door open Stark practically dragged me into the little room and started attacking my neck and jaw with kisses.
"This is what you wanted me for?" My eyelids fluttered shut for a moment as I entwined my fingers in the soft hair above the nape of his neck, "Why didn't you just say?"
I could feel his chest rumble against mine, "Because Z, it would've looked too obvious. And in here, we get to make out and have our privacy."
Stark's lips had found mine by then. Kicking the door shut with his foot he spun us around and pushed me against it.
"Ow! What the hell is that?" I pushed Stark off of me and turned to see what had hit my back. "Damn door handle," I muttered, "Thing's probably bruised my back."
"Well, we can't have that can we?" The mood was totally ruined but Stark still managed to somehow pick it back up, he bent down heading for my lower back. Lifting my shirt slightly he pressed his lips to the centre of my back just above my jeans.
I couldn't help myself, a moan escaped from the back of my throat. Bringing himself back to his normal height, Stark looked into my eyes and his facial expression turned totally Bad Boy.
"I knew that you thought that I was hot but man, I didn't know I had this effect on you."
I put a finger to his lips and whispered to him, "Yeah well, you should count yourself lucky. It's not everyday that a guy gets to make out with the most powerful High Priestess ever known." I winked at him to make sure he knew I was joking. I don't want him thinking I was a big head. There was only room for one of those in this relationship and he fit the description perfectly.
Swiping my hand away from his mouth he recaptured my lips with his and making sure that I didn't hit my back on the door handle again, he hoisted me up so I was able to wrap my legs around his waist.
Stark swept his tongue along my bottom lip asking for permission to enter my mouth. Granted.
He tackled my tongue with his starting a game of chase. My fingernails teased the soft skin on the back of his neck and this time it was his turn to moan.
"Zoey..." he whispered against my lips, "Zoey I lov-"
The door swung open and me and Stark crashed out into the hallway of the plane.
"Oops, my bad," Aphrodite snickered as we stood up and dusted ourselves off, "guess I should've knocked, huh?"
"What do you want Aphrodite?" Stark asked, he didn't sound pissed but there was a little smidgen of annoyance hidden in the question.
"Hey! Don't get your arrow in a knot. It's not my fault you two didn't lock the door or pick somewhere more private to do your business."
"Oh yeah, 'cos sucking face in plain sight of everyone on sitting on the plane is keeping your business private."
"Okay, look here Arrow Boy. Firstly, do not talk to me like that. Secondly, there was only you and Zoey within viewing distance of me and Darius and last of all, you left anyway."
"Whatever, so why did you come back through here anyway?" I cut Stark off just before he could retaliate.
"I need a blanket. My Warrior and I want to take a nap and it's freezing in there." She rummaged around in one of the boxes on the shelves at the back of the room.
"Aha! There we go; I'll leave you two to pick up where you left off." Aphrodite winked at me and twitched off back towards the cabin.
"Bitch."
"Stark! That's not very nice."
"Well, she's not very nice."
"True," I laughed, he looked like a two-year-old about to throw a tantrum, "Oh my goddess! I've just realised who she reminds me of!"
"Who?"
"Regina George, the meanest girl from Northshore High School."
"Zoey, I have no idea what you are talking about." Stark said.
"She's a character from the film Mean Girls." If it was possible he looked even more confused, "Never mind, it's a chick flick, someone as big and macho as you won't have ever watched a chick flick."
"When all of the fucked up shit has ended, you'll have to watch one with me, maybe then I'll understand why you females enjoy them so much."
"Thank you. Y'know talking like this, about normal stuff, it makes me feel almost normal myself." Ha! I wish.
"Zoey, when will you ever understand? You. Are. Not. Normal. Be proud of that, you're unique and that is one of the reasons that attracted me to you."
"Uh, thanks, I think." Stark really confuses me sometimes.
"C'mon, lets get out own blanket. The sun is up and I am actually tired. Plus, when we land in Italy it'll be dark and we'll need our energy for what awaits us."
I mightn't have written the Aphrodite thing in very well but I tried. This honestly isn't an excuse but I think staying up until 2am isn't helping my brain much...
p.s. If you guys want to keep Zoey and Starks fuzzy moments mild or you want them to turn hot and steamy let me know. I'm still planning on keeping the rating a T though, however if it does come to it I'll change it to an M ;)