SUMMARY: A whirlwind fling with a Playboy heiress turns quickly turns into a lifetime commitment full of plenty of twists and turns. Is Def Leppard’s ‘playboy’ ready to join Hef’s world?
WARNINGS: Plenty of NSFW scenes, cheating, multiple partners, unsafe sex, alcoholism, pregnancy and loss, marriages and divorces.
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“You’re sure it’s not too much?” the brown-eyed brunette looked at herself in the mirror of the public restroom.
“Would you stop worrying? You look hot,” her redheaded friend, Samantha, adjusted her skirt.
“Okay, Riley. Let’s close our eyes and imagine one of your Dad’s models,” her blonde-headed friend, Brenna, applied lipstick to her full, red lips.
“Ugh, okay. I look fine,” she laughed as the three young ladies walked out into the arena.
As they walked down the steps toward the stage, each placed their visitor pass around their necks. Riley took one last look at her best friends before stepping up to the security guard.
“Pass?”
“Right here,” she flashed her laminate at him. He then looked over the other two ladies. “Do you know if the band are meeting before or after the show?”
He pointed over his shoulder to a man standing next to a door. “Ask him.”
“Right,” she huffed before walking past him.
“Passes?” the man spoke with a British accent.
Again, Riley held her pass up. “Should we come back now, or after the show?”
“How did you get VIP passes?”
“The company I work for,” she answered. “So?”
“Probably now,” he stepped back to let them in.
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There were people everywhere under the stage as they followed yet another man through the halls and doorways. Finally, they made it to the greenroom where a few other people had gathered.
“Wow, Riley. What brings you here?” a radio DJ asked.
“I can be a fan, can’t I Randy?”
“Well… sure. But couldn’t you just have the Dad…”
“No talk about my father tonight, please. I’m here to have fun.”
“I’m all for that!” a loud British voice belted from the doorway.
“Oh my Lord,” Brenna nearly fell over at the sight of him.
“Tell me about it,” Samantha fanned herself with her hand.
“Ladies, welcome,” the lead singer walked in and looked them over. “Joe Elliott.”
“Pleasure,” Riley shook his hand. “I’m Riley, these are Sammy and Brenna.”
“Lovely,” he flirted with them.
Soon, there were two other men in the room and they too had lovely accents.
“So where are you from?” Sav asked them.
“I was born in Chicago, but I live with my father here in LA,” Riley answered.
“Yeah, we all work for him,” Samantha offered.
“Really? What does he do?” Rick Allen asked.
“Photography,” Brenna answered as Riley smiled and looked away.
“We have arrived!”
The entire room looked toward the door as the two blond men stepped in. Riley’s heart nearly flipped as she gazed at the shorter of the two. He had on a pair of tight jeans and a yellow tank top that showed a nice tuft of chest hair over the top.
“Yo, Earth to Riley,” Samantha laughed as Brenna handed her a beer.
“Phil, c’mere,” Rick waved him over. “These are Riley, Sammy and… Brenna?”
“Very good,” Brenna nodded her head.
“Pleasure,” he shook each of their hands, but stopped when he noticed Riley. “Riley, is it?”
“Yes,” she smiled at him. “And you’re Phil I take it?”
“Yeah, Phil Collen. And the bloke with no tan over there’s me mate Steve.”
Samantha and Brenna looked at Rick and giggled at the fact that neither of them realized they were still shaking hands.
“All right lads, let’s get ready!” their manager called from the door.
“Well, got’a go. Will you be at the meet ‘n greet after the show?”
“Probably not,” Riley sighed. “I’ve got a really early day ahead of me tomorrow.”
“Oh… well then…” he cleared his throat. “Can I at least ‘ave your number? I’m just interested in seeing what you think about the show.”
“Uh, huh,” Brenna covered her mouth to stifle a laugh.
“Sure,” she pulled a piece of paper from her purse and quickly jotted down her number.
“Thanks, Riley,” he smiled at her. “Enjoy the show.”
“I’m sure she will,” Samantha mumbled as she and Brenna broke up in laughter.
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After the show, the girls left the arena in the limo, Def Leppard tunes cranked up as loud as the speakers would handle. One by one, the driver dropped them off until he ended his route.
As Riley stepped out of the car, she stopped and smiled. “Thanks for putting up with us, Don. We had a great time tonight.”
“Any time, Miss Riley.”
“Goodnight,” she nodded before stepping up to the huge stone steps of the house.
As she walked in, she noticed a few women scurry past to see who it was. As usual, Riley only shook her head and sighed. She then walked down the hall to the huge movie room and looked in. “I’m home. Night, Daddy.”
“Did you have fun?” he looked up from his seat in the smack dab middle of four blondes.
Star-Crossed Myth | Valentine’s Day On Earth (NSFW)
SUMMARY: Along with the other fallen Gods of the Zodiac, their Minister of the Crown Alopex, Goddess of Seduction, Ruler of Vulpecula, and younger sister of Leon must continue to fulfill her duties to the King of the Heavens. This includes her duties to Earth on what the humans refer to as ‘Valentine’s Day,’ even though her punishment also included the removal of her wings. Weakened by the Mark of Sin, she is accompanied by Partheno, The God of Love, and supervised by her own Gods of Wishes and Punishments, as well as the Reincarnated Goddess to ensure her job is pulled off as flawlessly as possible. Will her hard work allow her to absolve her sins and return to the Heavens? And will her true love, Scorpio, ever forgive her for what she had to do to earn her fall from the Heavens?
WORD COUNT: 5K
PAIRING: Leon x Dionyssa (The Reincarnated Goddess), Ichthys x Kerasea (Princess of the Heavens), Scorpio x Alopex
GENRE: Otome Fanfic/Smut
WARNINGS: Violence, Angst, Anger, Language, Godly Sexy Time, NSFW
Dionyssa met Scorpio and Zyglavis at the reflection pool with Alopex hot on her heels. Zyglavis immediately handed a file to his superior and waited for her to read it over.
"Excuse me?" her eyes flashed pink immediately.
"What?" Scorpio's head whipped up at the sound of her voice. "You can't give her that one!" Was the King purposely trying to drive her insane?
"I have direct orders," he lowered his eyes.
"He's having way too much fun with this shit!" she yelled up into the air.
"Let's assess the situation first," Zyglavis moved his hand across the water. As it rippled, they arrived at a scene.
"The husband is mentally and physically abusing his wife," Alopex was seething. Her eyes glowed pink as they continue to watch. The man had finished beating his wife into submission before soothing her and offering her diamonds and jewels. "This is the cruelest form of seduction," her body burst forth into pink flames as her hair too began to turn pink.
Scorpio and Zyglavis looked at one another, questioningly.
"Remember the rules, Alopex," Zyglavis reminded her.
She stared at the reflection for a moment before placing her hand on Dionyssa's shoulder. She waved her hand, forming a huge pink plume of smoke before snapping her fingers.
"Next," she returned to normal before glancing up at Zyglavis.
"Wh... what did you do?" Dionyssa asked.
"He was suddenly overcome by a raging virus. His throat is swollen, so he cannot speak. His body is weak, so he cannot physically hurt her. When she begrudgingly takes him to the hospital, someone will notice her wounds and report him to the authorities. She will be single and living on her own by the next full moon," she snapped her tongue. "Next."
"That was pure genius," Scorpio gave her a smile. “You are the master.”
Zyglavis handed her the next file. She sighed and returned to the reflecting pool before once again placing her hand on Dionyssa's shoulder. The scene this time was of a young woman who was jealous of the attention her crush had on another. She was about to post fake images of her rival on social media just as Alopex snapped her fingers. Before the lady could stop, she had posted images of herself instead.
"Wow," Dionyssa threw her hand over her mouth.
"That is a just punishment," Zyglavis smirked.
"I've got the next one," Scorpio placed his hand on Dionyssa’s shoulder and waved his hand, producing the scene of an angry wife. She had just found out, before Valentine's Day, that her husband was cheating on her with their babysitter. She was in the process of slashing his tires when Scorpio lifted his hand.
"Wait," Alopex stopped him. "Hasn't she been punished enough?"
"This isn't right," he frowned.
She turned her eyes to his. "She deserves a bit of leniency, given the circumstances."
"What would you suggest?"
"She still needs to be punished," Zyglavis spoke up.
"She does," she waved her hand over the reflection, creating a whirlpool of pink water. Scorpio noticed that she wasn't touching Dionyssa, as did she. Her eyes glowed bright pink as she whispered into the water. "No man is worth your dignity. Walk away from him, and never look back."
The woman stopped suddenly, as if she had heard Alopex's words. She slowly rose to her feet, wiped her tears, dropped the knife into the nearest trash can, and walked off.
"Punish her as you see fit," she stared at the reflection before turning to leave.
Scorpio quickly snapped his fingers, causing the police to show up before she could get away. She was going to be punished by the local authorities, but it would be up to the husband to press charges.
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Dionyssa walked down the hall toward Leon's room to find Scorpio staring out the window at the end of the hall. He suddenly turned to run down the stairs.
"What the hell is..." Leon walked up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulder, when he looked out to the courtyard and saw his sister sitting under the gazebo, on a bench, her knees in her chest and arms over her head as she faced away. As Scorpio slowly walked up behind her, he sighed. "Oh."
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Scorpio sat down next to Alopex and waited a moment before speaking. "Did you mean what you said?"
She sighed, refusing to let him see her cry. She remained where she was, facing away as she answered. "It's the logical thing to do."
"It is," he bit his lip as he watched the back of her head. "Why doesn't it feel right, then?"
"If logic hurts this badly... I suppose the only answer is to be illogical," she rolled her eyes. "I'm screwed either way," she half-laughed.
"Can I please... see your face before I pour my heart out to you?" he reached for her shoulder.
She closed her eyes and sighed before turning to face him.
He saw her tear-stained cheeks and frowned. "Vix..." it broke his heart to see her so sad. He then moved her cape aside to glance at the mark on her shoulder. "You did that for me?"
"It doesn't matter. My choice was my own. I took a chance... and made a grave error in judgement."
"I missed you," he whispered. "I missed you so freaking much," he sighed. "I honestly never thought I'd see you again."
"And I never gave up," tears again betrayed her. "I'm pathetic."
"No," he reached for her hand. "You're strong... so much stronger than I am."
"No..."
"You're beautiful, and you're intelligent, and so confident... and I love you so fucking much."
She lost her breath as she looked into his eyes.
As their lips came together, a pink shockwave flew out from them in all directions.
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"What was that?" Dionyssa caught her breath.
"When two Gods are truly in love, it changes them. That was their hearts, beating as one. Look," he pointed to the flowers, peeking up through the snow, blooming right before their eyes.
"How beautiful," she cuddled into him as he kissed her forehead.
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"That should have been our first kiss," Scorpio whispered.
She looked up into his eyes as she placed her right hand over his heart. A smile spread across her face as she leaned in to kiss him again.
"As pissed off as I am that you sinned to get here, I am so happy to see you again."
"I feel responsible for you being here."
"No..."
"I pushed you to complete those missions for the King when I knew you didn't want to. You were trying to pull away from that life. It was becoming too much like your past life as a human, and I..."
"It's over," he whispered. "Right now, you should focus on resting up for tomorrow."
She sighed as she dropped her eyes.
"Hey," he lifted her chin to look into her eyes. "I'll be right here, cheering you on and waiting for you to return. I'm not going anywhere ever again. I love you."
"I love you," she pressed her lips against his.
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“I have to work tomorrow. I might be able to take you out for a quick meal, but I need to keep an eye on my sister,” Leon sighed as he ran his fingers through Dionyssa’s hair.
“What are you saying?” she looked up at him.
“Romance tonight… holiday tomorrow.”
“Oh?” he ears perked up. “Okay… I left your gifts at home anyway.”
“You bought me gifts?” he smirked at her.
“Of course I did. It’s Valentine’s Day.”
“You never cease to amaze me,” he leaned down to kiss her, pulling her into his room with a slam of the door behind them. He ran his hands up her arms as the most powerful sensations she had ever felt slammed through her body.
“Ah!” she threw her head back as he smiled. He loved using his powers on her. “We’re not going out first?”
“That’s tomorrow night,” he kissed her.
“And this is tonight,” she pushed against him as her bodily responses sped into overdrive.
A guttural growl rumbled from deep in his chest as they pounced on one another, grabbing at clothes and throwing them away while making their way to the bed.
He always had to remind himself to be gentle and to hold back. Humans were much more fragile than the Goddesses he had been with in the past. It would devastate him to kill his woman in the heat of passion.
Every God in the house suddenly looked up toward Leon’s room, bursting into a bright smile before going back to their own business. Alopex grinned as she walked down the hall toward the baths.
“He is definitely my brother,” she grinned as Ichthys followed her.
Scorpio looked up from reading over paperwork to see Teorus tiptoe after them. “Dipshits,” he mumbled before retuning his attention to the papers.
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Dionyssa opened her eyes very early the next morning to find Leon gone. She quickly dressed and walked out to find all 18 of the top-tier Gods in a circle, with Alopex in the middle.
Each of them raised their hand and pointed their palms toward her as her mark began to change. The sun circling the raven completely disappeared, and the raven itself faded to a light gray. Alopex closed her eyes in pain for only a moment, but when she opened them, they were pure, crystal pink as her hair drained of all color, leaving it a silvery white. This is why she was also known as Vixen, for she was The White Fox.
Her body began to levitate as her clothes changed into a deep purple gown adorned in stars and trimmed in white fox fur with a wide silver belt wrapped around her waist.
She lowered back to her feet and looked down at her hands for a moment, letting her body get used to wielding her powers once again before looking up to Zyglavis and nodding.
Partheno stepped up and knelt before her. "My Lady, I am ready."
She took his hand and nodded before glancing at Scorpio. Dionyssa swore she saw him smile for the first time--ever.
"24 hours is yours, Goddess," Zyglavis bowed to her.
"Shall we then?" she let out a deep breath just before disappearing.
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Leon quickly grabbed Dionyssa's hand and teleported them to the fountain in his room. "You have to see this. It's the most incredible sight in universe."
She raised her eyebrows as he waived his hand across the fountain and watched Partheno and Alopex fly through the city. She waved her hand, producing pink dust that found its way to anyone who needed it.
Occasionally, she would land to observe people for a moment. If she decided they needed an extra push, she would touch one half of the couple and then form an arrow of light. Like Cupid, she would shoot the other half straight into the heart and then leave, smiling, as her magic was left to work.
"I taught her that," Tauxolouve grinned from over Dionyssa's shoulder.
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"You are so good at this," Partheno grinned at her.
"Losing my wings wasn't as big a problem as I thought," she sighed. "I still miss them, though."
"You're still you, Alo."
"Thank you," she looked around and turned to find a large area in which she was needed. She burst into pink flames as she slowly walked through the crowd and, touching one by one, blessed them with just the amount of love and peace they needed to accomplish their love goals for that night.
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"Damn, she's beautiful," they looked up to see Scorpio watching from next to Huedhaut.
Leon slowly turned to him. "So, you finally did it, huh?"
"Is that a problem?"
"It's a huge problem," he growled, "but if you make my sister happy, I can overlook it."
"I'm not sure of anything as long as we're trapped on this damn rock, but... yeah. Eternity with my Vixen sounds pretty freakin' awesome."
"Enough with the pet names," he rolled his eyes. "Do whatever the hell you want."
Dionyssa waited a while before asking a question that had weighed on her mind. "If she's your younger sister... why does she outrank you?"
The other Gods froze, smiles on their faces as they looked up and waited for Leon's answer.
"Because of that," he pointed into the reflecting pool. "She can read what is truly in a heart... and I've never really cared before..."
He stopped speaking, but she knew what he meant. He didn't care about love until he met her.
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That night, Leon treated Dionyssa to a nice restaurant and a bit of shopping, human things that she seemed to like, before they returned to the mansion. With it being such a big day for both departments, she sat back and resumed her watch over Alopex as the remaining Gods caught up on paperwork and waited.
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As the sun rose the next morning, the door opened and everyone who had been waiting sat up straight. Dionyssa was apparently sound asleep with her head in Leon's lap (how embarrassing!), but the Gods all bowed to her.
"Thank you," she smiled for them.
"For you," Huedhaut handed her glass of wine.
"I'm going to need it..." she suddenly lost her breath as she doubled over in pain. Scorpio was there in a second, holding her hand as her mark reappeared in full. Her hair and eyes slowly returned to normal, as her purple gown disappeared, and a peach and gold single-shouldered silk tunic took its place.
"I've got'cha," Scorpio whispered gently to her as she returned to her feet.
She took a few breaths before clearing her throat and drinking down her wine.
Once the Goddess had taken the first sip, the Gods raised their cups and toasted her. "To Alopex!"
"I really missed you guys," she broke into laughter as they all followed.
That's about the time Dionyssa woke up and looked around.
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"You had fun. Admit it, you tooootaly did," Ichthys grinned at Alopex.
"It was different," she spoke slowly. "Having Partheno there to spot what I missed, not having my wings... having a set timeframe... It was strange," she relaxed.
"I'm just glad you were respectful enough not to pull any pranks this year," Zyglavis spoke to Ichthys.
Ichthys dropped his mouth open to mock offense as Leon and Alopex both nodded in agreement.
"Last year was messy, Ik," Scorpio agreed.
"But you're still talking about it," he smirked proudly.
"Because of the carnage," Dui's eyes widened in terror. "I still have nightmares."
"You don't sleep!" he pushed him away playfully. "Besides, Alo totally has the authority to kill me and let's face it, Zig and Scorpy would be more than happy to oblige."
"True," they spoke at the same time.
"It's called self-preservation. I won't crap on the boss lady's holy day... while she's on Earth and can reach me."
"You're a shit," she laughed before elbowing him.
Scorpio silently looked her over for a moment. "You should probably rest."
"I feel fine," she met his eyes while taking a long drink from her cup.
"I don't recall asking how you feel, Goddess," he growled lowly.
She licked the wine from her lips before turning to walk toward her room.
Scorpio watched her walk off for a moment before following her.
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Alopex walked up to her bed and stopped as she stared off out the window and waited. Two warm hands slowly reached up her shoulders and moved her hair off over her right shoulder.
Scorpio smiled before kissing her neck. "Your thoughts are much less crazy today."
"And your heart is racing," she tilted her head, giving him better access.
He pushed her gown off her shoulder and looked down to see her mark before glancing up at her. "It's gotten lighter again," he whispered.
"I don't care," she turned to push his jacket off of his shoulders.
"Woah, slow the hell down," he raised his voice.
"You apparently don't know what it's like to have that much love, seduction, and lust coursing through your veins for an entire day," she kissed him roughly.
"Show me," he grinned as her gown fell to her feet.
She threw his white cotton shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere before reaching for his pants.
"Wait, these frickin' boots..."
"You can keep the boots on," she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth as he pulled his shirt off and threw it across the room.
"Damn it, woman. You can't say things like that and not expect consequences," he pushed her onto the bed and quickly unlaced his black boots before kicking out of his white uniform pants and crawling across to meet her. He kissed his way up her body as she threw her head back and smiled. "You'll let me know if you get tired, right?"
"I'm planning on making love to you until I drop," she grinned brightly as he stopped at the mark on her shoulder and slowly pressed his lips against it. "And I've got the whole day off, so..."
He grinned evilly before looking up at her. "I love you," he whispered.
"I love you," she replied quietly.
"This," he took her right hand and placed it over his heart, "beats only for you now."
Her eyes glowed pink for a moment before she looked straight into his eyes. His response was to slip his tongue between her full, pink lips and search out her sweet mouth.
She opened her eyes briefly to see him staring back at her before brushing her tongue against his. It was then that she felt his throbbing bulge pressing into her lower belly. She closed her eyes and tilted her head up to give him easier access as she pushed her hips into his. That was all the encouragement he needed before he carefully, slowly, pushed his way inside her.
He pushed up onto his hands to hover over her, taking in the sight of her auburn waves splayed around her head, her soft white skin reflecting the light of the morning sun, and her eyes, the color of the sunset, sparkling up into his. He wanted to remember everything about this moment, from the sounds that she made to her smells, and everything in between.
Finally, there was nothing between them. After decades of wanting her, she was his.
She brought her knees up as her fingers brushed up his back, slowly, and up to his shoulders. He growled deeply as he began to move, sliding against her as she closed her eyes and gasped in pleasure. Pushing up to his knees, he pulled her up with him and leaned back, opening her hips wide to deepen his penetration.
In no time at all, she was pulling at his hair, pulsating around him as her orgasm slammed through her body.
“I've been waiting so frickin' long to feel you do that,” he kissed her ear.
“Please do it again,” she brushed her nose against his.
“Yes, My Goddess,” he pulled her bottom lip into his mouth as he fell back with her atop and pushed up into her hips while pulling them toward him with his hands.
She placed her right hand on his chest and her left hand over his right as she pumped her legs, rising and falling onto him. Again, her body exploded into orgasmic bliss as she threw her head back to catch her breath.
In a flash, he pushed up and turned her around, pressing his hips into the back of hers as she pressed her back into his belly. “This isn’t slow,” she giggled.
“It can be,” he pulled her hair over her shoulder and kissed it while pressing his rock-hard erection into her from behind. He wouldn’t allow her to fall onto her hands, he kept his arms securely around her as he thrust as deeply as he could into her.
As he felt his release nearing, he slipped his right hand down between her thighs and moved his fingers over the most sensitive spot on her body. She reached up to grab his hair as her breathing increased and let his name escape her lips.
They both erupted into bliss and struggled to catch their breath as Scorpio looked down and frowned. Alopex felt him pull back and freeze. She closed her eyes and bit her lip as she felt his fingertips gently brush over the smooth, thin skin of one of the two long, wide scars between her shoulder blades.
"That bastard," he growled. "I didn't realize he..."
"It only took one swipe," she pulled away and fell to the bed. "I suppose I should be thankful for at least that."
"We're going to get them back," he hovered over her for a moment before placing a sweet kiss over one of them. "I swear, Vix. I'll do anything to get them back," he kissed the second scar.
She pushed him onto his side and turned to her side to look into his eyes. "No. That's exactly what he wants. He will use them to get his way again. I don't even want to know what he wants in exchange for them."
He brought his hand up to her cheek as she pressed her forehead against his. "Show me," he whispered.
She closed her eyes as he did the same. At that moment, she offered her memory to him.
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"You are hereby banished to Earth until such time as you are absolved of your sin!" The King announced before waving his hand, creating the mark on her shoulder. She looked down through tears of pain before looking up at him. "Am I to join the others?"
"You are," he watched her a moment. "However, your position in my court demands a more severe punishment than the others. I believe forfeiture of your wings would teach a far better lesson than simply falling from grace."
"No!" she lifted her palm toward him, but nothing happened. She turned her head to see a guard step toward her as she turned to punch him square in the nose. She then turned to kick another across the jaw before pulling her arm away from another and elbowing him in the chest.
Before she knew it, four guards had ahold of her as four more forced her to extend her wings. She screamed in anger as The King walked toward her, brandishing the Sword of Sovereignty.
"Alopex, Guardian of the Constellation Vulpecula, Advisor of the The King of the Heavens, Minister of the Crown, and Goddess of Seduction..." he paused. "You have been found guilty of severing a Holy Marriage of the Heavens, for using your powers for your own selfish benefit, and for defying your King!"
With the mark sealing her powers, she was helpless against the eight Gods holding her down. She panted, despair filling her soul as she glanced up one last time to see Zyglavis, Karno, Tauxolouve, Partheno, Aigonorus, and Krioff, and the Gods of the Department of Prayers, Lyra, Caelum, Pyxis, Lagós, Kynigós, and Vélos watching. They were caught between loyalty to their superior and friend and fealty to their King.
She shook her head slowly as her eyes flashed pink, giving them no question as to what they were to do-- stand by and do nothing.
With one strike of his sword, feathers went flying as her beautiful, bright white wings exploded into light. Intense pain filled Alopex just before she passed out in shock.
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She opened her eyes to find Scorpio's staring back at her, full of angry tears.
"That sonova-"
"It's done," she whispered before kissing him. (We're so close to being home. Please don't make me lose you again.)
His eyes widened as he pulled back and stared at her. (You're a fucking idiot.)
Her eyes widened as she blinked once. (And you're an asshole.)
He burst into laughter before kissing her. "Well then..."
"We're sharing powers now?" she grinned.
"I think they combined to make... this," he brushed his thumb down her cheek before pulling away and looking down at her.
"We have to be touching," she pushed him over onto his back before climbing up to straddle him. (Like this.) She kissed him before slowly moving her lips down his body.
"Mmm," he breathed. (Gods yes, woman. Lower. Keep going...)
She looked up with a grin. (And what if I stop right now?)
"Aw shit!" he rolled his eyes. "This is gonna take some getting used to." (But seriously, lower.)
She sucked the skin on his belly into her mouth and bit down gently.
"Ow!" he laughed.
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Ichthys laughed at a joke that Dui had told before glancing up as the Door to the Heavens opened. He immediately caught the bright blue eyes of his beloved and burst into a bright grin before jumping to his feet and running up to her.
“What the hell are you doing here?” he squealed.
“Shhh… I can’t stay long. I stole a ring from Uncle Uranus to stabilize my powers.”
“You are going to get in so much trouble!” he grinned before pulling her down to his room. “He’ll never let me see you again.”
“Then let’s make it count,” she pressed her lips against his and pushed him into his room.
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“Well crap,” Leon glanced up at Ziglavis. “That won’t end well.”
“I’m sure The King already knows.”
“At least she won’t punished as severely as he will be. The Council of Elders would never allow the Crown Princess to be marked.”
“There will be some type of consequence. There always is.”
They both nodded before tipping back their heads.
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“I miss you so much, Ik,” Kerasea kissed him.
“I miss you too, My Goddess,” he pushed her gown from her shoulders, releasing her from the confines of her clothing.
She turned around and let the material pool at her feet while looking him straight in the eye. She then raised her hands and grinned as his clothing fell away from his body at once.
“I love it when you do that,” he growled pushing himself against her bare body. “I miss my powers sooooo much.”
“Keep working, you’ll be home again before you know it,” she sighed as he kissed her neck.
“Keep telling yourself that,” he sighed, clamping his eyes shut and pushing the thoughts far away.
“How soundproof are these walls?”
“Dionyssa can’t hear through them, but we can,” he grinned. “Let them hear what I can have and they can’t.”
She ran her fingertips down his cheek, grazing his skin with her nails as she continued down his neck. His body lurched as a gurgle formed deep within his chest. He brought his fingers down her back and around her backside before pulling her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as he pushed his way inside her.
She threw her head back and gasped at the feeling.
“Louder,” he tugged on her hair with a gleam in his eye.
She pushed against his shoulders and arched her back as he pulled her hips sharply against his, repeating the action until she yelled out his name repeatedly and her body quivered around his.
“I love it when you say my name,” he brushed his nose against hers before falling onto the bed with her atop him.
“And I love making you… beg,” she kissed his chest, working her way down his body until he was gasping for breath.
“Please stop teasing,” he grasped his fingers into her light blonde hair. “Either take me with your mouth or your body, but do it now!”
She looked up at him, an ornery gleam in her eyes as she smiled at him, her wings bursting out around her as she sighed softly.
“Imp,” he complained.
She waved her hand, his own flying over his head onto the bed. He was unable to move them.
“Kera,” his eyes widened as his heart beat wildly against his chest. “That’s not fair.”
With that, she impaled herself onto him, his arms and legs immediately releasing to hold her as they began to elevate above the bed. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she rocked her hips in a ferocious rhythm. He bit on the skin on her neck, leaving a mark as he pumped as deeply as he possibly could inside of her.
"Oh!" she let out a moan.
He breathed against her chest as he felt her insides beginning to clamp around him.
Silky white feathers floated all around them as their bodies erupted in sheer pleasure. Their skin glistened with drops of sweat as they fought to settle their breathing while slowly lowering back to the bed.
“Thank you for coming to see me,” he murmured against her lips.
“Watching Alo on her day is always a bit… erotic.”
“She has awesome natural powers,” he smiled. “I’ve always been jealous.”
“Don’t be. Yours are…”
“Gone. They’re gone,” he sighed.
“Ikky,” she pouted. “You’re still you and I love you.”
He smirked before leaning up to kiss her. “And I love you, My Goddess.”
“Yes, I’m sure. We can wait. A few months for all I care. I know. Okay, Todd. Bye,” Mindee carefully sat the phone in it’s cradle.
“Still workin’?” Sav walked in and wrapped his arms around her.
“One last thing,” she smiled. “We’re finally alone, whatever shall we do?”
"Come on," he led her into the bedroom. She slowly pulled him toward the bed as they kissed passionately. She unbuttoned her sweater and let it fall to the floor as she gently lay across the bed. He crawled onto the bed beside her and kissed her shoulder while removing her lacy, blue bra. He then kissed her chest, paying special attention to each breast as he gently teased her with his tongue. Then, he slowly moved downward and unzipped her jeans. While still moving down, he removed them as well.
She slid his jeans off and threw them across the room as he smiled and kissed along her spine. "What's this?" he touched the tattoo on her lower back.
"Your initials. You like it?"
"Yes." He rolled on top of her and kissed her chin. His kisses moved down her body as he nibbled on her neck, chest and stomach.
He sat between her legs and removed her silky panties. He began kissing at her left ankle and worked his way slowly back to her lips. Slowly, he positioned himself and began making love to her.
The heat in their bodies grew, causing an eruption of sweat. The energy between them rose increasingly stronger like a fever as the climax of their love exploded. They both moaned at the release that was felt when their bodies reached the plateau of their pleasure.
He kissed her gently as they lay in each other’s arms, panting and exhausted. It had been a long, trying day. But now the ending was perfect.
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“Merry Christmas,” she woke him up with a kiss.
“Merry Christmas,” he took her head into his hands and pulled her back to look into her eyes. “Come back with me.”
“For as long as you’ll have me,” she smiled.
“What do you mean? Forever if you put it that way.”
“Sounds good to me.”
“You’re kiddin’, right?”
“I’m officially on hiatus. Indefinitely. Todd’s gonna announce it to the record company Monday mornin’,” she waited for his reaction.
“You did this for me?”
“And for me. I can’t be away from you again. I won’t put us through it.”
“But…”
“Shh,” She covered his mouth with hers.
He rolled her over and pushed her body into the mattress with his. “Do you realize what you’ve done?”
“I’ve made up my mind. And yes, I’ve very aware of it.”
He smiled before kissing her once again.
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He watched her sleep as the plane took off. He turned his head to look at Phil across the aisle. He gave him a thumbs-up and grinned. He smiled and then returned his attention to Mindee.
“Min?” he whispered.
There was no response.
He took her hand and waited. Still nothing, she was completely out. He took a deep breath and slipped a diamond solitaire onto her finger.
“Yes!” Phil whispered wildly as he stood up and looked over the seat at Joe and Rick.
“She awake?” Joe peeked over the seat.
“Guys, sit down!” Bobbie spat. “We’re still taking off!” She then looked between the seats. “She’s still asleep.”
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Once they closed in on Dublin, he decided to wake her. “Mindee, we’re almost home, luv.”
“Mmm,” she whimpered as she turned her head.
“We’ll be landin’ soon,” he waited.
“Okay,” she whispered as she scratched her hand. She slowly opened her eyes and looked down at the ring. Her eyes widened as she looked up at him.
“Well looky there,” he smiled nervously.
“What… is… does this… really?”
“Really.”
“Yes!” she yelped as she threw her arms around him.
“So do you!” she held her hand out to feel her pregnant belly. “Wow!”
“Todd tells us we’ll finally be meetin’ this Rick guy!” her father smiled.
“Yeah, his family’s here too. I guess we’ll all finally meet,” she led them to the waiting limo.
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“Richard!” his mother kissed his cheek.
“Hiya!” he smiled at his brothers.
“So, is this the Mindee Thompson you talk about?” his oldest brother pointed to a poster.
“Uh… yeah. You’ll get to meet her and her family t’night.”
“Anythin’ else?” his mother waited.
“Not yet, Mum,” he grinned. “C’mon, now.”
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“Great seats, huh?” Mindee giggled as she showed her family to their seats stage right.
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“Here we are,” Sav showed his family to their seats stage left.
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Mindee just happened to look up. “Aw, hell!”
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Sav looked across the stage to see her glaring at him with her hands on her hips. “Shit!”
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“Well, there they are!” she pointed.
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“That would be Mindee,” he sighed.
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“Guess we’ll meet ‘em later,” she laughed.
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“What’s a few more hours?” Sav laughed.
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“Well, I’ve gotta go sign a few autographs. Enjoy the show,” she hugged each of them.
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“Got a fan meeting. Enjoy the show,” Sav waved before walking off.
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Neither saw one another again until The Calling went on. They were the band right before the Leps and they were really good. Mindee listened as Sav stood behind her with his hands on her shoulders. The last of their songs began.
“So lately, been wondering… Who will be there to take my place… When I'm gone you'll need love… to light the shadows on your face… If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all… Then between the sand and stone, could you make it on your own… If I could, then I would… I'll go wherever you will go… Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go…”
Mindee closed her eyes as she sank back into him. He wrapped his arms around her.
“And maybe, I'll find out… A way to make it back someday… To watch you, to guide you, through the darkest of your days… If a great wave shall fall and fall upon us all… Then I hope there's someone out there… Who can bring me back to you… If I could, then I would… I'll go wherever you will go… Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go…”
She turned to see him. Was he thinking the same thing?
“Min,” he caressed her face.
“Run away with my heart… Run away with my hope… Run away with my love… I know now, just quite how … My life and love may still go on… In your heart, in your mind, I'll stay with you for all of time… If I could, then I would… I'll go wherever you will go… Way up high or down low, I'll go wherever you will go…”
Tears filled her eyes as she made up her mind. “Tell me you love me,” she whispered.
“I love you more than I love myself,” he kissed her.
“If I could turn back time… I’d go wherever you will go… If I could make you mine… I’ll go wherever you will go…”
“Press conference in 10!” Todd rushed into the room full of the band and Mindee.
“Okay, so when they ask the usual ‘How do you get along with…’ question, who the hell else is here?” she took a drink of her water.
“Lemme see…” he smiled at Randy before reading off the list. “U2, N’Sync, BB Mak, Avril Lavigne, Pink, The Calling… oh, did I mention Def Leppard?”
“Huh?” she whipped her head up to look at him.
The entire band broke out into laughter.
“Y’all knew?” she squealed as she began throwing pillows. “Ah!!!” she screamed before running toward the hall.
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“So we don’t even go on ‘till near the end?” Joe read over the itinerary as the other four looked over his shoulder.
“Ready?” Malvin joined them.
“She’s gonna see ya, and you’ll be in big trouble,” Joe pressed his finger into Sav’s chest.
“I seriously doubt that.”
“Pretty damned sure of yourself, are’tcha?” she walked past them with the band and Todd.
He grinned at her. “I’ll make it up to ya later.”
“If I can get a few minutes away from the boyfriend,” she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Hey, that ain’t funny!” he yelped as Malvin pulled him into the pressroom.
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She stood at the door and stared at him throughout the press conference. What took a few minutes seemed like hours. Then, it was her turn. As they passed one another, they brushed hands. Just being that close was driving them wild.
He stood in the back of the room with Phil and watched as she answered questions. Then, it was asked.
“Miss Thompson, Thomas Ellis of the Herald, is it true that you and Rick Savage have been involved romantically and if so, are you still together?”
She smiled at the reporter. “That’s an awfully personal question, Mr. Ellis.”
“You’re a public figure, Miss. We deserve to know.”
She stared at him for a moment. “Next question?” she looked around.
“What are your plans now that your tour is finally over?”
“A very long vacation,” she answered.
“When will you begin to record your next album?”
“When we get enough songs to start,” she pointed to another reporter.
“Miss Thompson, you’re 37 years old. Are their plans for marriage and children in your immediate future?”
“Ask me again in ten years,” she pointed to another reporter. “Last question, please.”
“Any plans for Christmas?”
“My parents, little sister and brother-in-law are flyin’ in this afternoon. We’re havin’ a traditional Thompson dinner, but I’m afraid there won’t be enough for y’all,” she giggled before rising to her feet. “Thank you.”
“Nice,” Sav met her in the hallway.
“I could’ve been ornery and said ‘none ya damned business’,” she grinned.
He took her hand, “we’ve got an interview.”
“Me too,” she nodded.
They stared quietly into one another’s eyes.
“I’m afraid that if I kiss you we’ll never get to the show,” he struggled with what he needed to do and what he wanted to do.
“I was just thinkin’ the same thing,” she whispered.
Mindee walked onto the stage wearing a pair of baggy cargo pants that hung from her hips and a tight, white tank top. She picked up her guitar and played a few chords before speaking into the microphone.
“Who the hell tuned this?”
Her band mates pointed to the guitar tech.
“Jimmy, dude, you are so buyin’ the first round tonight!” she laughed.
“Wooooo Hooooo!” the rest of the band hooped and hollered as she tuned her guitar.
“Okay, we ready?” she looked behind her and waited for nods. “Let’s do this.”
“Please forgive me, I know this is kinda strange… Just appear here out of the blue, askin’ your name… But I couldn’t let another day go by bein’ strangers… I haven’t met you, but I want to… I haven’t kissed you, but I need to… I don’t know you, but I want to… yeah I want to… Yeah, I’d like to get to know you better… Maybe we could get together… Sometime, oh anytime at all… La la la la la la la la… La la la la la la la la… La la la la la la la la…”
Mindee stopped singing. “Am I the only one gettin’ feedback in my monitor?”
“No!” Charlie and Trey yelled.
“Well can we fix it?” she looked out at the sound as she took her guitar off and sat it aside. “Ready?” she looked around as she stepped up to the microphone as the music started up again. “I’ve sure enjoyed the rain… But I’m looking forward to the sun… You have to feel the pain… When you lose the love you gave someone… I thought by now the time… Would take away these lonely tears… I hope you’re doing fine all alone… But where do I go from here… ‘Cause without you I’m not okay… And without you I’ve lost my way… my heart’s stuck in second place… ooh… Without you…” They skipped to the bridge to test her high notes with the sound. “Somebody tell my head to try to tell my heart… That I’m better off without you… ‘Cause baby I can’t live…” She stayed at the high note as the sound tech adjusted the tone. She nodded as they played the chorus again. “Without you I’m not okay… And without you I’ve lost my way… my heart’s stuck in second place… ooh… Without you… Without you…”
“Great, Min.” the sound manager gave her a thumb-up.
She nodded as she once again reached for her guitar.
“Alrighty boys, let’s get warmed up,” Mindee nodded as a fast paced bluegrass-sounding song began. She grinned as she stepped up to the microphone. “He pushed me ‘round… Now I’m drawin’ the line… He lived his life… Now I’m gonna go live mine… I’m sick of wastin’ my time… Well now I’ve been good for way too long… Found my red dress and I’m gonna throw it on… ‘Bout to get too far gone… Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition… Need a little bit more of my twelve-ounce nutrition… One more helpin’ of what I’ve been havin’… I’m takin’ my turn of the sin wagon… On a mission to make something happen… Feel like Delilah lookin’ for Samson… Do a little mattress dancin’… That’s right, I said mattress dancin’… Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition… Need a little bit more of what I’ve been missin’… I don’t know where I’ll be crashin’… But I’m arrivin’ on a sin wagon… When it’s my turn to march up to glory… I’m gonna have one hell of a story… That’s if he forgives me… Oh Lord please forgive me… Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition… Need a little bit more of that sweet salvation… They may take me with my feet draggin’… But I’ll fly away on a sin wagon…”
“Very nice,” Todd clapped his hands together from side stage.
“Okay, the new one,” she once again began to play her guitar. “Where do… I start… Lyin’ on a blanket underneath the stars with… Your head on… My chest… I always liked that best… I hate how… Time flies… I still think back sometimes ‘bout… Your lips on… My neck… I always liked that best… That time we… Took a ride… Ended up down by the riverside… Soft touch… Wet kiss… I always liked that best… I like the way you used to hold me… I like the way you came to know me… You came to know me well… Well… Well…” She lifted her thumb up to signal that she liked the sound on the electric guitar. “Fallin’… To sleep… Wearin’ your shirt ‘cause it smelled so sweet… Who could… Forget… I always liked that best or… Loosin’… My heart… Every time you sang to me on your guitar… Lady… In Red… I always liked that best… I like the way you used to hold me… I like the way you came to know me… You came to know me well… Well… Well… I could go on… So many things I miss now that you’re gone… Your love… Oh yes… I always liked that best…”
“So when does she find out you’re ‘ere?” Phil patted Sav on the back as they stood at the back of the arena.
Mindee sat on the bus and strummed her guitar before writing a few notes onto the paper in front of her. Charlie sat next to her and looked over her shoulder.
“Let’s hear it,” he smiled.
She smiled before beginning. “I used to sing to him… It used to make him smile… He knew all the words… For a while… I sang love me tender… Always and forever… Hold me baby all night long… I could go on and on… But that’s another song…”
She stopped. “That’s all I’ve got, but here’s the bridge; Oh, the way I used to hold him… The things I should’ve told him… If I could make the clock unwind… Back to when he was mine… But that’s another time…”
“You’re soundin’ awfully past tense on that one,” he watched her.
She sighed. “I do, don’t I?”
“You okay?”
“I don’t know anymore, Chuck. I’m to that point, ya know?”
“Yeah, but the first time you see him again, you’ll change your mind.”
She smiled. “Probably.”
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Sav sat in the lobby and waited with the rest of the band as they went over concepts for their next video. There was a television in the corner playing videos that the director had created.
“Look, there’s Mindee,” Phil pointed as everyone looked up.
“That’s the duet she did with what’s-his-face,” Sav nodded.
They were all silent as they watched and listened.
Travis Tritt began singing as they panned to shots of Mindee standing in the corner of a party with a man. “You ask who’s lying in my bed… And is it really love we’re making… Well my heart’s hanging by a thread… She’s the only reason it ain’t breaking… Do you ever cross my mind… Well darling fact is you still do… That’s the reason she is here… Wiping your old memory clear… She’s helping me get over you…”
The scene changed to the two meeting in the middle of the room. “Helping me get over you… One kiss at a time… ‘Cause all the pain that we’ve been through… Still weighs so heavy on my mind… Getting past the love we lost… That’s a lonely bridge to cross… So I did what I had to do… I had to find somebody new… Who’s helping me get over you…”
It was now Mindee’s turn to watch Travis at the party with another woman. “I know you’d never ask his name… But in your heart I know you wonder… I’m not much good at playing games… I’m just trying to keep from going under… There’s no forever in his eyes… It’s not the love that we once knew… Oh and it might be a sin… But tonight I’ve got a friend… Helping me get over you…”
“Cigarette break? Anyone?” Sav sighed and walked out of the building.
“Aye, it was just a song, mate,” Joe ran after him. “You know it’s not real life.”
“I know, I know,” he sighed. “And it would be completely different if it wasn’t…”
“Her voice?”
“Yeah,” he looked out at the traffic. “I’m not sure how much longer I can do this.”
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“Okay, there’s a huge festival on Christmas Eve that we’ve been asked to do.” Todd spoke to the band.
“Where?” Mindee showed no enthusiasm.
“London.”
“What other bands?” Trey asked.
“They’re trying to book us first, and then use that to pull others in. It will more than likely be artist from Pop, Rock and Country.”
They all looked at Mindee and waited. It was evident to her that they wanted to do it.
“As long as I get mistletoe patrol,” she smiled.
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“There’s a festival on Christmas Eve that we’ve been asked to do.” Malvin spoke to the band.
Mindee stood on the balcony of her hotel room and stared at the Eiffel Tower. She watched all of the others walk arm in arm, hand in hand. There was a time when she loved her life. The traveling, the interviews, the lifestyle… what happened?
“Hey Min, phone,” Todd yelled from the desk inside her room.
“I didn’t even hear it ring,” she smiled as she walked in and took it.
“Surprise, surprise,” he raised his eyebrows as he looked through papers.
“Hello?” she stuck her tongue out at him.
“Hey,” is all he could manage out.
“Hi,” she closed her eyes. “I’ve heard your voicemail message so many times I forgot you could say anythin’ else.”
“Very funny, smartass.”
“What’s goin’ on?”
“We finished the album. It’s bein’ mixed as we speak.”
“Really?” her heart began to race. “So… what are you doin’ now?”
“Photo shoot in London next week. Then we’re supposed to finalize the cover. Think I might go to Sheffield for a while and spend some time with Mum.”
“Ah. Good idea,” she tried not to sound too disappointed.
“So you’re in Paris?”
“Yeah. There’s a theatre thingy that I’ve been invited to tonight.”
“By whom?”
“This really cute hunk of a guy,” she giggled.
“Min,” he whined.
“Yeah, whatever. The mayor, I think. Scrawny little bald dude,” she fell back onto the bed and twirled her hair around her finger.
“Anyway, what’s your schedule like?”
“We’ve actually got a week long break. The boys wanna do Cannes. I might just work on my tan.”
“Oh,” he tried not to sound too disappointed.
“Funny that during my break I’ve got twice as many friggin’ interviews to do.”
“That’s what you get for bein’ a ‘Country Diva.’”
“Oh God, where’d you hear that one?”
“The telly a few nights ago.”
“Ugh,” she growled. “Just don’t let the band hear that one. They’ll give me the ol’ Gatorade plunge on stage again.”
He laughed as he imagined her band throwing a huge cooler of water over her head.
“My guitar was sticky for two weeks after that one, it’s not funny!”
“Yes, it is.”
“Min, we’ve gotta go,” Todd tapped his watch.
“Just a sec,” she sighed.
“Gotta go?”
“The theatre can wait,” she spat.
“No it can’t. Go on,” he looked up as Joe walked in and tapped on his wrist.
“Fine. I’ll call tomorrow night.”
“I’ll be here.”
“Love you.”
“Love you.”
They both hung up.
“So what’s it like to ‘ave a girlfriend you ‘aven’t shagged in over a year?” Joe chuckled.
“Bite me,” he grabbed his jacket. “And just for that one, you’re buyin’ dinner.”
“Shit!” he rolled his eyes as he followed him out the door. “Thank God it’s a free bar!”
