 Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “greasy”. So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. **Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Demeter clung tighter to the blankets wrapped around her to ward away the cold that permeated her bedroom. Persephone and Dottie had spent days in the barn performing every ritual they knew and some they just made up to get Spring to come.
But the snow kept falling. Demeter buried her face in the pillow and sighed. Just like last time, when Hades stole her daughter, the seasons wouldn’t change until her broken heart was mended. She hadn’t heard a word from Freddy since the night she left his apartment with her things. It was true. She was just a fling for him until she left London. She imagined that he had already moved on to someone much younger and beautiful. The flakes outside her window came down thicker and faster. She needed to stop torturing herself. If she couldn’t make nature defrost and vegetation to start blooming, she could at least not make things worse. Besides, this wasn’t Freddy’s fault. She just left to give him space to cool down and forgive her stupidity. She clenched her eyes closed. Then Zeus showed up out of nowhere. The memory of him striking Iasion down with a bolt of lightning made her stomach lurch. She couldn’t let him do that to the man she loved. She couldn’t deny her feelings any longer. She loved Freddy harder than any man or god before. She forced herself to put as much distance between her and Freddy as possible to save his life. Unfortunately the miles between them might destroy the world. She opened her eyes as she heard the front door open and close. It wouldn’t be long before Persephone and Dottie were by her side with a cup of tea, pleading for her to cheer up. She bolted up when a loud voice greeted her instead. “Demeter. Where are you?” Demeter stared at the door in shock. It had to be a dream. Was her heart in that many pieces she imagined Freddy’s voice in her house? He didn’t know where she lived. She crawled off the bed and made her way to the door. Before she reached the steps, she heard it again. “Dee, are you home?” She hurried down the steps but froze on the bottom two. Freddy stood in the foyer bundled in a thick winter jacket. Snow caked to his blue jeans in clumps. He ran a hand through his thick, rumpled hair. She blinked at him, astonished. “What are you doing here?” “Why did you run from me?” he demanded. Demeter hurried the rest of the stairs and across the foyer. She grabbed his coat with one hand and the knob with the other. “Freddy, this is not a good time. You need to go.” He gripped her biceps in his hands and tugged her to him, breaking her grip with the door. “So I was a quick screw? A little vacation fun?” “No, sweetheart. You were far from that.” “Then why did you leave me?”
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Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week we have a picture prompt. So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. **Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  He led her from the pub out onto the streets of London. They took their time getting back to his car, exchanging kisses as they strolled along. Each one was deeper, hotter, more passionate. By the time he opened the passenger door of the car for her, she was clinging to him breathless.
Freddy ran the pad of his thumb over her lower lip. “Do you want to go back to the club for a night cap? I’ll get us Ares’s private VIP room and make you a cup of tea.” Demeter smiled at him. “I’d like…” Her words died on her tongue as she caught sight of something outside her window. An arc of electricity snapped between a dim sconce mounted to the wall and the live wire next to it. It was just coincidental. It struck again like lightning across the sky. The sight froze the blood in her veins. “Maybe you should take me to my hotel, please,” she muttered. His hand slipped from her face. The warm purr in his voice was gone. She could hear a hint of confusion. “Okay. If that’s what you want.” Demeter watched the traffic blur past her window as they drove in silence. She scanned the sky. Why? Why did he always get in the way? Freddy’s kisses ignited a desire in her that she hadn’t felt in hundreds of years. More than that, his touch made her feel cherished, needed. Tears burned her eyes. She swiped at one that escaped down her cheek. She had been alone for so long that she forgot what it felt like to be wanted by a man. So what if her and Freddy weren’t meant to be? They could at least have one night, couldn’t they?  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “greasy”. So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. **Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  They were shown to a booth in the corner of the warm, dark pub. Demeter glanced around her. It reminded her of the taverns in Ireland that Persephone would drag her to. There was laughter and a little singing. Everyone in the place seemed happy. It was the perfect place to spend the evening with Freddy.
She caught the sight of his furrowed brow across the table after she placed her order. She took a sip of the wine the waitress had brought her then cocked her head. “What?” He shook his head. “Not what I expected the goddess of the harvest to order.” She laughed. “My diet does normally leaned towards vegetarian. But I can appreciate a good, greasy cheeseburger every once in awhile.” He chuckled with her. “Then you won’t be disappointed. Their burgers are worth going to war over.” “That’s good to know.” Demeter paused. “So your mother makes shepherd’s pie, huh?” “Every once in awhile. It’s an old family recipe,” Freddy answered. “Do you see your family much?” He shrugged. “Not really. My job is pretty much twenty-four hours and day, seven days a week. I’m lucky if I get to sleep some days.” She frowned at his confession. “What exactly does my nephew make you do?” “I’m his right hand. I’m at his side in battle. I’m sent to instigate conflict. And when I’m not off having that fun I run the bar for him. Or, as you understand it, tend to his temple. It’s a far cry from what my grandfather had to do. No more lighting incense and leading prayers. Now I mix drinks and keep shit from hitting the fan.” She pursed her lips together as she watched him take a sip of ale. “You don’t sound happy with your job.” “I am. It just doesn’t leave much time for other things I want.” His stare met hers. The intensity sent a shiver through her, silencing her. She scooped up her wine glass and hid behind it as she took a bigger drink than she meant to. He reached over to wrap her hand lying on the table in his. “What would you like to do after dinner?” “I thought we were just getting dinner before Persephone arrives tomorrow,” she countered. “And you go home.” He spat the words out like they were bitter. “You act if you don’t want me to go.” “I don’t. At least not until I see what is happening between us. I’m not ready to let you go yet.” Her heart stampeded in her heart. “Freddy, you’re so young and handsome. There are lots of girls your age.” “I know. I watch them in my club as they get drunk and crawl all over anything that moves. I don’t want them. I want you.” Demeter opened her mouth to object but clamped it shut as the waitress set their meals in front of them. She gazed at Freddy as he dug into his pie.  Hi everyone! Welcome to Tuesday Tales! This week’s word prompt is “bracelet”. So today we are with back with Demeter and Freddy in the third Gods of DC book. Click here to check out the other amazing Tuesday Tales. **Warning - there are adult situations and language.**  Juliet’s eyes widened. “So you do have a thing for Freddy.”
“Juliet, please.” “Why would that be wrong? He definitely has a thing for you.” Demeter stared at her as her mouth gaped open. She did her best to pull herself together. “He does not.” “He’s charming, Aunt Dee. But he’s not that charming. He’s the high priest of the god of war. He doesn’t have a lot of time for chit chat. I’ve never seen him stop and talk to someone for longer than five minutes much less a full day.” Demeter smiled but then shook her head. “It wouldn’t work.” “Why not?” Demeter gestured towards the hall that Freddy slipped into. “He’s in his what? His mid-twenties? Look at me. I have grey hair and wrinkles. Even if something were to happen between us, he’ll wake up someday and want someone younger. It’s inevitable.” “So that means you shouldn’t try?” Demeter pursed her lips together in silence. She couldn’t come up with a counter no matter how hard she tried. “Can I ask you something?” Juliet questioned. Demeter took a sip of tea. “Sure.” “You aren’t the oldest of your siblings, are you?” “No. Hestia is. I’m second oldest.” Juliet paused. “Why do the rest of them, including Hestia, appear to be ten years younger than you? Are they changing their appearance? Or are you?” “If I looked like them, I would look like Persephone's older sister, not her mom.” Juliet laid a hand on Demeter’s arm. “Zeus looks the same age as the rest of them. And he’s her dad.” Demeter shook her head slightly. “Please let it go, Juliet.” Juliet pulled away then took a sip of her drink. “Okay.” Demeter spun on her stool at the melodic clatter of glass striking each other. Freddy shoved a two wheel cart stacked with boxes across the wood floor towards them. He had discarded his shirt somewhere along the line. His muscles rippled as he nudged the cart behind the bar. Demeter swallowed hard as she caught sight of the ink etched into his rib cage. It was a colorful display of what she guessed was Celtic symbols. Guys with tattoos never did it for her. This one did. She needed to get out of there before she melted into the stool. Juliet hopped off her perch and scurried down the hall out of sight. Demeter looked away at the cage as she played with the leather bracelet on her wrist. This was the worst time possible for her niece-in-law to bail on her. She glanced back Freddy to find him watching her, a crooked grin on his face. It look in his eyes gave her the shivers. The last time she saw something similar to it was a wolf in her woods staring down its prey. |
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