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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “anxious”.
This story is in a state of change. As I thought of the characters, I realized that the story shouldn’t end the way I planned and that my characters need to take on new relationships with each other. Deirdre has already changed what she is twice (she is now a Fomoir).
**Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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The feel of fingers threading through her hair woke Deirdre from slumber that held her tight in its grip. She pried her eyes open as she sat upright. The room was still dark except the faint glow of dawn coming from the wall of windows behind her that faced the ocean. The sounds of masculine chuckles rang in her ears.
Apollo smiled down at her, wrapped in a thick, white bathrobe. Khalil stood behind him in a pair of midnight blue silk pajama pant. The garment complimented the deep patterns of ink in his skin.
“You should have come up and joined us,” Apollo chided her.
“I didn’t want to disturb you,” she quipped back.
“You could never do that, beautiful.” Apollo bent down and pressed a kiss to her lips. He straightened up then reached, cupping his fingers around Khalil’s neck. He tugged the djinn to him for a deep kiss as well.
He broke the embrace then glanced between them. “I need a cup of coffee before I head to work. Anyone want one?”
Khalil grinned at him. “Sure, if you’re offering.”
“Of course.” Apollo turned to Deirdre. “How about you? Want a cup of joe to wake you up?”
“I’ll pass,” Deirdre replied.
She noticed the slight twitch of the god’s head as he observed her. He must have sensed something was off. He could keep wondering what it was. She would never admit to him that it bothered her to her core that he confessed his love to Khalil instead of her. Even though his stare made her a little anxious.
“Alrighty then. I’ll be in the kitchen.” Apollo shuffled off into the other room, out of sight.
Khalil settled beside Deirdre on the couch, draping a muscular arm along to top of it behind her. The closeness of his body against hers made her shiver. It didn’t stop her from her mission.
“Where were you yesterday?” she demanded.
He scowled at her. “I had things to do.”
“Like it’s none of your business. Like you, I have duties.”
“Any of them include an airplane at Heathrow?”
His brow tightened as his countenance grew darker. His dark eyes burned like hot coals. “I had wishes to grant.”
“To a 10-year-old boy in Florida who asked for ice cream. Then he wanted bubble gum. Finally he wanted bubble gum ice cream, which frankly is horrid stuff. So no, I wasn’t at Heathrow. I’m sorry to disappoint you.”