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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “multiply”.
Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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Apollo stared at Khalil’s back, baffled at his news. It didn’t stop him from wanting to curl himself around Khalil and pepper his exposed skin with kisses. “How do you know this?”
There was a loud huff before Khalil rolled to his back to glare at Apollo. He fluffed the pillow under his head then laced his arms behind his head underneath it to lift it a bit. “I’m a djinn, remember? I can sense what she is.”
“Yet, I am a god and I can’t?”
Khalil shrugged. “Don’t know what to tell you. Now, do you want to cuddle with me or just sit there and freak out?”
“I...I…” Apollo just shook his head as he silenced himself and scooted across the bed. He laid his head on Khalil’s shoulder as he draped an arm around the djinn and held him tight. “I have to get up for work.”
“Just a few minutes,” Khalil murmured as he hugged Apollo to him and buried his lips into the god’s blond locks. “Besides, I’m sure you want to see Deirdre before you go. Maybe it’s time to tell her the truth about us.”
“What truth about you?”
Apollo’s pulled from Khalil’s arms as his attention snapped to his bedroom door. By the fire in Deirdre’s eyes, he could tell that the difficulties in his life were about to multiply.
Khalil sat up with Apollo. “We know you’re a banshee,” he told her.
“And you know that how?” she demanded. “I sure as bloody hell do not talk in my sleep.”
Khalil leaned back against the headboard. He laced his fingers behind his head and rested against them. To Apollo, he looked dominant, predatory, magnificent. “Because, beautiful, I am a djinn,” Khalil answered with a grin.
“A what?” Deirdre countered.
“A genie,” Apollo interjected.
Deirdre fought back a smile. “A genie. Really? Like the little gold lamp that you rub? Can I get three wishes?”
Khalil sat back up as he unwound his hands and dropped them in his lap. “Seriously? Am I continuously going to get shit from you two? It’s an unfair presumption of a myth. So let it go.” He turned his glare on Apollo as he reached over to caress the god’s cheek. A thumb brushed over Apollo’s lips. Apollo fought the urge to capture it with his mouth and suck on it.
“Tell her your real name, my love,” Khalil urged.