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This were with Apollo in the next Gods of DC book. The word prompt this week is “lonely”.
Warning - There are adult situations and adult language.**
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The two of them sat in silence sipping their drinks. Apollo sucked in a breath to stop his thundering heart. He had to say something. He sure as hell didn’t want her to get away.
He cleared his throat before he broke the quiet tension. “So, what did he give you?”
She lifted the glass to analyze the bubbles floating to the surface of the glass. “Jim, Jack, Johnnie and Jose. A Four Horseman. I’m sure the fella down there at the end of the bar thinks this will knock me off my stool. Little does he know it takes a few of these for me to even feel a buzz.”
Apollo couldn’t stop himself from gaping at her. That was a shitload of alcohol in a glass. By the playful smirk that she gave him she must have seen his mouth hit the top of the bar.
Deirdre cocked her head towards the back of the bar. “There’s a couple of pool tables. Wanna play?”
Apollo took a swig of beer. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
Deirdre’s brow slightly creased as she gave him an irritated look. “Why not?”
He smirked at her. “Because I’m that good. I’d feel bad when I beat you.”
She chuckled at him. “Don’t flatter yourself. I can wield a pool stick as well as I can drink.”
“That sounds like a challenge. Shall we wager on it?”
“Of course we should.”
“And if you win?”
There was a mischievous twinkle in Deirdre’s gaze. Apollo couldn’t tell if it was the alcohol or lust. He prayed to Olympus it was lust. It would match the fire burning in his core.
“I want a kiss,” she bartered. “And if you win?”
He stood and closed the space between them. He wrapped an arm around her waist as he cupped the back of her neck in his other hand, tilting her head up to his. His voice was thick as he spoke. “I want a hell of a lot more than a kiss.”
She skimmed her lower lip with the tip of her tongue. “You’re on.”
He dipped his mouth to hers, parting her lips in the kiss she had bet him for. He could taste the alcohol on her tongue. It was enough to make him lightheaded. She rose off the stool to deepen it, her body melting against his as she clung to his arms holding her.
A cough at the other end of the bar was what finally broke them apart from each other. The barkeep must have had a thing against public displays of affection in his establishment.
Deidre caressed Apollo’s cheek. “That pool game?” she reminded him.
He pressed a kiss to her brow. “You’ve got the first shot.”
“How kind of you.”