“Maybe” She smiled, kissing along Helena‘s neck. “Though, Halcyone was turned into a bird, remember? I’d rather be the ocean than a bird to tell you the truth.”

Helena was both shocked and amazed that anyone else knew or cared about mythology. She had been forced to take it for four long years in secondary school, and took an interest to it, finding it to be not quite as droll as she’d made it in school. Her bookshelves were lined with thick, glossy books about gods and goddesses, nymphs, and monsters, that she’d read on many occasions. This persistence had built up a reservoir of knowledge and she readily used it whenever it was appropriate.

“I didn’t know you liked mythology.”

“I could say the same,” Dylan replied, watching as a gull skimmed the surface of the ocean and pulled out a wriggling, glistening fish for breakfast.

“Will you promise to write me odes like Sappho did to Aphrodite?” Helena asked, gazing at the same sight in wonderment.

Dylan smirked and recalled the poetess and her strong desire for Aphrodite. “Certainly, though you can’t leave me hangingor else I’ll keep it up, I’ll make your ears bleed with odes.”

Helena grinned and moved closer to Dylan, wrapping her arms around her in a tight hug. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

Dylan closed her eyes and moved her face over to one of Helena’s ears, pushing aside the thick curtain of luscious curls as she whispered lasciviously, tongue tracing along the outer rim of the ear in question “And here, Queen Aphrodite, pour heavenly nectar into gold cups, and fill them gratefully with sudden joy.”

Helena let off a soft moan at the words and put her hands on Dylan’s hips, lips finding hers betwixt whispers and shortened breath. “I’ll fill something with heavenly nectar” she mumbled raunchily into Dylan’s neck and felt the short-haired woman tense in her arms.

Dylan said nothing, eyes speaking volumes as the usual demure brownness was overtaken by a fiery, fierce look of passion. Taking hold of both of Helena‘s hands she guided them back toward the bed. There she laid Helena back against the disheveled sheets and feather pillows, no longer caring about how high the thread count was. This was raw. Their eyes connected and didn’t break as Dylan’s head dipped down, bodies meshing and gulls screeching. The world was wiping the Sandman’s leftovers out of their bleary eyes and rolling back over to sleep, but for others something incredible was just waking up. Though, this something may not be quite as joyous as some had hoped. Goddesses wore masks and played parts, some were delightful, and others were ugly, conniving things.