The water ripples and churns. A series of ficlets. 37 - Maybe if he went and beat up Apollo, it wouldn't be so hot.
21 June 2006
X/A - Ahem. Lookie me, I forgot to update. -.-"
Xena twisted under Ares' arm draped over her side. An unintelligible mutter came from her lips and she frowned sleepily.
"Hmm?" Ares said. Despite the heavy curtains blocking out the sun, heat settled on the room like a scorched sheet.
"Sticky," she murmured and pulled a strand of hair from her face.
Ares pulled his arm away, feeling their skin separate against the unpleasant suction. "Sorry."
Before he could roll over and climb out of the bed, she turned, her hand settling lightly on his chest and the top of her head fitting into the crook between his neck and his shoulder.
He felt her breaths become long and regular when Xena drifted off back to sleep. Maybe if he went and beat up Apollo, it wouldn't be so hot.