Today in our tale, Libby shares a special evening spent with Ares. This week we have a picture prompt and the tale is written to reflect the image and must be 300 words. As these are original stories written in a week, some errors may be found. I do apologize for those in advance. Try not to let them boggle you down though if possible.
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The light of Artemis flowed over us in the hay mow. Soft bleats came from the goats below. Ares reached over me, his arm brushing my ear. I snuggled closer, the unfettered hay beneath a soft, fragrant blanket. He was warm from head to toe. My leg slid between his.
“`Twas it better this time than the first?” he asked, two flutes of golden bubbles in one hand.
“`Twas indeed,” I sighed, wiggling up to rest my bare back to round bale. The stem was cool in my overheated palm. Chaff tickled my bare breasts.
“Why?” he asked, his eyes aglow like apatites.
“Because I love you more now than I did when we first loved each other,” I smiled into the bubbles.
He made a sound of agreement and tapped the edge of his glass to mine.
“A man could want no better toast,” he murmured, drank rapidly then tossed the flute aside. “Come to me, my wee fiery bunting.”
I went like a scarlet bird on wing.
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