The main hall looked terrific. Kiari walked in, admiring the candlelit room. Very moody, she thought.
She wore her cowboy gear, as agreed with her partner for the evening. Since Hades was busy with his lady love, Kiari knew that there was only one other person to invite as her special guest. She wondered if Cupid or Aphrodite was playing a cruel joke on her, because she couldn't get the man out of her mind.
"You know, I should be tired of wearing this thing, but it does have its advantages," Autolycus whispered in her ear.
She turned quickly. He was in his cowboy gear, looking ready to ride. "I wish you would stop doing that! How is it you can sneak up on me like that?"
He grinned, brushing his mustache with his finger. "Ahh now, that's my secret my dear."
Kiari shook her head at him, but her smile beamed. "I am very glad you came tonight, Autolycus."
"Thank you for inviting me, Kiari," he smiled back, dropping a light kiss on her cheek.
"You can do better than that," she pouted.
"Oh I can, but can you handle it?" He challenged, drawing her closer in an embrace.
"I can handle it," she assured him.
His mustache always tickles, she wanted to giggle, but his mouth was on hers, taking her breath away. He was a darn good kisser.
"By the way," she sighed breathlessly as they parted "You look good this evening."
"Of course I do," he grinned, liking the flush on her cheeks. Not that he wasn't unaffected. His heart was racing at the thought of what the evening had in store for him. He liked Kiari and wondered if there was a way to pry her from the clutches of the gods. He wondered if he could steal her heart.
"I do admire your modesty," Kiari said wryly.
"I happen to know it's not the only thing you admire," he quipped, holding her close.
"Well, aren't you in a frisky mood," she commented.
"You think this is frisky? Hah! Wait until later, darlin'. I got a lot of sleep today. I know how you are." He laughed at the furious blush on her cheeks. He liked that he could do that.
"Would you like a drink? I think I need a drink," Kiari stammered.
"I'll get it," he said. "You just go on and compose yourself."
Damn that man! Kiari wanted to stamp her foot, but she didn't. To every other man, including Ares and Hades, she could be cool and calm, always in control. But with Autolycus, all she wanted to was take him somewhere and let loose. Not that they didn't have interesting conversations. Oh no, their little exchanges only seemed to heighten her awareness of him.
"Here, a kamikaze shot. I know how you like them." He handed her the glass.
Kiari raised her glass without a word, then promptly tipped the liquid into her mouth in one gulp. "Cheers."
Autolycus raised an eyebrow. "Aren't you suppose to say cheers first, then drink?"
Kiari rolled her eyes. "Oh please! Don't get technical on me, king of thieves."
His brown eyes gleamed wickedly. "Well, how would you like me to get on you?"
Liaison to Hades
Keeper of the Romance (although in this case, lust might have been more appropriate...)
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