Asclepius

Chapter 15: Moon River

     I find my way to Asclepius's room. A gentle knock on the door and I enter without a voice guides me to a sleeping angel. At least, that is how he looks with his wings. The white feathers wrap around him as naturally as ones arm tucking into bed at night. I smile.

Without thought, I reach out and touch his face with my hand. He stirs slightly and rolls over revealing a god that sleeps in the outfit he was born in. My eyes drink him in and my thoughts go back to the other night. I want him.

Most of all, I want someone's warmth. I hop into bed. My arms navigate around his wings slithering upon his skin until I am pressed against him letting our warmth radiate between each other.

"Mmm."

He stirs but never opens his eyes. His sleep is heavy. I look out the window watching the brilliant orange that casts upon everything as the sun gives one last show before the day is over. Soon the orange will give way to pink. Then there will be purple followed by blue and the last remnants of blue will give way to darkness. It is a never ending daily cycle. Hamera and Nyx are always moving yet never touching.

  My thoughts drift and I find sleep when I do not mean to. Maybe it is the warmth from Asclepius or the colors that fill the sky moving my spirits, but for the first night since the break up with Ares, I feel contentment.

A gentle hand caresses my cheek bringing me out of slumber. I open my eyes and see pale blue eyes looking back at me.

"Good morning," smiles Asclepius. "It has been a while since I have woken up beside someone."

His kisses land softly on my forehead as his wings wrap around me.

"Not all of us have wings to wrap around others."

"Well, not all of us need wings to wrap around others," replies Asclepius. "They are very much a symbol. They can carry away the souls that depart and, yes, they can wrap around people who need them."

"Do you think I need them?" I ask.

"I think everyone needs it, but as far as I can tell, you do not. I just like the way you inquisitively look at them and want to show them off."

"Mmm," I reply leaning into his kisses making sure they no longer land on my forehead, but on my lips.

My hands find his abs and I trail down them. I feel his member grow and close the already small distance between me and him. As I open my eyes, I notice the flicker of light. I look past Asclepius to the night stand and see a beautiful white flower opened and flicking sparks of light into the air.

"What is that?" I ask stopping the kisses.

Asclepius follows my gaze. His wings disappear as he rolls over on his back to examine the flower. His one hand frees from me and reaches over lifting the delicate flower into the palm of his hand. He brings it closer to me.

"This is an invitation," replies Asclepius.
"Hestia gives me these flowers when it is close to the birth of a new nymph. When it is almost time, the flower will open and sparks will fly. Would you like to accompany me to the birth of a nymph?"

"When?" I ask.

"Right now," smiles Asclepius holding back a laugh.

"Sure," I reply. "What do I wear?"

"Well, it is Hestia. She will expect traditional greek attire."

I keep my eyes on Asclepius using my goddess power to remove my current clothes into a greek chiton in an off purple shade. I may have waited a little longer in between switching garments letting Asclepius get a look.