MORTALE

31

SOPRA LE SCALE

CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE

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DEIMOS knew there was nothing he could do. The Moon Goddess, as powerful as she was, was the only source of annoyance in his life at the moment. 

And meeting with her was at the bottom of his list. 

"Puppy?" Deimos called out, walking down the stairs to find his Mate standing in front of the cupboard, quickly slamming the door. 

"N-Nothing," Faye sputtered and then smiled. "Hi." 

Deimos raised a suspicious eyebrow at her before looking down at her clenched fist. 

"Hi, baby," he cooed, walking over to her and trapping her between his body and the counter. Bending his neck down, he encased her lips in a sweet kiss. The sweet mix of passion and love between the two mingled in their meeting. 

"W-Woah," Faye muttered when the two separated. She would never get used to him.  Deimos slowly backed up, wiping her lips with his thumb. 

"Delicious," Faye looked up at the sound of a crunch. In his hands (and mouth) were the cookies she had spent so long thinking about. 

He stole them from her when he caught her off guard in the kiss. 

"Deimos!" Faye whined and moved towards him, angry at his tricky move. 

"What, baby?" He asked innocently, making her huff and stomp her foot in frustration.  He let her have one, knowing there was no more. "Bunny," he called out to her as she stared out of the window, watching the backyard. "We need to talk about something." 

Faye hesitantly moved away from the window, sitting down on the couch by Deimos. 

"Am I in trouble?" She asked, nibbling on her lip. 

"No tesoro (honey)," he gently removed her lip from her teeth. "But we are going on a trip." 

Faye gasped in excitement. "A trip?" She asked, nearly crawling on his lap. 

"Uh-huh, but it's a special trip," he teased. "I'll help you pack." 

Faye quickly ran up the stairs into their bedroom, apologizing to Blue who hopped out of the way. 

"Where are we going?" She asked, walking into their giant closet. 

"It's a surprise," following behind her, he began to grab different sets of clothes. 

Mostly dresses, some baby tees, and skirts adorned the inside of her light pink duffle. 

"Will it be warm?" She asked, looking at the selection. 

"Uh-huh," he began to dig through her bras and panties. "Oh, yes ma'am," he mumbled under his breath, pulling out a pair of light pink, lacey underwear with butterflies adorned on it. 

"Deimos!" She cried, embarrassed. 

He seized her lips in a kiss once again, nearly devouring her. "I'd rather you wear nothing underneath," he growled. 

"Uh," Faye gasped and her cheeks flamed in pink. 

Deimos continued packing her clothes before moving on to his collection of dark clothes. When he had finished, he set her bag out in the bedroom before lying down. "Now c'mere," he motioned with his arms open. "Oof," Faye jumped on his chest, giggling. 

"Can you give me a hint?" Faye teased, moving her finger alongside the tattoos adorning his neck. 

"Are you trying to tease me, little girl?" He placed his hands on her bum and squeezed as she squealed. 

"Maybe," she fluttered her eyes and stuck her forehead against hers. 

"Alright, alright," he ghosted his fingers over the sides of her waist, watching her squirm. "It will be warm and bright and..." 

"And?" Faye inquired. 

"Happy."

Faye sighed. "Is it Florida?" 

Deimos coughed, a half chuckle escaping him. "Florida?" 

Faye nodded eagerly before laying her head back down on his chest. "Yeah, Momma told me that Florida was warm and bright and happy." 

Deimos brushed a hand down her hair, shaking his head. "No, baby, it's not Florida." 

Faye cuddled closer into his warmth, closing her eyes to the soothing sound of his breathing. 

"Let's get ready for bed, hm?" Faye whined as Deimos sat up, pulling her with him. 

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she clung to him tightly as he moved towards the bathroom. Wetting a rag with warm water, he gently removed any signs of dirt or grime on her face (as she was a rather messy baker) before pressing a kiss to her plump cheeks. 

Faye remained with her eyes closed as Deimos wet her toothbrush with paste. "Open." Brushing her teeth, Faye leaned against his warmth. "Spit," opening her eyes for a small second she made sure to spit in the sink before closing them again. "Alright, up we go," Deimos gently held her arms up, taking off her baby tee and placing on a loose shirt of hers. Tearing off her shorts, he carried her back to bed. 

Stripping himself down to his briefs, he laid flat on the bed as Faye laid completely on top of him, curling her legs with his, and rubbing her cheek against his bare chest. 

"Dormire bambina (sleep baby)," he whispered, running his hand down her hair. "Quando ti svegli andrá tutto bene (when you wake, it will all be okay)." 

FAYE awoke to bright light, nearly blinding, streaming across her eyes. Whining, she placed her hands over her eyes to block out what she assumed to be the sun. 

"She's gorgeous," a soft hand was brushed across her hair. Faye held herself closer to Deimos, tightening her legs around his waist. 

"Wake up, baby" he whispered, moving her hands from her eyes. 

Faye blinked away, squinting at the brightness. 

"W-Where are we?" She asked. Looking to her left, a woman stood before them, clothes in bright, elegant robes. The sunlight seemed to stream from her body and radiance showed on her face. 

"We're here, this is our trip," Deimos whispered. 

Faye nodded, looking around more. Everything was bright, he was right about that. What seemed to be white clouds stretched on for miles, sunlight streaming all around. While it was both bright, it was soft and comforting to Faye. 

"Where is here?" Faye asked as Deimos gently set her down. Grasping his hand tightly, she made sure to stand close to him. The woman in white watched the two with a soft smile on her face. 

"Heaven, baby," Deimos breathed out. "We're in heaven."