Pomegranates

Love is Red

The god's stomach was pacing like a volcano waiting erupt after centuries of being dormant . While butterflies fluttered through her stomach, bats flew through his. Her breathing was chopped up as she tried to read the man towering over her. He began to sweat, and not because of the heat of the sun. His long, black coat draped over him as if a thick, dark liquid poured on his head. His voice, deep, yet soft hummed into her chest as he spoke to her.
"Um...well...uh..I was wondering if I could..um..speak to you, Persephone."
Her heart filled with joy, and curiosity as the dark figure hesitated.
"Yes. I would love to speak with you, Hades."
He coughed a bit and brought her to a willow tree at the bottom of the flowery hill. They sat together, and as he settled into his spot on the floor, his hand grazed hers, which caused the young girl to take a deep breath of resisting temptation. Hades swallowed the saliva which accumulated in his mouth and looked her in the eyes, trying not to have them roam her body. He explained that in three nights, there was to be a festival in Olympus.
"Well, shouldn't Hermes be the one delivering this news?"
"I was asked personally to invite you. I'm not thinking I'll go since I don't really fit in much at Olympus, but, if you go, then, I guess.. I don't know..maybe I'll think about it."
The god gave a slight smirk and looked away quickly to not be obvious. Persephone became as red as a rose bush.
"Right now, all I can say is I'll think about it."
Hades had a sad, yet hopeful look in his eyes. The kind of look you get when you're dream house that you know you can't afford, but there's hope that one day, you'll get there.
He bowed to the goddess and kissed her hand. His pale, partially blue lips against her young, soft skin caused her breasts to dip down toward him. He could feel her. He desired her. He wanted to rip her apart and cause her to moan so all of Athens could here her being dominated by the king of the underworld. But it ruined him to know all he could do was kiss her hand.

She curtsied to the god, but when she arose, he was gone. All she had was a memory of the dark, pale, handsome, mysterious, sarcastic, nonchalant man she wanted.