Poseidon

Dekapénte

I let my eyes wander around the room, for the first time actually taking in its beauty: long, white cotton curtains flowing gracefully down from the high ceiling, fluttering against open windows, polished oak floors: flawed, imperfect and worn down from the constant traipsing of feet, vast expanses of pale walls on three sides but as I turn around I see that the wall surrounding the headboard of the bed is bare brick: I lean back and trail my hand over it, feeling the coarse surface of the cool bricks. I take a deep breath into my lungs and immediately smell the salt of the sea that I can hear through the open windows but past that I catch the scent of the wooden floors and fresh cotton sheets and I want to capture the scent, put it into a candle and burn it forever.

I jump when the door opens, opening my eyes and realising f0r the first time that I shut them. My eyes look around the room wildly before settling on Poseidon with his vast chest heaving as though he ran to get the paper and pen in his hand. He walks swiftly towards me and excitedly thrusts the pen and pad into my hands. He notices my lightly shaking hands and mutters a word in a language I don't understand but I do understand that it was a curse. He sits down slowly onto the bed, his weight causing the bed to dip dramatically and because of this a giggle escapes me. At the sound his eyes snap to me holding shock, surprise and something else that I do not catch. Again he mutters a curse in another language before wringing his hands through his golden curls, his fingers catch in knots and a long string of curses pass his lips and he yanks on them. I watch this happen curiously and when he is finished he looks up to me and must catch the emotion in my eyes before explaining with a dark look in his eyes:

"Your little giggle was the most sensual thing that I have heard in a long time. I needed to control the thoughts running rampage in my mind before I took you against the brick wall behind you, grazing and bruising every inch of your perfect back. skatá, gamiméni kólasi, gamó" he continues to curse as he stands up and pace, his hands reach for his hair again and he tugs hard.

I simply sit there stunned, by face is burning. the image of his dark, lust-filled eyes is engraved onto my mind as is the image that he created and drew so perfectly in my mind causing my legs to press tightly together and my stomach to clench. Curse words of my own race through my mind as I breathe deeply trying to dispel the feelings whizzing around my body, concentrated in my lower abdomen. More curses flow through my mind as I concentrate on the cotton sheets screwed tightly in my fists. Think about how soft the cotton is, I tell myself, and how nice was to sleep on and how nice it would feel to be fucked merciless - SHIT where the fuck is this coming from.

I jump out of the bed before my mind drifts off again. Poseidon is still pacing and cursing and not seeming to be calming down anytime soon so I gingerly take a step towards him. I calm my breathing as my heart rate picks up and I reach out my arm and place my slender hand upon his vast expanse of warm, muscles back.

I understand that I am not using proper Greek in my story because I cannot type in Greek but I have used translate and typed the words that appeared in the English alphabet if that makes sense not the Greek alphabet because then you can read it as it sounds and kind of understand it, well better than if it was in true Greek anyway. Anyway, I apologise if that offends you but this is my story and it is my choice on how I write it.

TRANSLATIONS OF CURSES

skatá - shit

gamiméni kólasi - fucking hell

gamó - fuck

I hope you enjoyed this new chapter, sorry for the long wait since my last update and I cannot promise when i will next update but I have a sneaky feeling it will be in the may half term holidays ;)

Love Ilsa-Beth x