Hades Modern Love
I hummed as I walked down the street, on my way home from work. Plugging in my headphones, I cranked up one of my favorite songs from the latest album of Disturbed. Stashing my phone back into my pocket, I glanced back behind me.
A man in a hooded jacket was walking somewhat close behind me. He was very tall, probably 6'6 or 6'7, and had a muscular build. I couldn't see his face, or his hair color.
My breath caught, and I turned back forward and sped up a little.
Taking out one of my earbuds, I made it seem like I was casually brushing back some stray hair.
I turned the corner of the block down my street, and listened carefully for the sound of footsteps. Nothing.
Still wary, I pulled out my phone and called my roommate. After ringing several times, she picked up.
"Hey Cas, do you need anything from the store? I'm close but I need to run there anyways."
"Sure. Can you grab some eggs and milk? I'm making cookies for tonight."
"Ah, Cas, you're gonna kill me! You know I can't resist your cookies, and I'm on a diet! How about blueberry muffins instead?"
"Fine, but your gonna have to get the blueberries. We don't have any here and I don't want plain ones."
"Alright. See you in about a half hour then. Bye."
"Bye."
I turned back around, and walked straight into a mountain. At least, that's what it felt like. Turns out, it was the chest of the man who had been walking behind me.
"Sorry, miss-"
"Sorry! Didn't even notice you. Although now, it's hard not to." After I said that, my eyes widened and I blushed furiously. "Oh Hells, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that, I-"
I, being the klutz that I am, promptly fell over. He grabbed one of my wrists, and wrapped his other arm around my waist to keep me from falling.
He chuckled and released my wrist, which he was holding in his left hand, and brushed some hair out of my face with it.
I blinked several times rapidly, my mouth going dry as my heart sped up. He still had his right arm wrapped around my waist, and used it to pull me upright and flush against him.
Feeling like a fish out of water, I closed my mouth, which had been probably hanging open widely after he caught me.
I couldn't help but notice his distinctive smell.
Sharp and cold, he smelled like pines, with a rich, earthy undertone that was both clean and refreshing at the same time. His breath, which came up in a small cloud in the cold November evening, reminded me of mint.
His eyes, such a dark green, held hidden luminance, the spark of mischief and playfulness deep within the somberness he put up as a shield.
Defined cheekbones lay as if a master had sculpted them to put the foundation on for his strong and proud face.
His nose, though perfectly straight, had the slightest hint of Cherokee bloodlines.
And those lips! Wondrously full, they curved up in a slight smile that revealed dimples on both of his cheeks.
His chin held a small cleft of its own, a shadow marking its place, perfectly centered.
Long hair scooped forward to frame his gorgeous face, the layers almost hidden by the obsidian color.
My chest heaved up and down against his firm body as he towered over my 5'5 frame. I silently cursed my shaking knees for betraying me to the sinfully delicious man.
Those piercing green eyes searched my face as I clung to this mysterious-
"Are you alright Ma'am?"
Startled out of my increasingly naughty thoughts, I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yes, I'm fine, thank you. I'm so sorry for crashing into you like this, I'm such a klutz.
I tried to stand up only to realize that he was holding me above the ground by several inches without any sign of strain for holding 128 pounds on one arm for what seemed like several minutes.
"Uhmm... You CAN put me down now." I licked my lips nervously as he tilted his head to look down and around my body.
"And why would I do that?" he asked, as he as he leaned down towards me, his black hair sliding across my face. His face was close enough that if I just tilted my head up, I would be able to kiss that sinful looking mouth of his.
He smirked, as I'd able to read my thoughts and used his thumb to part my lips slightly. He traced his finger in swirls across my jawline and cheeks. Up, down, circle, and across, those fingers played on my face, leaving a trail of icy fire in their wake. It left me breathless, and wanting more.
My mouth parted slightly, my eyes opening wide, and I was starting to want to knot my fingers in that luscious, obsidian black hair of his.
He smirked again, and tilted his head down so that our noses were almost touching. "Hmm? Say that again, love, I didn't catch it."
A soft moan escaped me, and my eyes fluttered closed as he began massaging my neck with that wonderfully strong but gentle hand.
He Squeezed me hard against him, and cupped my butt in his right hand while wrapping the other around my shoulders as he sank his face into my neck and began nuzzling. He purred, and gently trailed kisses up my neck to my jaw.
We were both panting now, and I could feel his arousal pressing hard against my stomach.
'Wait,' I thought, panicking slightly in the back of my mind. 'This isn't right... I can't be-'
He growled and pushed me up against a brick wall, his hands roaming my body. He found purchase in the edge of my shirt, and snuck in those hands.
"Wait. Stop, I can't. Stop, stop!" I pushed him away and took off running, to afraid to look back.
