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HIGHEST RANK - #1 IN SPATULA
This is a PoseidonxCarina fanfic.
A story where one gal with petite shoulders and an endless love for kitchen appliances finds her match - the man with beautiful muscular toned juicy hairless...
Poseidon had been worried all day. All night. All high. All low. All left. All right. Up high. Down low. Too slow.
Every time he watched H2O play with each other and say "up ur ass" he just couldn't help but think about how proud Carina would be of her babies. He longed for her. He desired her touch on his firm, muscular, plump, vascular, juicy, voluptuous, crispy, roasted, medium rare biceps.
And he missed betroot.
That was all until he could feel something. He could feel it in his bicep. Her heart. Yes. Her heart was in his bicep. And so, he turned all the taps on in the house and closed his eyes. He could feel her energy radiating out of the tap water. He could sense it. He grabbed a glass. And filling it with water, he drank the water. It tasted unfamiliar. Sweet yet salty. Clean yet dirty. But it was dirty. So dirty. Poseidon reached towards the water with his sturdy ankles and could feel the water drift away from his touch. Something was wrong. And so his fist *insert hand sweeping air with the fluid movement of fingers gesture. grasp that shit.* and then clenched tightly. The fluidity of his finger movement was parallel to the water as it swirled around his waist. Oh his waist. His snatched waist. He really did get the most snatched waist amongst the Greek gods. They were all jealous. Anyways,he could hear a voice. A masculine yet feminine voice. The "G'day"'s echoed within his ears. He couldn't believe what he heard. He always thought he would be her only taaly and her his shawty. Apparently not...
Poseidon stuttered only 5 words.
"I g-g-g-g-g-g--gg-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-ggotta g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-g-gg--g-gg---g-get get get get get get get get get get get get my gal."
And so he got dressed. He never wore clothes. This was a very special occasion for Poseidon. Rubbing water on his face like soap on a washboard even though his face was practically water... I mean literally....I mean God of the seas. His firm fingers clawed the bathroom sink as his neck slightly tilted towards the tiny rectangular mirror he had in the bathroom. He always said he didn't need one...He always looked suave. His whirlpool blue eyes. They were so irregular. One of Poseidon's deepest insecurities.
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He knew exactly where she was. He dreaded going to his hunk of bogan brotha from anotha motha. He thought that when he left that world behind, he would never have to see that son of a betch again. BUT. For Carina. For H2O. For betroot. He would sacrifice everything. And I mean EVERYTHING. And so he left, taking H2O with him. To the underworld...
