So I had a blogger post, but Blogger ate it. I'l lbe on time next month with something of value for you all. Until, enjoy an excerpt from "Apollo's Choice" my Nectar of the Gods contribution.
Apollo flipped on the stereo, music came from the speakers. It was rather aggressive, loud and somehow seemed grand yet sad. “Who is this?”
She laughed, “You’re kidding?”
“Tell me who this is.” Apollo remembered his role. “Um, it’s been a long day, and there must have been something in my drinks last night.”
“You poor baby. Shouldn’t have drank so much.” She took his hand in hers, and her touch felt oddly familiar.
Her hands were soft, feminine. She kept her nails short and unpainted. What a shame. She’d be a lovely woman if she took better care of herself, he noted.
“I like this song.” She started swaying her hips.
Apollo licked his lips. “Want me to turn it up?”
She nodded. “Yeah. I like Pearl Jam, a lot.”
Apollo walked over to the stereo, turning it up.
“Eddy Vedder sure hurt a great deal on this album. I heard his relationship with his father was strained.” Her hair swayed in tune with her hips, loose tendrils broke from her ponytail.
Apollo yearned to move those strands of hair behind her ear and kiss her the way he almost had Mona last night. “Vedder, yeah. This is a great album. I was just kidding about not remembering.” He gave a weak smile. He did sort of like the Pearl Jam album. It wasn’t his famed lyre or classic Greek lute music. In fact, it had a more manly sound. He wasn’t sure if it was him or James Helios who enjoyed the music.
Tanya looked at her watch. “I guess it’s about time I get out of your hair. You probably need to finish recovering from your hangover so you can play tonight with the band.”
“No, stay.” He started for her but stopped himself. This hangover was really cramping his style!
He nodded, looking her body up and down. “Yes. Very.” He swore he saw her smile, but it quickly faded.
The song changed, the guitar sound became muted and cheap sounding until the bass and drums kicked in. The melody was slow, the singer’s voice sad.
Tanya took a seat on the faded black leather couch and patted a space beside her. “Come sit next to me. Let’s talk.” She seemed shy.
Apollo nodded. What was wrong with him that he couldn’t take what he wanted? He caught a glimpse of Tanya mouthing lyrics along with the song and decided her mouth was beautiful, more beautiful than the painted faces in his temple.
He should kiss her.
Apollo sat down beside her and threw his arm over the back of the couch. He may not be a Greek god in this time period, but he was still a man who knew how to get what he wanted.
Tanya shifted in her seat.
“You should let your hair down.” His voice sounded gruff, almost commanding.
“Oh?” She turned to look at him.
He caught a glimpse of sadness in her pretty emerald green eyes. Leaning forward, he smelled her scent, pearl and vanilla. Thank the gods, he still had some acute senses even in his state being of hung over. “You are quite pretty.”
She blushed, heat creeping visibly up her cheeks again. “You really think so?”
“I do indeed. And I know a thing or two about women.” He gave her a cocky grin and put one hand on her thigh, feeling the denim beneath his hand. It felt odd, softer than his but still rough and protective. He’d have to remember to ask Mona more about clothing later.
She crossed her legs but left his hand where it was.
He felt her tremble beneath him. That was not the expected response. “Why so shy, Tanya?”
“You haven’t noticed?” She leaned back from him. “You’ve really never noticed?”
He shook his head.
“I’m not good with people or expressing myself.”
“Just act natural. I’m really good at that when I’m not hung over.”
She laughed. “You’re a natural charmer, James.”
There was that problem again. He wasn’t James, damn it! “Sort of. I had help of a father who knew his way around women.”
Her eyes widened. “So that’s why your parents divorced?”
He didn’t have a damn clue about James, but the question made him think back on his own parents. Hera killed his mother Semele as Zeus idly stood by. Apollo thought about the fact that women had also literally thrown themselves at Zeus, and Hera only reacted by killing or cursing them. Or cursing him so that women who came to him eventually went mad with ecstasy. Not that such a thing could happen here since he was no longer a god, or so he guessed.
“Did I ask a bad question?” She put her hand on his shoulder.
“Mother was killed.” He looked directly at her. “I never speak of it.”
“I’m sorry.” She looked away.
Apollo took her chin in his hand and forced her to look at him. His eyes reflected in hers.
Terror crossed her eyes for just a moment before their lips met.
She was soft beneath his mouth, pliant. Her eyes closed, and a hand wrapped around the back of his neck. Her fingers tangled up in his loose curls and pulled him to her.
Tanya pulled back from the kiss.
The emptiness he felt from their parting was not something he would stand for. Leaning in again, inhaling her vanilla scent before kissing her, he pressed his lips against hers. His hand wrapped around her tiny waist and pulled her body to his, crushing her breasts against his chest. His body grew hard, and his cock throbbed in his jeans.
Tanya sucked in a breath, opened her mouth and let his tongue slide between her lips. Arching against him, she moaned. Malleable against him, she let him explore.
Her mouth felt like soft velvet, hot and molten as her tongue slid over his. He knew he had her then. His hand crept up her thigh, squeezing lightly.
She squirmed and giggled into the kiss.
Her lips were warm against his, wet. Her tongue darted out over his bottom lip, and her eyes opened just a little, then closed.
Apollo leaned in again and kissed her, this time pressing his mouth softly against hers and wrapping his hand around the back of her head. Her silky strands tangled around his fingers.
She shivered beneath him.
Apollo shifted his weight and changed positions so as to face her with his body.
She pulled back and looked at him.
She appeared to enjoy their kiss, but the moment she caught him studying her, her expression changed and she narrowed her eyes as though all signs of lust were imagined.
He stroked her hand with his fingers. “Why do you do that?”
“Do what?” She sucked in a breath and put her hand to her chest. Pulling out of his arms, she looked down at her feet.
“Try to hide your emotions from the world.”
“I don’t know,” she shrugged. “I never thought about it. I never thought I was important enough for people to notice.”
“Well when you’re with me, stop it.” His head felt better and raising his voice to a stern pitch didn’t hurt him the way it had moments ago. Of course, blood was flowing through his body much faster now, though it centred within his throbbing cock.
“I don’t know how else to behave.” She seemed to shrink back into the couch.
“You should learn quickly that to disappoint me would…” He stopped himself. Catching a glimpse of himself in her eyes again, he realised he must sound like a pompous asshole. Women in this time didn’t respond the way they did in Ancient Greece. Plus, he wasn’t Apollo, he was James Helios. Bass player and tortured soul.
Seemed he and James had a lot in common.
“You should behave how you feel, Tanya. You should let the world see your pretty smile.”
She smiled, tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders.
He was sure she’d blush again, and it’d only endear her more to him. Damn it!
What the hell had the Fates let him get into now? The stirrings of lust he was familiar with, but the other emotion swimming around his chest and stomach made him uneasy. Even if he were to remain in this time period, he was a Greek god! Gods never fell in love with mortals.