Become a Dragon 2/?
Title: Become a Dragon
Category: Drama/Fantasy/Romance
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Summary: He had merely been a world-weary traveler, grateful for a bed to sleep in and a hearty meal on the horizon when he became an unknowning pawn in godly games. Only the Fates could have forseen the path he had set foot upon when first he strayed into dream.
Authors' Note: This is an AU set in Ancient Greek mythology. For the purposes of the fic, the team members are the following Gods/Demi-Gods: Emily = Artemis, JJ = Demeter, Morgan = Theseus, Hotch = Zeus, Reid = Apollo, Garcia = Aphrodite, Rossi = Posiedon, Gideon = Hades, Elle = Persephone, Kevin = Eros. Also, please ignore all familial relations between the Gods...because otherwise things get all confusing and incestuous.
That night, the trembling feeling still making his limbs unsteady, still making his heart pound after having narrowly escaped King Phalaris’ palace with his life, left him wondering who - or what - could have possibly known what was about to transpire that night in the marble dining hall where naught but the King was law.
Before he resigned himself to the rickety cot of yet another inn in yet another town, as far away from Phalaris’ realm as possible, he said a silent prayer to whatever deity had sent the previous night’s vision to take pity on him again.
He had to see that woman again. Her porcelain skin, her night-black hair, her sparkling eyes...he saw them all whenever he closed his eyes. He heard her laughter, her voice, like the peeling of bells whenever the silence came to pass. She overwhelmed him, possessed him entirely.
He was so anxious, in fact, to see her again that he tossed and turned for what seemed to be hours, wondering when dream would once again overtake him. His desire to see her was the one thing keeping them apart.
When he awoke again, he was beginning to feel frustrated - perhaps the last dream had simply been the creation of an anxious and weary mind. Still, though, he could not help but feel a sense of disappointment in knowing that the woman who had filled his thoughts for the past twenty-four hours was just that - a thought.
He lay back with a bitter sigh, staring up at the rain-laden ceiling until his vision was impeded by a flawless face, raven locks falling down to tickle his face. But he was neither shocked nor startled to find himself not alone, he was filled with relief, contentment even.
“It’s you...” he breathed in shock, “You’re real.”
“As real as you, my love,” she said with mirth upon her voice.
“You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?”
She raised an elegant brow. “You think I saved you because I expected compensation?”
He shrugged. “You spend everyday of your life traveling, on the road, left your entire family behind - you have not a single drachma to your name...what do you think I could want from you?”
“I...I don’t know,” he stammered. “But you can have anything you want, anything at all.”
“I want you,” she breathed, staring deeply into his eyes. He literally couldn’t turn away, her eyes so deep and dark, almost mysteriously so, that they seemed to hold him captive. “Would you deem that to be a fair payment?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, he tasted her lips upon his, so soft and gentle and unlike any other kiss he had yet had. He had no doubts now that this was no dream.
“Who are you?” he asked, for lack of any other intelligible thought.
“You know my name,” she murmured before kissing him a second time. “Do you want me?”
His gaze flicked down to her body - he hadn’t seen clearly the night she first appeared to him, but now he saw that her gauzy tunic clinging to her willowy form left little to the imagination.
“Yes,” he said with as much decisiveness as he could muster. But he couldn’t bring himself to place his hands, shaking from something between ecstasy and anxiety, upon her body.
“Then why do you hesitate?” she asked with a tender smile, tracing her fingers upon his strong features. “I am real - no dream, no hallucination. I promise that I will not vanish like a mist upon your touch...”
He finally steeled himself long enough to rest his hands upon her hips, his fingers tracing over her robe. He imagined not even a cloud would feel so soft and luscious beneath his skin and he never wanted to let go.
“I’m yours,” she whispered beside his ear and the very words sent a tremble down his spine. She unpinned a golden brooch, a slender crescent moon, upon her right shoulder, letting her tunic fall away like clouds moving from in front of the sun.
“Are you sure that I am not dreaming?” he insisted, unable to believe that this beautiful maiden would just offer herself to him like this. He just could not reconcile that in his mind and part of him wanted to believe it was a dream because the alternative could mean a trap, an enemy...
“Let your mind be at peace,” she soothed in the most mesmerizing voice, “I could not tell a lie to lure you, even if I so wished.”
And even despite all his traveler’s instincts telling him to be wary of something that seemed so unbelievably flawless, he found that her words did indeed put him at ease.
She smiled as she closed the gap between them until her lips hovered above his, sharing his breaths. “Take me...” she urged and he was possessed by nothing but the desire to make this woman - who or whatever she might be - his and only his.
Category: Drama/Fantasy/Romance
Rating: FRT
Pairing: Morgan/Prentiss
Summary: He had merely been a world-weary traveler, grateful for a bed to sleep in and a hearty meal on the horizon when he became an unknowning pawn in godly games. Only the Fates could have forseen the path he had set foot upon when first he strayed into dream.
Authors' Note: This is an AU set in Ancient Greek mythology. For the purposes of the fic, the team members are the following Gods/Demi-Gods: Emily = Artemis, JJ = Demeter, Morgan = Theseus, Hotch = Zeus, Reid = Apollo, Garcia = Aphrodite, Rossi = Posiedon, Gideon = Hades, Elle = Persephone, Kevin = Eros. Also, please ignore all familial relations between the Gods...because otherwise things get all confusing and incestuous.
That night, the trembling feeling still making his limbs unsteady, still making his heart pound after having narrowly escaped King Phalaris’ palace with his life, left him wondering who - or what - could have possibly known what was about to transpire that night in the marble dining hall where naught but the King was law.
Before he resigned himself to the rickety cot of yet another inn in yet another town, as far away from Phalaris’ realm as possible, he said a silent prayer to whatever deity had sent the previous night’s vision to take pity on him again.
He had to see that woman again. Her porcelain skin, her night-black hair, her sparkling eyes...he saw them all whenever he closed his eyes. He heard her laughter, her voice, like the peeling of bells whenever the silence came to pass. She overwhelmed him, possessed him entirely.
He was so anxious, in fact, to see her again that he tossed and turned for what seemed to be hours, wondering when dream would once again overtake him. His desire to see her was the one thing keeping them apart.
When he awoke again, he was beginning to feel frustrated - perhaps the last dream had simply been the creation of an anxious and weary mind. Still, though, he could not help but feel a sense of disappointment in knowing that the woman who had filled his thoughts for the past twenty-four hours was just that - a thought.
He lay back with a bitter sigh, staring up at the rain-laden ceiling until his vision was impeded by a flawless face, raven locks falling down to tickle his face. But he was neither shocked nor startled to find himself not alone, he was filled with relief, contentment even.
“It’s you...” he breathed in shock, “You’re real.”
“As real as you, my love,” she said with mirth upon her voice.
“You saved my life. How can I ever repay you?”
She raised an elegant brow. “You think I saved you because I expected compensation?”
He shrugged. “You spend everyday of your life traveling, on the road, left your entire family behind - you have not a single drachma to your name...what do you think I could want from you?”
“I...I don’t know,” he stammered. “But you can have anything you want, anything at all.”
“I want you,” she breathed, staring deeply into his eyes. He literally couldn’t turn away, her eyes so deep and dark, almost mysteriously so, that they seemed to hold him captive. “Would you deem that to be a fair payment?”
He opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, he tasted her lips upon his, so soft and gentle and unlike any other kiss he had yet had. He had no doubts now that this was no dream.
“Who are you?” he asked, for lack of any other intelligible thought.
“You know my name,” she murmured before kissing him a second time. “Do you want me?”
His gaze flicked down to her body - he hadn’t seen clearly the night she first appeared to him, but now he saw that her gauzy tunic clinging to her willowy form left little to the imagination.
“Yes,” he said with as much decisiveness as he could muster. But he couldn’t bring himself to place his hands, shaking from something between ecstasy and anxiety, upon her body.
“Then why do you hesitate?” she asked with a tender smile, tracing her fingers upon his strong features. “I am real - no dream, no hallucination. I promise that I will not vanish like a mist upon your touch...”
He finally steeled himself long enough to rest his hands upon her hips, his fingers tracing over her robe. He imagined not even a cloud would feel so soft and luscious beneath his skin and he never wanted to let go.
“I’m yours,” she whispered beside his ear and the very words sent a tremble down his spine. She unpinned a golden brooch, a slender crescent moon, upon her right shoulder, letting her tunic fall away like clouds moving from in front of the sun.
“Are you sure that I am not dreaming?” he insisted, unable to believe that this beautiful maiden would just offer herself to him like this. He just could not reconcile that in his mind and part of him wanted to believe it was a dream because the alternative could mean a trap, an enemy...
“Let your mind be at peace,” she soothed in the most mesmerizing voice, “I could not tell a lie to lure you, even if I so wished.”
And even despite all his traveler’s instincts telling him to be wary of something that seemed so unbelievably flawless, he found that her words did indeed put him at ease.
She smiled as she closed the gap between them until her lips hovered above his, sharing his breaths. “Take me...” she urged and he was possessed by nothing but the desire to make this woman - who or whatever she might be - his and only his.