Sappho Fragments - I'm Older
I wrote this in about half an hour. The words in italic are lines from one of Sappho's fragments.
Sappho moans softly as Alexander's lips glide down to her hips, pressing light kisses to the skin. She strokes his hair with one hand and closes her eyes as he sneaks lower and lower again.
Then, he pauses and mumbles against her skin. 'Marry me, Sappho.'
She opens one eye and looks down at him as he returns to his kisses. 'Marry you? Why would you want that?'
'Because I love you.' Alexander replies, moving back up her body again. His mouth teases up her chest, between her breasts, peppering her collarbone and shoulders. 'I love you.' He mutters.
Sappho chuckles quietly, running a hand over his bare back. She digs her nails in a little and he grunts. His kisses begin to turn more urgent as he presses countless to her throat and the side of her neck. Sappho cups his chin and pulls him up. She places a soft, short kiss on his lips, then smiles.
'Because you are dear to me...' She breathes, moving her legs to lock around his waist. In one smooth movement, she flips them over so that Alexander is on his back under her. Her eyes twinkle as she straddles his waist and pins his wrists by his head. Alexander smirks up at her.
She leans down to whisper in his ear, 'Marry a younger woman.' Then she moves swiftly off of him. Alexander watches, smirk fading, as Sappho slips across the room towards the balcony. She stands naked in the baking sun and smiles back at him. He slowly rises too, grabbing a sheet from the bed to knot around his waist.
'I don't want a younger woman. I want you.' He protests, sloping across the room towards her.
Sappho just keeps smiling, the rays of sunlight catching in her shiny raven-black hair. 'I dare not live with a younger man.'
Alexander stands in front of her now, looking down at her. His hand reaches out and he loops his arm around her waist drawing her close to him; she lets him. He smiles triumphantly and kisses her neck once again.
The smile has never left Sappho's lips. She stands up on her tip-toes and plants a kiss on his lips. Alexander hungrily tries to kiss back, but her lips have already retreated.
'I'm older.'
And she's darted away again, back inside. He sighs and turns slowly to watch her grab the gauzy wrap she had been wearing earlier and cover herself up with it. Sappho smirks over her shoulder at him and slinks downstairs.
Alexander shakes his head and smiles, following. One day, he thinks, I'll have her.