The Desert House
Cheek against her husband's back, Hebe watched the sun rise slowly over the desert; light streaking through the window across both their bodies. Beams caressing down the center of Hercules' back and the swell of his ass, where her fingers strayed idly. Behind her, their hair mingled and co-mingled, her corn silk golden mixing with his honey blonde.
The sheets were crumpled and rumpled, exposing one leg, her waist and bare chest, shyly hiding her feet and his. From her fingertip the warmest, smallest hint of ambrosia traced patterns against his skin; drying quickly.
At present, the phoenix tattoo that usually resided on her hip, soaring from a nest of flaming roses, was fluttering alive under the skin of her hand and cooing at the Nemean Lion that was basking in the sunlight on Herc's back.
Naughtily, she pinched a bit of his ass to wake him up, but stayed nestled on him, not really wanting to move or do anything more, actually, than have a lazy Sunday in bed.
The sheets were crumpled and rumpled, exposing one leg, her waist and bare chest, shyly hiding her feet and his. From her fingertip the warmest, smallest hint of ambrosia traced patterns against his skin; drying quickly.
At present, the phoenix tattoo that usually resided on her hip, soaring from a nest of flaming roses, was fluttering alive under the skin of her hand and cooing at the Nemean Lion that was basking in the sunlight on Herc's back.
Naughtily, she pinched a bit of his ass to wake him up, but stayed nestled on him, not really wanting to move or do anything more, actually, than have a lazy Sunday in bed.