Title: Broken Arrows
Characters: Eros/Cupid
Series: It's Greek to Me
Eros heard the slam of the door and then feet stomping across the
floor. He didn't know how his Brat
managed to slam an automatic door, but slam it he did. And how did one stomp across floors made of
clouds? Eros shook his head in
bafflement and concern. Cupid had been
coming back day after day frustrated and upset. Eros was determined he'd find the reason why
tonight! Or he'd go back to Top School
for a refresher course in How to Get Your Brat to Talk 101.
"Cupid," Eros called out. "Come on to the back. I'd like a word
with you."
"Gimmeminute," came the mumbled reply.
Making a mental note to remember to sign up for a refresher
course in Deciphering Mumbling of Brats-Advanced Course, Eros wiped his hands
off on his jeans. He had a feeling that
he was about to become "hands on" with his darling Cupid.
Hearing a strange noise, not feet stomping on clouds....more like
rustling in the trash, Eros decided not to wait for his Brat but instead to go
to him. Walking into the front of their
Love Workshop, Eros took a moment to admire Cupid's nicely rounded bottom as it
was bent over the trash can.
(Narrator: Let's all take a moment to admire that
pert piece of anatomy. See how it's
heart shaped? And how it fills out his
jeans just so. Lovely. Truly a sight to behold. So spankable and squeezable. Ahem, let's get
back to the story.)
"Cupid? What on Mt. Olympus are you doing?" Eros asked.
Cupid jumped and turned at the same time, stumbling over his
feet, but staying upright.
"Me? Nothing. I'm not doing
anything!"
"What do you have in your hands? Are those arrows broken in half? What happened?" Eros watched as his Brat tried to hide the pieces
of arrows behind his back.
"Um. Nothing. Nothing
happened," Cupid stuttered.
(Narrator: As the reader might have noticed, Nothing gets blamed
for a lot that happens here on Mt. Olympus.
It's quite sad really. Oh
geez! Now Dizzy is thinking that Nobody
needs his very own story.)
Eros gave Cupid The Look.
Yes, capital T and L. That is one
serious looking Look. It's the one with
one eyebrow raised, creases in the forehead, and a frown gracing the kissable
lips of a Top. The one that gives tummy
tingles and shivers down the spine. Yes, you know exactly what it is. The Look.
"I broke them! I
broke them all! They were
worthless! Or I was worthless,"
Cupid shouted. (Gasp! Cupid, a Brat, shouting at his Top? We all know that this is not going to end
well!). Then in complete tantrum, Cupid
threw the broken arrows on the floor.
Eros had had enough.
Taking Cupid's arm in a firm, but gentle hold, Eros sat on a
conveniently placed stool (conveniently placed stools and chairs are a benefit
that all gods get when they love on Mt. Olympus), and flipped his Brat over his
lap.
"This tantrum has come to an end." And with that tummy
tingling statement, Eros brought his hand down hard on that cute little butt we
had been admiring earlier. Not just
once, but several times, that hand landed on the heart shaped tushie.
When Cupid started to weep, Eros stopped his swatting. Gently he shifted his Brat until he was
straddled across the big Top's lap. Eros
lifted the hand that had reddened Cupid's derrière and wiped the tears from his
face.
"Do you think you can tell me what is going on? You've been working up to this tantrum all
week," Eros asked his Brat.
"It's Platt," Cupid said. Then at Eros's look of confusion, said,
"Have you thought of taking Mind Reading 101 at Top School?"
Eros added that class to his mental list. He was up to three classes now. He might as well go all out and get his
masters degree. "Back to
Platt. What about him?"
"He isn't sure yet of Cameron's and Myrick's love,"
Cupid said sadly. "I've shot many arrows his way. All of their way! Cameron and Myrick are together, but Platt
still is resisting."
"Have you not read Zillah's stories?" Eros asked.
"Yes! Of course, I
have. Every single one," Cupid
answered earnestly.
"Then you should know that she always finds a deliciously
yummy way for her characters to get together," Eros chided. Leaning forward, Eros placed a soft kiss on
Cupid's forehead. "We've talked
about this before, remember, sweets?
Dizzy wrote it in The Journey.
Sometimes the journey to love is bumpy, but the destination is well
worth the trip. Zillah will make sure of it."
"I know," Cupid said. "But Dizzy is so impatient
and really wants to see the three together.
I just thought I'd give a little help."
"And see where that got you?
Right over my lap. We have our
schedule and we must follow it." Eros reprimanded gently. "Love and writers can not be
rushed."
Cupid nodded. "I know.
I just want to see everyone as happy as we are."
Giving Cupid another kiss, this time on his lips, Eros said,
"I know. And they will be. But for now we have a schedule to keep."
The cute Roman Brat nodded, "Yes, Valentine's Day is just
around the corner. We have so much to
do! What is next on my schedule?"
With a wicked smile, Eros stood up. Keeping Cupid in his arms, the Greek God Top
seductively whispered, "Next on our schedule is nap time."
And with that the Narrator closes the curtain on this little tale
from the It's Greek to Me series, giving Eros and Cupid some privacy for the
lovemaking that happened next. After the
curtain closed, Dizzy thanked Hermes for all the synonyms for butt and Zillah
for sparking this bit of fluff.
End
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