Fucking A!My pussy floods itself.The word 'when' hangs on my tongue as I see his hands go to the sides of his helmet, and he hooks his thumbs then lifts it off.His halo of blonde hair shines in the moonlight, and its gold specks reflect the candlelight.
"Oh, My Fucking Golden God!"I whisper."So this is the Bastard Son of Thor?Fucking phenomenal!He is fucking crucial!"
"I guess that means you dig him."He chuckles as he grins at me.
"Fuck yeah!I totally dig him!"I grin back."He is fly as fuck!"
He takes my hand and cinches our fingers, then leads me back to the table."I'm glad."
"My Gawd!I'm totally Fan-Girling over you right now!"I giggle, making him laugh."How long have you owned this?This?"I search for the proper word.Costume doesn't sound appropriate.
"This armor?Since the beginning."
"Keep talking while I check it out.I want the full explanation of the Bastard's origins!"I walk around him, eyeing him and examining the finer details of the leather straps and how it all fits together."How did you get it?The name?"
"Augustus tagged me one day after a particularly grueling but good training session, and it stuck."
"I noticed tiny scars along your skin today."I trace my finger along one."I thought it looked like a knife-edge made it."
"It did."
"Who gave them to you?Antonio?"
"No, Augustus.He wanted me to know the damage a real weapon would do."
"Do the men fight with real knife blades?"The vision of Quintus' badass and Aurei's warrior circling each other in a battle makes the blood drain from my face, and I frown up at him.
"No.We use unsharpened replicas."Relief floods my body.He hands me the helmet, so I can examine it while he opens the champagne.I run my hand over the smoothness.
"Do you have a shield too?"
"Yes."
"That's cool."I set the helmet on the table."You look so fucking hot.I almost fucking fainted."I smirk up at him, and I see a single eyebrow flick.
You rascal!You know you just rocked my world!
The cork shoots high into the sky, then the liquid foams, spilling out of the top of the bottle.We laugh, and he quickly fills our glasses, then hands one to me.He raises his in the air and indicates the direction the cork disappeared.
"Shooting for the stars with you, Siri Wright."
"Bang, Baby, Bang!"I giggle.We clink our glasses and drink."Umm!It is as good as it is expensive.Delicious!"
"Like you."He winks that killer wink.Then he proposes another toast."Here's to fucking you to Heaven."
"Here.Here.No.Wait.There.There."I clink his glass, then toast the house.
We laugh again, then stand in silence, sipping and devouring each other with our eyes.I can't get over how fucking hot he looks.I thought the pilot was hot.The Cowboy blew me away.The Billionaire was delicious.But this....Unbelievable.
I finish and hand my glass to him.He finishes his, then turns to pour us both another.My eyes feast on him.He hands the filled flute back, then lifts it to his lips.The champagne is already starting to affect me.
"You look Hot as Hades!"I lick my lips."Your armor fits you like a glove."
"It's custom made."
"I can only imagine the tailor's delight when you walked in to be measured for it."
He smirks, and his eyebrows lift again.
