let me be hurt, admit it.” She had faith in him. She watched him for a moment as he swam and sighed happily. Damn she was one lucky woman. To have him there with her, to be able to know he was part of her and she him? Oh yeah, life was good and it was only just starting. As she swam lazily, she wondered what would happen if they spent more time together, more than the small smattering of time they had now.
After a while, Ava paused to look around. Ares was sitting on the rock again one knee drawn up with his arm resting over it. “You ready to head out?” he called to her. “I don’t know about you, Ava, but I am starving. What say we get out, get dressed, and we can get a move on?”
“I say you should do your thing, get me out of here and dressed in one motion and then we get going.” She was totally down for him using his power as a God on her. Especially if it meant that she didn’t have to feel a cold breeze on her body. “So dress me as you think I should be dressed and let’s go find some food and haggle for some goods.”
His smile got bigger and he nodded. “All right, that I can do.” He lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. In the next moment she was on dry land, facing him, fully dressed just as he was. “Ready?” he held out a hand to her.
She laughed, she couldn't help herself. “Thank you.” She looked down and shook her head. “Well at least you dressed me nicely huh? I like it a lot. I also like the fact that you and I match. It’s kinda nice.” She said happily. Moving to his side, she linked her arm with his. “All right, let’s do this shall we?”
“The matching part was only a passing thought, but since it was there, it stuck. Sorry about that,” he said looking down at her. He put his hand over the one resting on his arm and kept looking at her. One moment the roar of the waterfall was there, the next the sound of voices rose. “Welcome to Turkey and the biggest, best marketplace anywhere in the world.”
She stepped in just a bit closer to him and smiled. “Yes I am perfectly fine with the matching outfits.” She assured him. “Okay, I don’t have the first idea what language they are speaking so you’re going to have to translate for me from time to time please.”
“I will,” he smiled down at her. Sliding his arm around her waist, he guided her between buildings. There before them were tables with cloth overhangs. “We have various meats, some questionable fruits, nuts and even some cheeses and breads. Any preferences what we get for our picnic?”
“I’m up for a little of everything. I’m not real big on cinnamon or peanuts, but I like everything else. No allergies. Oh, and I don’t like lamb at all. I should likely tell you that one now. Lamb just makes me go ‘ick’ and that’s not a good thing to do in the middle of a picnic, right?”
“That would not be good at all,” he agreed. Grinning, he shook his head and led her toward a table. “What are your feelings on goat?” he asked. Picking up a couple pieces of fruit, he pressed them to his nose and inhaled before nodding to the proprietor. The man said something to which Ares replied. They went back and forth for a time before Ares passed over some coins. “So, goat?” he looked at her again.
“I’ve never had goat before,” she told him with a grin. “I’m willing to try it. I take it you have had it before so, is it good? Doesn’t have the same taste as lamb does it?” If so she would likely barf.
“It most definitely does not have the same taste as lamb. It’s a gamier meat,” he told her as he guided her to another table. Once again he spoke to the proprietor and then nodded. Pointing to some things, he dug out more coin. “I think you’ll enjoy it, but I‘m getting some chicken as well. You will most definitely enjoy that. The Turks use of spices is unique and amazing. We’ll pick up some wine and water plus some cheese over toward the end of the market, but we can
After a while, Ava paused to look around. Ares was sitting on the rock again one knee drawn up with his arm resting over it. “You ready to head out?” he called to her. “I don’t know about you, Ava, but I am starving. What say we get out, get dressed, and we can get a move on?”
“I say you should do your thing, get me out of here and dressed in one motion and then we get going.” She was totally down for him using his power as a God on her. Especially if it meant that she didn’t have to feel a cold breeze on her body. “So dress me as you think I should be dressed and let’s go find some food and haggle for some goods.”
His smile got bigger and he nodded. “All right, that I can do.” He lifted a hand and snapped his fingers. In the next moment she was on dry land, facing him, fully dressed just as he was. “Ready?” he held out a hand to her.
She laughed, she couldn't help herself. “Thank you.” She looked down and shook her head. “Well at least you dressed me nicely huh? I like it a lot. I also like the fact that you and I match. It’s kinda nice.” She said happily. Moving to his side, she linked her arm with his. “All right, let’s do this shall we?”
“The matching part was only a passing thought, but since it was there, it stuck. Sorry about that,” he said looking down at her. He put his hand over the one resting on his arm and kept looking at her. One moment the roar of the waterfall was there, the next the sound of voices rose. “Welcome to Turkey and the biggest, best marketplace anywhere in the world.”
She stepped in just a bit closer to him and smiled. “Yes I am perfectly fine with the matching outfits.” She assured him. “Okay, I don’t have the first idea what language they are speaking so you’re going to have to translate for me from time to time please.”
“I will,” he smiled down at her. Sliding his arm around her waist, he guided her between buildings. There before them were tables with cloth overhangs. “We have various meats, some questionable fruits, nuts and even some cheeses and breads. Any preferences what we get for our picnic?”
“I’m up for a little of everything. I’m not real big on cinnamon or peanuts, but I like everything else. No allergies. Oh, and I don’t like lamb at all. I should likely tell you that one now. Lamb just makes me go ‘ick’ and that’s not a good thing to do in the middle of a picnic, right?”
“That would not be good at all,” he agreed. Grinning, he shook his head and led her toward a table. “What are your feelings on goat?” he asked. Picking up a couple pieces of fruit, he pressed them to his nose and inhaled before nodding to the proprietor. The man said something to which Ares replied. They went back and forth for a time before Ares passed over some coins. “So, goat?” he looked at her again.
“I’ve never had goat before,” she told him with a grin. “I’m willing to try it. I take it you have had it before so, is it good? Doesn’t have the same taste as lamb does it?” If so she would likely barf.
“It most definitely does not have the same taste as lamb. It’s a gamier meat,” he told her as he guided her to another table. Once again he spoke to the proprietor and then nodded. Pointing to some things, he dug out more coin. “I think you’ll enjoy it, but I‘m getting some chicken as well. You will most definitely enjoy that. The Turks use of spices is unique and amazing. We’ll pick up some wine and water plus some cheese over toward the end of the market, but we can
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