Hades
I lay on my back. Stella snuggled into me. We were naked, sweat still clinging to our skin after out passionate lovemaking.
She was drawing patterns on my chest. "I thought all Gods had a lot of chest hair."
I looked down at her, more bemused than anything. "Okay?"
She blushed. "Just, you know, the statues..."
"As far as I know, they don't have chest hair."
Stella pouted. "No, but Hades is always presented in a toga."
"I find it funny you distinguish between me and the Hades you've heard about through popular culture."
"Hey, and historical references."
"That too," I said.
She pressed a kiss to my chest. "Have you ever had chest hair?"
I laughed. "Well, I can make it grow, but I prefer not being too hairy."
"Good choice." She said.
I turned her head, my hand fisted almost teasingly in her hair.
"What?" she mouthed.
"I love you," I sighed.
Her eyes glowed. Her cheeks glowed. Her face glowed. Her body became radiant, as she leaned up to kiss me.
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Hades
RomanceStella, a teacher in her mid-twenties, is in a car accident which leaves her in a coma. She wakes up in the Underworld, where she meets Hades and his housekeeper, Lucinda. The castle is old, uninhabited, and letters, which aren't meant for Stella to...
