Page 29 of Achille's Earth Angel
“And that is?” prompted Achilles, holding tightly to Angel. The sinking feeling in his gut was like a lead ball settling. Surely he wouldn’t make Angel pay for his indiscretions?
Hercules sighed heavily. “I’m sorry, buddy, but after tomorrow, you will no longer be immortal, and you will be banned from Olympus forever.”
Achilles let his breath out in whoosh. “Is that all?” Zeus just solved his problem with Angel. The look on Hercules face hurt him though. “I know never coming to Olympus again won’t be easy for either of us, Hercules, but we’ll manage somehow.” He knew Zeus wanted him to come back if things didn’t work out with Angel, but he intended that they would. So, he’d already accepted that he wouldn’t be going back. Hercules knew it to, but it was sometimes difficult to give up an option, even if you didn’t plan on using it.
Hercules smiled faintly. “Of course we will. Like Zeus said before, he can afford to turn a blind eye as long as someone doesn’t sock him in it. I’ll just have to visit you now and then, like we planned.” He winked at Achilles.
“Maybe I could talk to him,” Ange cried, feeling instantly guilty. “This is all my fault.”
Achilles frowned down at her. “This is not your fault, Angel.”
“Uh...you don’t talk to Zeus, Angel,” Hercules patiently explained. “You only listen to Zeus. When he sets his decrees, it’s all over with. There is no changing his mind.”
“B-But that’s ridiculous,” she sputtered.
“No, that’s being the god in charge,” Achilles barked. He stood up, taking Angel with him. “Hercules, if you will excuse us, Angel and I need to have a talk.”
Hercules winked at Angel and immediately disappeared.
“W-What are you doing?” Angel tried to hang back as Achilles marched her into the living room.
He marched her to the sofa and sat down, taking her down with him and across his lap.
“Achilles, stop it,” Ange cried, kicking her legs and trying to prevent his hand in her shorts from sliding her clothes over her butt cheeks. “What are you doing?”
“I think you know what I’m doing,” Achilles replied firmly, landing two hard swats on her exposed flesh, one on each cheek. “I’m tired of you second guessing me and my motives. I’m also tired of you degrading yourself.” He landed a few more swats that had her arching her back and squealing. “We need to get a few things straight.” He peppered her with several more swats, ignoring her kicking feet.
“Ow, stop it, Achilles,” Ange cried, tears spurting into her eyes. “I don’t know what I’ve done to make you mad at me. This isn’t fair.”
He rested his hand on her reddened flesh. “I love you, Angel. You don’t need to talk to Zeus on my behalf, I’m doing what I want to do. And Idon’tcare about the immortality. It was fine for the time it lasted, but except for Hercules and Zeus, I was bored out of my mind for hundreds of years! I now understand that eighty wonderful years with you is worth far more than eternal boredom.”
He popped her several more swats, although not as hard as the first ones. “And that’s for degrading yourself to the status of just living with me and risking your self-respect, and the respect and honor you deserve from family and friends.” He pulled her up and began kissing the tears from her cheeks and lips. “I adore you, I want to put you on a pedestal and worship you. You are the woman I dream of at night and yearn for by the hour. Let’s get married immediately!”
“Yes, yes, you win. I’ll marry you,” she cried between laughing and sobbing. “I believe you and I want to marry you, too.”
She flung her arms around him and Achilles heaved the sigh of a satisfied male. At last, all was right in his world. He hugged her close.
Ange suddenly pushed back in his arms and glared at him.
“But this spanking thing...”
He popped her lips with his first finger. “What spanking thing? There is no spanking thing, there is just life as we know it.”
“Achilles, I don’t like you spanking me...”
“Then behave,” he purred against her pouting lips. “Besides, I bet you’re wet for me right now. Care to test it?” He could see from the look in her eyes that he was right. She might not like being spanked, but she liked the way it made her feel.
“You’re bossy.”
“And you’re a willful little brat.”
“Someone has to stand up to you,” protested Ange. “Men can’t have it all their way.”
“Stand up to me when you’re in the wrong and you’ll be standing because you can’t sit,” he promised, his eyes twinkling. He stood up and picked her up in such a hurry that Ange had to grab his shirt to keep from spilling off his lap.
“I wouldn’t have let you fall,” he assured her as he strode to her bedroom.
“It didn’t feel that way.”
