I pulled the front door open and said loudly, “Everyone. Come to the living room, now.”

Eli and Bill stepped out of the bedroom upstairs and the four women came out of the kitchen. I waited until all were settled in the living room, either seated or standing and awaiting my pleasure.

“This experiment was a shining success,” I said without preamble. Then, I recounted my journey through the house with Hermes. When, at length, I had finished, most looked pleased with themselves or with me. Eli looked stricken as if he failed me.

“We can do it,” Hermes announced. “Athena and I can go into Phobos’s lair and find out what our foes are up to. When do you want to start?” He asked me.

But, I had no ears for Hermes because Eli suddenly became my only concern. He was horribly distressed and I needed to fix that. Phobos could wait a bit. He had been up to his antics for two thousand years and a day would make no difference. Eli didn’t feel my presence enough to see me standing in the room with him and somehow, he translated that into a lack of love.

I held my hand toward Eli and he clasped it. Without any explanation to the others, I led Eli out of the living room, across the foyer and up the stairs, and into the bedroom he had quit a few minutes before. I closed the door and stepped closer to him, watching his eyes swell with unshed tears. I pulled his head down into a kiss, feeling his mouth cover mine, completely and willingly.

He suddenly pulled away and then said, “I didn’t feel you.”

“You weren’t supposed to. Eli, I was blocking everyone, but especially you, Aaron, and Bill. You three are connected too closely to me.”

“I should have been able to...”

“To what? Breach the impenetrable wall I put up between us? You cannot do that if I don’t wish it to be done. As you pointed out, I am very good at hiding from you and from myself. All I did was use that talent.”

“Okay. Okay.” He still looked as if I had beat him up instead of simply standing in a room and not permitting him to see me. I felt a wave of love for him and I pulled him into a kiss, again. In all of this, Eli was the one person I had neglected the most and he was the one person I needed to keep closest to me. I dropped all of the shields and walls that I had kept so carefully in place for most of my life. I wanted him to feel the love that I felt for him. I kissed him with all the passion I could find. His heartbeat quickened and his breathing deepened. It was much more than simply a kiss. We melded together, becoming one person with that kiss. I tried to wriggle my way inside him. I tightened my arms around him and pulled him an impossible inch closer to me.

His mouth locked onto mine and he closed his eyes to better feel the nearly overwhelming sensations that enveloped us. It took a force of will, but I pulled away from him, without letting my hands leave his body. Flesh needed to touch flesh. The gravity of love pulled at me, both physically and metaphysically. I pulled his tee shirt out of his jeans and then over his head. His chest was close to my mouth and I placed a deep kiss right over his heart. He gasped and his hands groped, pulling me closer to him. He placed one hand behind my head and the other across my shoulders. I breathed in deeply, experiencing the scent of him. He smelled sweet, like vanilla and cinnamon.

Pleasure poured through him. He moved his hand from the back of my head and I found his mouth again. I fed at his mouth, tasting him, nibbling on his lips, his tongue. Such a feast was before me. I felt like jumping up and down, clapping my hands, and saying, “Oh, goody! Look what I get to play with.”

His hands tugged at my tee shirt and he pulled it over my head in an instant. Only my bra separated our flesh. As if Eli read my mind, which he may have at the moment, he unclasped it, and cast it away as if it were a spider.

I kept my hands on his skin as I walked around to his back. I buried my face in his hair, his beautiful, glorious hair. I lifted the heavy braid from his back and untied the length of leather that held it together. Carefully, I pulled the braid apart until his hair was a cascading curtain of silk threads. I pressed my face into the strands, again, drinking in the scent of it. Vanilla and cinnamon crashed into my senses. I pulled him closer to me and worked his hair from between us until I was underneath the blanket of silk.

Deliberately, I kept my thoughts on the task before me. I forced down the walls between Eli and me. It was a monumental effort for me, but I finally allowed him to feel my innermost person.

“Let me take off the rest of my clothes,” he said, his voice a husky whisper. “I need to lie down before I fall down.” He untied his boots and slid them, and his jeans and boxers, off at the same time. He removed his socks and then turned his attention to me. “You are too dressed, wife.” He lifted me easily and set me on the bed. It was his turn to pay attention to me. He undid the laces on my boots and pulled the shoes and socks from my feet.

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He rose before me, the Colossus of Rhodes, naked and perfect. His hair moved over his shoulder like a living being and his eyes glowed with the bright dawn. No more tears filled those bright yellow eyes, the eyes that could see everything, the eyes of the world. He pushed me down so he could unfasten my jeans. He pulled them from around my hips and slid them off my feet. The white silk panties fell apart in his hands as if they were made of paper. He lifted me up and put me fully on the bed.

We lay very close to each other for what could have been seconds or hours. He gazed at me with that look that said he couldn’t bear to lose me. His red hair covered him like a blanket and I wiggled until it covered me, too. My favorite place to be.

The kiss brought a moan from my throat this time. He pressed his mouth tightly over mine. He had a knee on each side of mine, and his arms still pulled me close to his chest. He kissed me and kissed me, like I haven’t been kissed in a hundred years. Once again, I tore down walls between us. There were so many of them. So many. He moved into my body with his metaphysical self, touching parts of me that were previously untouched, virginal. I liked it, so I rewarded him by pulling down a few more of the walls between us. He moved away from my mouth and down my neck with his lips.

Every touch sent shivers through my starved body. Yes, I had been starving my entire life. I had never once given myself over to him so completely. And this was simply the beginning.

I shattered more walls and allowed him to see deeper inside me. The metaphysical side of our union was loud as breaking glass, but far more exciting. Tears coursed down his cheeks, brightening his eyes even more. Tears of love. Tears of gratitude.

The last of the walls tumbled to dust and he swam in the newly revealed person. For the first time, I felt totally one with Eli, Helios, god of the sun. He frolicked inside my head and inside my heart.

Then, my husband married me to him in a way I had never been married before. Our bodies were joined and there was a strong familiarity about that part. Our hearts melded together and became a single organ, both beating in perfect time with each other. I moved inside his body, feeling his mind and he touched mine. We blended.

Then, the magic spread like a wave outward into the house. Demeter and her husband, Jason, were locked together in a sexual embrace that mirrored Helios and me. The kitchen floor was their marriage bed.

Dionysus and Ariadne wrestled together on the wicker sofa on the sun porch.

Heracles and Hebe were on the stairs, never having made it all the way to the bedroom before they sought each other’s intimate company. Ares, the god of war, claimed the body of Nike, the goddess of victory and I felt the thrill of their union, new and bright.

The surprise was Hermes and Bill who were in the dining room holding onto each other, naked and unashamed. I knew Hermes tended to prefer men to women, but I had no idea that Bill did, too.

Helios moved slowly and deliberately, establishing a rhythm that would allow him to continue for a long time. He moved for a minute or an hour or a year. Time had no meaning for me as we merged our flesh as closely as our souls were merged. I felt the tension building inside me, but Helios didn’t change his rhythm.

The sexual tension that spilled through the house rose with Helios and me.

Hebe squealed her delight and Hercules forgot to treat her like a delicate child.

Nike had moved to the top of Ares and she bounced with the rhythm that matched Helios’s perfectly.

Ares moaned on the floor and tossed his head in pleasure and she gave herself to him.

Demeter and Jason mimicked Helios and me in their movements and she writhed under him in her pleasure.

Dionysus quivered in Ariadne’s embrace and she cried in her pleasure.

In the dining room, Hermes was on top of the table and Bill stood in front of him. Not yet. Not yet. We were not finished, yet.

For my part, I tried to prepare myself for the orgasm that followed but was unsuccessful. When Helios climaxed and I did at the same time, all the walls tumbled to the ground and a flood of metaphysical energy burst forth from me like a nova explosion. Energy flew in every direction and the metaphysical orgasm was nothing like I had experienced before. So different from a physical orgasm, the magical one was about energy transference and joining. No descriptive words can define the pleasure of finally meeting my husband in that place we were meant to be. I marveled that he waited for so long for me.

All of us in that house felt the same thing at the same time. The bond between Ares, Bill, Helios and me grew tighter and stronger and I could feel what they were feeling at that moment. Ares finally forgot to mourn for Rada, and Bill experienced love on a level he didn’t know existed. It went far beyond a simple sexual act. Sex just made the metaphysical energy easier to access. Even among humans, sex creates a spiritual bond, which is the main reason we should be so very careful about who we bring into that intimate embrace.

Helios wasn’t finished with me. He closed off the metaphysical wave until it was just he and I together in the bedroom, again. Helios didn’t want to share me with anyone in those tender moments. I, too, pulled in the energy until it held just Helios and me as if we were in the arms of a caring mother. Helios explored my body with his hands and his mouth, seeking the tender parts, the sensitive parts, basking in the moments after a deep union. When he claimed my body a second time, it was just Helios and me together. Husband and wife.

In those quiet minutes after sex, my body sated, I allowed him inside my head, again. No barriers were between us and there never would be again. Eli and I were one, together, always. He saw me, the real me, and was not afraid of what he saw. I looked at the real Eli and loved him even more as a result. I wondered why I had been so reluctant to show him the real Athena because after having seen me, he felt closer to me.

He moved from the top of me and allowed me to curl up under his hair, warm and safe. His arm encircled my shoulder and I draped an arm across his waist. I drew in a deep breath, filling my nostrils with vanilla and cinnamon. We slept.