Athena x Nike

#69 * Lilac Sheets Of Satin

Based on 'Lila lakens van satijn' by Gers Pardoel. (Litteraly translated the title means lilac sheets of satin. For those interested, this is a Dutch song).

You know I had to make #69 a smut story. I'm sorry. I couldn't resist. If this is not your thing that is completely fine, just scroll on.

- Athena

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Athena hated fighting with Nike. They were both relentless with words and always wanted to be right. But the rougher the battle, the sweeter the victory of being together once more.

Even though fighting with her wife must be one of the worst things, the aftermath was one of the most beautiful.

The wisdom goddess took a deep breath as she stood in front of the door. She was about to swallow her pride and apologize for the words she said in anger, but had never meant. For a second her hand hovered over the door, hesitant.

'You were right you know.' A voice in the back of her mind says.

Athena shook her head. Her pride was speaking back to her. No. She had been right from her point of view, but not in the bigger picture. A real woman could admit it when she was wrong.

She knocked and an angry hum let her know the angel was still not happy to see her. One last deep breath and the daughter of Zeus opened the door.

The opened door revealed Nike standing on the balcony, her back facing her wife. In her hand a glass of ruby red wine.

"Angel?"

Another angry hum. Behind her Nike heard the soft rustle of a dress, gliding across the floor. Accompanied by the soft stomp of boots on the wooden floor and the gentle tingle of jewelry.

She didn't want to but a small smile appeared. The only truly feminine thing about Athena was her love for jewelry. Yes, she wore a dress, but only because the Olympian council insisted on traditional clothing.

Nike could imagine the rings on her hands and the bracelets around her wrists. Even the fine necklaces she wore in layers around her neck.

By now the victory goddess' initial anger had slowly melted. But there was no need for Athena to know that just yet. She knew very well what followed if she kept this up for a bit longer. She'd earned a proper and loving apology.

The angel felt arms wrap around her waist. When she looked down she saw the familiar rings and bracelets.

"I'm sorry." Athena whispered in her ear.

"What was that?" The victory goddess' small smile grew a bit wider.

The wisdom goddess kissed the angel behind her ear.

"I'm sorry." She muttered a bit louder.

"I shouldn't have said what I said. I should've listened to you, because you were right. I just couldn't see it."

"Mhm... Is that so?" Nike questioned.

She felt Athena's head rest on her shoulder. Her breath tickled in her neck. It made her mind wander back inside the bedroom rather than out into the city she saw beneath her.

Athena's left hand slowly made it's way from Nike's waist past her lower abdomen and coming dangerously close to places she shouldn't be when standing in the open like this.

Her right hand traveled upwards. Following Nike's arm towards the glass of deep red wine in her hand. The wisdom goddess took the glass from her wife's hand and brought it to her own lips to take a sip.