resplendence, chapter 2:
She smirked at him, pleased despite her own breathlessness. “Running away, my lord?” teased, resting her weight on one hip as her legs partly unfolded. She watched his eyes follow her, and felt her smirk grow even wider. It was intoxicating, knowing that the smallest movements of her body had such an effect on him. “Not at all,” he said, lifting a hand to his chest innocently. “I simply needed to be sure that the water was a comfortable temperature for you.” Andromeda blinked once, unsure how much of that statement had been in jest, and how much had been truth. He laughed, reading her face. “It is hot because I willed to be,” he explained, stepping closer to the edge of the pool. “But hot for me and hot for you are not likely the same, so I had to be sure I would not scald you before I dragged you in.” Andromeda lifted her brow in challenge. “Drag me?” she repeated archly. “I have the high ground, Perseus.” “So you have,” he agreed pleasantly. Something warm and heavy wrapped around one of Andromeda's ankles, and she thought it was his hand until she looked down and saw only the glisten of water. “But rivers carry even the highest ground to the sea.” Frowning, Andromeda squinted down at her ankle. Had he directed a stream of water to splash her there? Experimentally, she went to lift it, to shake the droplets off…and found that she could not move, the weight of the water pinning her leg to the stone. She gasped, eyes widening, but before she could really do more than squirm, the heaviness disappeared, and she could yank her leg free. “How did you do that?” she asked, amazed. Pulling her ankle up toward her face, she examined it, fascinated. There were no marks on her skin, no redness - only a bit of dampness from where the water had clung. He chuckled softly. “I have told you. The water obeys me,” he said simply, stretching out an invitational hand toward her. “As you hope I might?” she asked, letting her ankle join its pair in a more conventional sitting position, legs dangling out over the edge of the pool. Perseus smiled at her - this time with unguarded sweetness rather than subtle wickedness. “I hope,” he confirmed quietly. “That you wish to share this bath with me as much as I wish to share it with you.”



















