Page 31 of Sett and his King
"Didn’t you just start making this?" I asked as he set one plate down in front of me, the steam rose from the plate, carrying the fragrant, mouthwatering aromas straight into my nose.
“You’re in a stegi, Your Majesty. We’re outside time and space, remember?”
I chuckled and got to work on the magnificent meal he’d prepared. It might not be much in volume and grandiosity, definitely not what I was used to, but he’d made everything with a deep love for the craft just for me, and that was better than any royal feast.
As expected, it tasted just as delicious as it smelled. The vegetables were stewed to perfection, the meat cooked to the right temperature that made it both delicious and tender and the rice was fluffy. The sauce sweet and salty at the same time, which somehow complimented all the flavors on the plate.
"This is delicious. Thank you so much!" I said.
He raised his glass by way of thanks and I picked up my own.
“To finding the scarab and ending Horus’s reign,” he said.
“To you!” I said because he deserved to be honored too.
He stopped before he managed to take a sip and stared at me, but if he had something to say, he didn't.
I watched him drink from his glass, watched his lips, plump and moist and I found it hard to breathe.
The way I’d saved him only moments ago with my very unconventional method came into mind. It hadn’t been a kiss and still it had felt…comforting. Quiet. Soothing to the ache that tortured my soul.
Even the memory of it now had that effect and I couldn’t, nor did I want to, stop it.
It should feel like betrayal. I should feel guilty for feeling like that for anyone but my late husband and yet…all I could feel was desire. Desire for this young witch who made my heart beat in such a wonderful rhythm that felt almost alien after thousands of years.
Maybe…
Maybe I didn't have to be alone anymore. Maybe this was a sign I didn’t have to spend the rest of my eternal life withdrawn from the most beautiful feeling in the world.
But Drew didn’t need me. He needed his freedom. He needed the ability to choose who he loved, who he served, who he was. He didn’t deserve this useless old god who’d spent his days rotting away in a self-exile of his own grief and mourning.
Even that realization didn’t make it possible for me to stop watching him, to stop dreaming.
Pfft. Dreaming.
How long since I’d done that?
"Right,” he said after a while and stood, picking up his empty plate. “I think I'll try and have a nap before I have to go to work. The house can show you to a guest room whenever you're ready. Make yourself at home.”
He put the dish in the sink and started to walk away, out of the kitchen and before I could think, before I could speak, before I could even understand what I was doing, I put my hand up and grabbed him by the arm.
He turned and looked at my fingers as if they were made of fire. He didn't say anything and neither did I, but I stood closer to him, matching him breath for breath, staring at his lips.
“Sett, what are you—” he whispered.
I kissed him.
I kissed him for real this time.
He tasted divine. There were hints of fruitiness and alcohol. But there was something else, something far more wonderful. It was an essence. An essence I hadn't felt since Ra.
I didn't know if it was the lack of another’s touch or if Drew really was special, and at that moment I didn't care. I just wanted more of him. I just wanted to taste all of him. Every inch of him. To have him and to be his and to let go.
And that was exactly what I did. I pulled him onto me, my hands sliding down to his ass cheeks. I squeezed them, pinning him against me, against my body, which came to life under his touch.
"I thought you said—" he managed to say when he escaped my lips.
"Forget what I said," I told him.
