Back at our hut...

As Nadya carries me in her arms I am rocked back and forth by the motion of her steps. I feel her breasts press into my side with her every breath. I hear the steady beat of her heart in time with her steps. She's so warm, maybe I can just stay like this.

Sometime later, Nadya places down on her bed in our hut. I then feel her sit down beside me. Nadya’s hand touches my hair and pulls a stray lock gently behind my ear. I hear her halfheartedly laugh, "It's not fair you know".

I open my eyes and look up at her face and see something **** in her eyes. "What's not fair Nadya?"

"That you're still... -she breaks out a grin- this hot even after your transformation."

I let out a laugh, "That's what's bothering you?"

Nadya blushes and responds, "Yes, I thought that I'd be able to distance myself after you changed but you continue to bewitch me."

I laugh, "It's not like I'm doing it on purpose."

Nadya looks a bit flustered at my response, "That just makes it worse."

"How? I ask.

She rolls her eyes and smirks, "Well to start with you literally fell into my life, through personal incompetence. Then you play things straight when wanting to 'get-to-know' me better. And now that things are quite a bit less straight you've been taking it all as it comes. It's all..."

I blush, "It's hard to play games when you give Helen of Troy a run for her money."

She beams at the praise and says, "that's it though..."

Nadya pauses for a moment. She looks like she’s making a decision and then takes in a deep breath and asks, “Can I sing one of my favorite poems for your?”

I raise an eyebrow intrigued, “Sure I’d love to hear you sing.”

Then she sings the following:

By far surpassing mortals in beauty,
Left the best of all husbands

And sailed to Troy,
Mindful of neither her child
Nor her dear parents, but
With one glimpse she was seduced by Aphrodite.

I much prefer to see the lovely way she walks
And the radiant glance of her face
Than the war-chariots of the Trojains or
Their infantry in arms.

My breaths slow to the meter of her song as she sings. I am frozen in silence, a delicate flame runs from my fluttering chest to the tips of my fingers. I don't have any room left for doubt, my mind fully entranced by the woman in front of me. In spite of my recent sexual experiences I am still greener than the grass when it comes to the emotions I am feeling.

Nadya finishes her song and looks me over with a warm smile, "She was the first story of our kind of love. The scholars all talk about what Odysseus, Achilles and Agamemnon wanted. But never Helen."

My throat is dry but I manage to ask, "What do you want?"

She responds, "For an ally in love’s battle. Whether you are Adonis or Anactoria, I want you, today and every tomorrow afterwards."

I smash my lips against hers as I tackle her. We tumble off the bed into a mess on the floor and rational thought momentarily gone. My eyes are wet and I feel a warmth in my chest that transcends our earlier activities. Desperately, my tongue enters her mouth attempting to praise its earlier singing. As we make out I look past her and get an idea...

Author's Note: Poem stanzas taken from Sappho.