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S through Z › Troy
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
2
Views:
2,672
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Troy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Fiercest Love
Title: Fiercest Love
Author: CaityBear (cherishohlordy@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine! Don't sue!
Archive: Yeah... whatever you want.
Author's Note: This story stemmed from a thought I had that morphed into a plot bunny who then held me hostage until I started writing this. Just a side note: any paragraph that's in italic's is a flash back.
Odysseus hated Troy more than any man had even hated a city. He hated Agamemnon for forcing himre, re, Paris for being stupid enough to take another man's wife, Helen for having run off, Hector for indulging his brother, Priam for not sending the whore home, and Menelaus for being unable to keep his wife in his bed. But above all he hated Agamemnon. It had been Agamemnon who had brought him there, refusing to let Odysseus stay content in Ithaca... to watch his baby son, Telemachus, grow... to lay beside his beautiful wife every night.
Of all the things Odysseus missed, Penelope was what he could not live without. Every free moment was devoted to her, to remembering how her smile could raise the sun, the way her hair always smelled like the ocean, how her skin forever tasted of honey. The memories of his wife trickled through Odysseus to the point that he was sure he would go mad without her. His every breath was for her, every man that he killed was to bring him closer to going home to his wife. He could remember how she had wept and begged him not to go.
Penelope refused to stop crying, curled up in the fetal position on the bed she and Odysseus shared as her sobs tore through her husbands heart. "Penelope... darling... I will be safe. I will be riding beside Achilles, darling. No man could be safer than while fighting beside such a great Greek warrior. The GREATEST Greek Warrior." He said, kneeling beside their bed as he reached to stroke Penelope's soft black hair. "You could be safer if you stayed here with me and Telemachus. Please, beloved, I am begging you not to leave." Penelope said, throwing her arms about his neck. "We can leave... go wheramemamemnon will never find us. I do not need to be the queen of Ithaca. I do not need jewels, servants, riches, or a palace. All I need is to have you here with me." His wife's tearful pleas tore through Odysseus's heart and, as he wrapped his arms tightly around his wife's waist, he considered for a second to agreeing to Penelope's plan. But instead he loosened his grip on his wife and gave her one light kiss before pulling her arms from around his neck. He turned and left their bedroom, unable to stay another moment without fearing that he would never be able to leave her. Climbing onto his horse he glanced back slightly at the palace as he began to ride away and felt his heart nearly pull apart as he heard the anguished cries of his wife.
Odysseus could remember every last second of the final moments he spent with his wife and wished during every single moment that he was away from Penelope that he had agreed to pack their things and leave Ithaca. He would have had no material wealth, but his wife and son would have been by his side. "Thinking of your beautiful wife again?" a voice asked from behind him and, without turning around, Odysseus nodded. "Is it that easy to see?" he asked, turning his head slightly so that he was looking at Achilles as he moved to sit beside Odysseus. "A man would be hard pressed not to know whom you were thinking of." Achilles laughed, holding out a tin cup of what smelled like a sweet wine. Shaking his head Odysseus pushed the cup away with one hand, causing Achilles to laugh. "You truly are sick with want for your wife if you refuse such a fine Trojan wine so that you might have a clear mind to think of her." Odysseus could not argue with that and, rather than attempt a conversation, he allowed his mind to wander to Penelope once more. He was finally brought back to reality when Achilles clapped him gently on the shoulder. "You, my friend," he said, smiling at Odysseus "fight for the nobelist thing because you fight for the chance to go home and make love to your wife.” Rising from where he had sat just moments before, Achilles offered Odysseus another knowing smile before walking to his tent on his own part of the beach, leaving Odysseus to his daydreams.
"WAI"WAIT!" The voice came loud and clear as Odysseus rode away from his home for what would be the last time for a long time. Turning his head, Odysseus could see Penelope running after him, her dress dirtied with dust and torn on the rocks that lay on the road. Dismounting in half a moment, Odysseus took two steps and held his wife in his arms. "I love you." She murmured, burying her face into his chest as her shoulders heaved with sobs. "I am sorry that I could not be the proper wife that should see you off while shedding a single tear, but I cannot do that." Penelope said, lifting her face so that she could look into his eyes. "When you go Troy you will take with you half of my heart and I will not feel love again until you return." She said, tears streaking her cheeks. Odysseus could take this no further without having Penelope know that he felt as much pain as she did in his leaving. Grasping his arms tightly around his wife's waist, Odysseus pressed his lips to hers. He meant the kiss to be gentle, but it grew urgent and passionate almost immediately. Their lips pressed desperately as their hands roamed over each other's bodies, igniting their wants. "Odysseus... I need you." Penelope whispered against his lips as she tugged imploringly at him. "I need you... please." She said again and Odysseus could not help but...
"ODYSSEUS!" this voice was loud and demanding, pulling Odysseus from the only Penelope he could have now. It was Agamemnon, the most hated of all those who brought him to Troy. Rising from where he sat, Odysseus walked slowly, purposely dragging his feet until he reached Agamemnon's tent. "Lost in your thoughts again?" the king asked, sounding somewhat smug as though Odysseus's thoughts were something Agamemnon was privy to. "No, my lord, simply thinking of battle tactics." He lied. *Win your war and let me go home to my wife* he thought, only half listening as Agamemnon spoke for once again his thoughts went to Penelope.
Author's Note: Now that you've read this let me know what you think, because if it's trite unreadable crap then I'll delete it and won't bother finishing the rest of it.
Author: CaityBear (cherishohlordy@hotmail.com)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Not mine! Don't sue!
Archive: Yeah... whatever you want.
Author's Note: This story stemmed from a thought I had that morphed into a plot bunny who then held me hostage until I started writing this. Just a side note: any paragraph that's in italic's is a flash back.
Odysseus hated Troy more than any man had even hated a city. He hated Agamemnon for forcing himre, re, Paris for being stupid enough to take another man's wife, Helen for having run off, Hector for indulging his brother, Priam for not sending the whore home, and Menelaus for being unable to keep his wife in his bed. But above all he hated Agamemnon. It had been Agamemnon who had brought him there, refusing to let Odysseus stay content in Ithaca... to watch his baby son, Telemachus, grow... to lay beside his beautiful wife every night.
Of all the things Odysseus missed, Penelope was what he could not live without. Every free moment was devoted to her, to remembering how her smile could raise the sun, the way her hair always smelled like the ocean, how her skin forever tasted of honey. The memories of his wife trickled through Odysseus to the point that he was sure he would go mad without her. His every breath was for her, every man that he killed was to bring him closer to going home to his wife. He could remember how she had wept and begged him not to go.
Penelope refused to stop crying, curled up in the fetal position on the bed she and Odysseus shared as her sobs tore through her husbands heart. "Penelope... darling... I will be safe. I will be riding beside Achilles, darling. No man could be safer than while fighting beside such a great Greek warrior. The GREATEST Greek Warrior." He said, kneeling beside their bed as he reached to stroke Penelope's soft black hair. "You could be safer if you stayed here with me and Telemachus. Please, beloved, I am begging you not to leave." Penelope said, throwing her arms about his neck. "We can leave... go wheramemamemnon will never find us. I do not need to be the queen of Ithaca. I do not need jewels, servants, riches, or a palace. All I need is to have you here with me." His wife's tearful pleas tore through Odysseus's heart and, as he wrapped his arms tightly around his wife's waist, he considered for a second to agreeing to Penelope's plan. But instead he loosened his grip on his wife and gave her one light kiss before pulling her arms from around his neck. He turned and left their bedroom, unable to stay another moment without fearing that he would never be able to leave her. Climbing onto his horse he glanced back slightly at the palace as he began to ride away and felt his heart nearly pull apart as he heard the anguished cries of his wife.
Odysseus could remember every last second of the final moments he spent with his wife and wished during every single moment that he was away from Penelope that he had agreed to pack their things and leave Ithaca. He would have had no material wealth, but his wife and son would have been by his side. "Thinking of your beautiful wife again?" a voice asked from behind him and, without turning around, Odysseus nodded. "Is it that easy to see?" he asked, turning his head slightly so that he was looking at Achilles as he moved to sit beside Odysseus. "A man would be hard pressed not to know whom you were thinking of." Achilles laughed, holding out a tin cup of what smelled like a sweet wine. Shaking his head Odysseus pushed the cup away with one hand, causing Achilles to laugh. "You truly are sick with want for your wife if you refuse such a fine Trojan wine so that you might have a clear mind to think of her." Odysseus could not argue with that and, rather than attempt a conversation, he allowed his mind to wander to Penelope once more. He was finally brought back to reality when Achilles clapped him gently on the shoulder. "You, my friend," he said, smiling at Odysseus "fight for the nobelist thing because you fight for the chance to go home and make love to your wife.” Rising from where he had sat just moments before, Achilles offered Odysseus another knowing smile before walking to his tent on his own part of the beach, leaving Odysseus to his daydreams.
"WAI"WAIT!" The voice came loud and clear as Odysseus rode away from his home for what would be the last time for a long time. Turning his head, Odysseus could see Penelope running after him, her dress dirtied with dust and torn on the rocks that lay on the road. Dismounting in half a moment, Odysseus took two steps and held his wife in his arms. "I love you." She murmured, burying her face into his chest as her shoulders heaved with sobs. "I am sorry that I could not be the proper wife that should see you off while shedding a single tear, but I cannot do that." Penelope said, lifting her face so that she could look into his eyes. "When you go Troy you will take with you half of my heart and I will not feel love again until you return." She said, tears streaking her cheeks. Odysseus could take this no further without having Penelope know that he felt as much pain as she did in his leaving. Grasping his arms tightly around his wife's waist, Odysseus pressed his lips to hers. He meant the kiss to be gentle, but it grew urgent and passionate almost immediately. Their lips pressed desperately as their hands roamed over each other's bodies, igniting their wants. "Odysseus... I need you." Penelope whispered against his lips as she tugged imploringly at him. "I need you... please." She said again and Odysseus could not help but...
"ODYSSEUS!" this voice was loud and demanding, pulling Odysseus from the only Penelope he could have now. It was Agamemnon, the most hated of all those who brought him to Troy. Rising from where he sat, Odysseus walked slowly, purposely dragging his feet until he reached Agamemnon's tent. "Lost in your thoughts again?" the king asked, sounding somewhat smug as though Odysseus's thoughts were something Agamemnon was privy to. "No, my lord, simply thinking of battle tactics." He lied. *Win your war and let me go home to my wife* he thought, only half listening as Agamemnon spoke for once again his thoughts went to Penelope.
Author's Note: Now that you've read this let me know what you think, because if it's trite unreadable crap then I'll delete it and won't bother finishing the rest of it.