Two Eyes Cenote [M] A call from Olympus, ringing off the hook

The spider had laid his honeyed web, and into it, she had waltzed, perhaps willingly, perhaps knowingly. She closed the distance between them.

I want the same thing we all do, he murmured, leaning up to rest on his elbow. Slowly, a hand took the thin black wrist to roll Legend onto her back, to hold her arm gently above her head. Fluidly, practiced, Machiavelli moved to lay above the woman, his chest pressed to hers, feeling the heartbeat beneath.

He held his weight on his other arm, hovering above the woman who had suggested making him fellahin.

Have you ever done anything like this, Legend?