Author: Dawn

Rating: mildly NC-17

Pairing: just read it.. I don't want to give it away.

Summary: A certain someone gets caught paying a sleeping Harmonia a visit.

Note: Just a tiny snippet I came up with in the shower the other day. Don't ask, it's probably better that way. This is also in response to my own 'A Touch of Strange' challenge.

Archive: Yup. But I don’t know if I honestly want to be remembered for this.

A Midsummer Nights Visit

A dark figure walked silently down the hall pausing before one door. "Humph." It snorted. 'What was so special about her anyway? She might be kinda pretty, but that still doesn't excuse why everyone seems to want her. The little hussy.' Despite the raven-haired deity's disgust, it had to admit to personal loneliness.

The door slowly slid open and a faint glow of hallway candles cascaded upon the young goddess' naked form. 'So innocent.' The deity thought. 'Daddy's little girl alright.' She was beautiful, nearly rivaling her mother. The figure drew closer to her as she slept.

A single hand ran through the golden hair sprawled across the pillow and proceeded to trace the outline of her jaw. 'Captivating.' The same hand glided along her ivory flesh finding the soft supple breasts. The young goddess' lip quivered as a finger circled her nipple. 'Oh you like that do you?' The figure laughed lightly. 'Then how about this.' The figure's hand left her breasts and slipped down to the warmth between her legs.

Instinctively she spread her legs for it. She was still sleeping as the fingers caressed the soft mound. 'What dreams she must be having.' The deity thought as the sleeping goddess' breathing rushed. 'Harmonia, as much as I hate to be left cold turkey as well, I fear if I continue you may awaken.' The deity moved its face to her. 'And I simply cannot have that.' That was the pure truth. No one could know that this woman had succeeded to turn the figure on. Leaning in, the figure's lips met with the goddess'.

"Mother?" Strife called from behind, confused. The figure stood abruptly. "What were you doing?"

Discord hissed and turned around. She faced her son angrily. "You didn't see anything. RIGHT?" Her hand was at his throat.

"Right." He swallowed hard as she dropped him and stormed off.