The Flame & The Phoenix - All The Gods Among Us - Part 1 & 2

Part One ~ 1 - Reclamation

 Another evening in the club, Bar 7, her favorite local dive that somehow attracted all the rich ones from mid-twenties to thirties. Truly it was the closest dark atmosphere type bar that played good music, had copious amounts of both men and women but kept it very low key in the area.  All the rest of the clubs or bars in the area were over formal, had a line of waiting people anticipating being “chosen” to enter and spend their money.  Bar 7 was favored for its concrete painted floors, ceilings that were no more than beams and pipes, gifting laid back industrial vibes. If you were to sit back in your chair and look up at the ceiling, you would see huge black metal boxes suspended over head with large silver pipes coming out from them in several directions. There was no solid ceiling or tiles to over the structural look of the place, and that was one of its sought after charms.  This place was nothing special, not flashy and modern but always busy.

   No real friends, just Katt hanging out near the bar and all those faces she knew for endless nights and long weekends.  School and work had taken a toll and tonight she was in a drinking mood. Rarely, if ever, did Katt set out to get drunk but after a failed attempt at gaining a promotion and a less than average grade on her semester exam, she was ready for some mind numbing peace. 

  The music was heavy guitar, darkened cadences with hidden undertones of a dance pulse barely just begun. It pulled at Katt’s soul triggering her to get lost in the rhythmic movements as one after another the shots of Vodka, cranberry and peach schnapps disappeared into her being.  The blithely lit spaces around her caused a sensation of need and want for more than her current life offered. This place had a magic about it, a way of making one feel empowered and fearless. Bar 7 invoked the spirit of s*x, love, drink, fun and mystery in one place. It called to Katt’s soul reaching the most secreted parts of her being. It touched the essence of her core and beckoned it to be freed.

She needed laughter, touch, heat, wanting and all the things a sensual being craved. The lack of love and meaning in her muted experience of this life thus far seemed to snuff out the magical air she once held tight and close but let burn within freely. Katt had always been able to hear and see the passed on souls of this once earthly plane.  Her intuition was so fierce, there were moments she could hear another person’s soul calling her with stories of past times and futures to come. It was hard to swallow, all consuming and exhausting, which is why Katt snubbed it as much as possible. Her heart wanted to be free and normal, not singular and haunted.  

Her translucent cerulean eyes scanned the room. Pausing at the couple osculating in breathlessness at a table not too far away, she slid off the bar stool and leaned her back against the bar watching their love making by lips. Each movement, each breath, each time their lips touched and released she could feel the heat of desire and wanting radiating. 

Leaning back on her elbows, she propped up to hold herself steady after countless shots so hastily. Her raven hair lay softly around her face and fell softly about her shoulders. It touched her freckled pale skin showing a vision of beautifully kept youth.  Her womanly, rounded figure held ample breasts, full hips and thighs and a slightly inset waist. She chose her clothes wisely. Her choice for the evening was bootcut black jeans, mid-rise and two tanks. The underneath tank top was turquoise and the top was black. Her boots were black suede with a stacked sole and two and half inch heels. Her figure wasn’t that of a supermodel but more of the women of olden lust, hourglass figured, firm but full and definitely something to be admired by men who truly craved a real woman of substance to hold.  While she was quite striking in her own right it was her lucid blue eyes, jet black layered shoulder length hair and just the right amount of t**s and ass to keep a man smiling and happy for days on end that was a breathtaking combination. The s****l need and desire that oozed as she swayed from side to side with the tempo was emanating wildly throughout the room in waves.  

Warmth filled her as the alcohol started to reconcile and relax her uptight and taxing day, into the void. She stared so long at the couple making out they seemed to feel her gaze and stopped long enough to look her way. Quickly turning her eyes to the right she caught glimpse of the Alpha male group playing darts half a room away.  They were each gorgeous in their own right. Some of the were muscled to the point of looking they would pop if you merely scraped them with a fingernail and others were slimly toned like agile athletes. There were a few blondes, a few brunettes but the coal black haired and emerald eyed man laughing heartily, caused her breath to pause.  He was truly that of which romance book covers were made and coveted by millions of lonely, horny women all over the world. Each muscle was a lyrical movement of time barely used, regarded with devotion and utterly erotic in its own way. His skin was lightly tanned as if not by the sun but heritage and lineage. He was truly the epitome of a Greek Demigod. She watched him move, watched him take a drink, watched him simply take in a breath.  The way his body reacted to each action was astonishingly erotic and consuming. It was as if her soul suddenly latched onto his and connected with a fierceness she had never encountered.

Intensely, her mind traveled to a breeze blowing open his button down black silk shirt revealing the chiseled chest and abs of one who truly cared for his every inch to be perfection. Her mind fully collapsed into the snare of uncontrollable desire. The bar disappeared from her sightline. Suddenly, they were transported to a lakeside cabin, with the full moon hanging high overhead.  The intense look in his eyes gave shiver to her repose. The way he walked towards her was a cat heeding its prey cautiously. She could see a hunger in his eyes she had never envisioned meant solely for her. He licked his lips lightly as the green in his eyes seemed to dance like flickering flames. Each ripple of muscle as he closed in on her was a song of lust her most womanly parts followed with objective.

  His left hand slid across the small of her back and he bent down caressing her cheek with his lips and light kissed.  His near six foot five height to her five foot four was intimidating. His large muscles and size made her feel small and dainty for the first time in her life.  Her breath halted as the anticipation of his lips reaching hers culminated in a taste of spiced honey, she only read about in erotica novels. Deliberately their lips met as the soft rain began to fall about them.  The erogenous touch of warm rain and his heated lips created a wetness she couldn’t contain any longer. The more he released her lips and delved back in for each kiss, her breath grew heavier. His scent was consuming, his hands firmly grasped her ass and lifted.  Her legs wrapping around his waist as he pressed her against the wall. The feel of his hardened manhood pulsing as if calling her wetness to quench its thirst. The feel of his skin was as silken as the opened, hanging shirt she flung from his arms to the ground below. Hardened n*****s brushed against his heated chest through her clothes. She could feel the passion her touch created in him. It was as if she was his weakness and each skin on skin contact encouraged his hunger to rise. Their lips met and caressed again and again. His hands were rough and harsh but with so much passion she could feel his need for her in just a touch. Exploring her ass, her back and every inch of skin they could find in his hand roaming escapade. 

His lips reached the crevice of her neck and shoulder planting a tongue flickering kiss right on her sweet spot. Her body shivered and she could feel the need to orgasm from just that graze.  Rocking her hips forward, he met her in time with small thrusts. She kissed right under his jawline on his neck under his left ear. The guttural moan instigated a heavy thrust into her already wet throbbing womanhood.  The electrical shock of desire threw her head back with a gasp of plea for release from her clothing. She wanted him inside her more than anything at that moment. 

  Her gasp was so real, so loud, she woke herself from the revelry of dreams she had fallen into moments ago.  Her eyes focused and she realized the song had changed, the people around had moved to sit at tables and visit other friends, even the hot and heavy make out couple had left from the table in front of her. No doubt they had found a darker quieter space to explore the sensations of longing they both hinted at with their necking.  

How long has she been in that moment? How long had her damn mind been out in the netherworld dreaming of something she would never have? Unexpectedly a deeper toned, s*x phone voice spoke from her left.

“Excuse me doll, your pocket has been lit up and singing that same song for a few minutes now. I realize it is none of my business but I believe someone is really trying to get a hold of you in desperation. Not to mention that song is annoying as hell repeatedly.” 

His smile was gorgeous, his pale green eyes, ethereal and haunted. His hair was light chestnuts dancing in a sea of natural golden sun-gilded highlights. His locks were shoulder length and layered creating a sexy look of a Deity many women would worship, regularly.  This form leaning casually on the bar next to her was shaped as if athletics were his passion. Each curve and line of his ridiculously golden tanned physique showed the painstaking time he must have worked with weights and healthy eating to keep it such faultlessness. His nose was impeccably Grecian in shape and his virile jawline, seamless as if carved from marble. The hint of light stubble formed a haphazard goatee and light jawline beard contour. There didn’t seem to be an imperfection underneath the navy fitted tee or his faded blue jeans and leather military type boots. Each muscle line of his six pack, arms, shoulder and back could be distinguished through the light cotton fabric. The smokiness of his voice took its time sinking into Katt’s already sexually electrified consciousness. Feeling herself fall back into the realm of impassioned s****l fantasies, Katt cleared her throat and shifted from one foot to the other.

“Oh s**t sorry. I was thinking about something and my mind wandered for a minute it seems.” Katt smiled and pulled the phone from her back pocket to see fifteen missed calls and four missed texts from her bestie, Le’Ann.

“Mmhmm, thinking about something” his eyes flickered to the raven locked Demigod across the room, “sometimes what we see isn’t all there is to behold.  Sometimes our soul doesn’t know everything that we truly desire.” 

Katt looked at this man blankly, not knowing what to say or how to respond. Should she respond by asking what he meant and look like an ass or act innocent and stupid? Her choices were minimal and she was uncomfortable. While Katt wished for the heated touch of a man as gorgeous as this one or the Demigod across the room, she knew with her non-model like body type and her short height of five foot four, rarely did striking males or their jealous chestnut haired rivals go for her type. 

“I…” her phone rang again playing Blur, song 2 again.

He looked at her raising a brow with a slight smirk as she quickly answered the phone.

“Le’Ann? s**t sorry, the phone was in my back pocket and I was… preoccupied for a moment. Where you at?” Katt looked up and the chestnut haired model had started off across the room. 

“Holy hell Katt I thought something had happened to you! I am about to walk in the door. I see you,” the phone clicked.

Katt watched her best friend, her only real friend, walking slowly towards her with a smile. Le’Ann was beautiful. Blonde, half bottle and half natural, well-endowed and had legs that were unimaginably sexy and shapely. While Katt wouldn’t call her a supermodel she was so beautiful inside and out that men’s heads turned. If they were blessed enough to get to speak with her, Le’Ann would charm them with her wit and candor. All over again the men would fall in love. It was her way and they bought into it, hook, line and sinker. She was my best friend and I was utterly jealous of her in many ways but so very thankful she would always have my back and love me like a sister until we were no longer breathing on this earth.  

She had chosen clothes wisely as well this evening, as well. Short mini black skirt, thigh high stockings, buckled boots and a fitted black t-shirt with low V-neck.  Le’Ann had her hair half twisted up and half unsystematically falling about her face and neck. It was just enough to be enticingly sexy and still look maintained but wild. She was an enigma. 

“There you are sexy friend!” her arms flew around my neck and hugged like we hadn’t seen each other only yesterday.

As we hugged I looked across the room to see the Alpha males laughing and clicking beers together in dirty laughter as if the best s*x joke ever told had just transpired. Katt noticed her momentary fantasy Demigod was looking in her direction while speaking to the chestnut haired Divinity whom had just been standing near her. They had a look about them both, as if they were related but the harshness of the dark and light hair differences kept anyone from making the connection.  Their eyes, oh their eyes, so haunting, so green, so otherworldly. They both caught gaze directly with hers, it was if the three of them were momentarily stunned and the only people in the room. She felt a heat rise from her core. Their eyes seemed to shift into lit fires flickering her name repeatedly as the heat from them bore a hole right into her soul. Her feminine recesses started to pulse and throb. Her face flushed and she redirected her focus to the best friend and need for another shot of anything.

“Alright my gorgeous friend, what are we drinking to get drunk tonight? I need it!”

The shock on LeAnn’s face was evident. Katt never asked to be drunk. 

“You want drunk? We can do that but we better call a cab for sure tonight. Cuz I am feeling the need to be plastered with you, sister! Maybe we can even find you a make-out worthy man for a little while tonight?”

“Le’Ann, I said drunk not reckless and stupid.” Katt laughed, her buzz still standing firm from previous shots.

“But if you wanted to help me have a real fantasy one day I would take any of the Alphas in the corner over there. Mmhmm… the things I could think up to try and do with them would be endless. I would have to know how every fissure and inch tastes, how if felt…how it made my body…. Whew…ok never mind. Bar Keep hit us hard with something hot and sassy” She slapped her palm a few times on the bar.

The bartender during the week was always the same. He was Sanders, the extraordinary mixologist of Bar 7 and he was happily married to the sweetest, kindest, ugliest chic in the bar. It was almost humorous. He was handsome, well put together and the only thing Katt could surmise is she was a hellcat in bed or he was blind. Not being catty or rude but there had to be a really good reason for the pairing. They never touched, never kissed and rarely interacted. Yet he was adamantly in love with her and would say so whenever a newbie would come into the bar and hit on him with no reservation.  Sanders slid four shots of some magical mixture towards Le’Ann and Katt. The little shot glasses had a greenish blue liquid glowing within.

“Here you go ladies. Compliments of some gentleman from earlier. He said to put you on his tab for the night and not tell you who he was…”

“Well hell yeahs Katt! Who did you do when I wasn’t here???” Le’Ann laughed heartily and Katt slapped her arm for the insinuation.

Katt was curious and scanned the room as she threw back her first free shot quickly. She looked over every inch of the bar.  She didn’t see any of her regular drink buyers there, she didn’t see much of anyone she really knew at all. Her eyes slid past the Alphas. They were all standing, sipping drinks and throwing darts as their voices grew louder. Thank the Maker she was no longer being stared at by the two Godlike ones.  She looked around again and suddenly her face was flushing, her body relaxed and the song that started over the speakers hit her deep in the soul. Finishing off the second shot she headed over to the small dance area. It wasn’t crowded but not empty either. She felt the sweet sexy motions of the bass and guitars as her body moved in time with the music like it was making love to the radio waves pulsing around her form.  Le’Ann ordered two more shots and smiled saying to herself as she watched her best friend relax more than normal.

“Work it out Katt.  You deserve to be unencumbered and free.”

Le’Ann scanned the bar and checked her watch. Ten thirty-four.  The bar had started to fill up further and more familiar, regular faces started to show up.  Le’Ann had been coming to this bar for nearly three years. Only in the last eight months had she talked Katt into joining her. It took Katt a long time to get comfortable in new places.  Le’Ann knew why, she knew of Katt’s gifts and how much people had an effect on her subconscious mind. This was why Katt rarely drank much at all. The more relaxed she became, it seemed the more the cosmos spoke to her through other people’s souls.  While Le’Ann was a sensitive in her own right. She could read Tarot, got intuitive feelings from miles away if any one she knew was in trouble and sometimes could have prophetic dreams. She knew it was nothing like the impact of seeing spirits like Katt did daily.  They rarely talked about it anymore, they rarely discussed the supernatural and the possibilities of magic still existing, of which they both believed it still did, just in muted tones. 

Le’Ann watched Katt let go, to let her surroundings devour her existence. She knew the only thing her friend truly needed was more socialism, more life, more love and something to tie together all the gifts she was bestowed from the powers that be.  She knew not how to attain these things for her best friend and soul sister but was determined to help her find them, and soon. Turning to Sanders, Le’Ann ordered two buttery n****e shots for herself. She liked the taste of them, warm, enticing and like a lick or forbidden kiss from one of the men in women’s unfathomable fantasies.  The warmth of the liquid, as it slid down inside, was as if the heat created when a forbidden kiss and touch slid across her skin. Closing her eyes, she took the first shot and let it consume her fantasies with warmth.