Heart of Ra

He kept his back to her and sighed. She wanted proof and he had no choice but to give it to her. It was evident enough in her eyes that this was what she needed in order accept it all, that was clear. This wasn't how he wanted to show her but now he didn't have a choice. Taking a deep breath, he clenched his fists as the air around them crackled before he felt his hair lengthen on top of his shoulders and the heaviness of gold around his neck, wrists and waist. He heard Cleo's small intake of breath before turning around. Ra held back the urge to smirk at her open mouth expression.

“You're drooling.” Blinking a few times, she wiped st her mouth before scowling at him.

“Oh haha, you dick.” She stood up and walked towards him, only stopping inches away and taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, “this isn't possible.”

“To humans, it isn't but it's very much real.” He grabbed her hand and placed it on his bare chest as he took a step closer, “I'm real, no matter what form I take.”

“Ra...Ramses...what the hell do I even call you now?” He watched as a million expressions crossed her face but he couldn't help but smirk at her question.

“You can call me Ramses in front of others but I'd prefer you to call me Ra in bed.” She rolled her eyes as a smile played on her lips but it quickly vanished as she stepped back, taking her hand away as well. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He knew this was a lot to take in but he needed her just as much as she needed him whether or not she knew it.

“You can change back now.” She turned around and felt the air crackle around her before turning back and seeing Ra was back to being human. Cleo sighed. Now that she had the proof in front of her and seen it up close there was denying what he was and what she was apart of but there was one question that had been bothering her since her visit to her friend. As she sat back down and noticed he did too on the other chair that was facing her, she wasn't sure if she really wanted to know the answer.

“I know you have another question, nuri. Ask away.” She narrowed her eyes.

“Why do you keep calling me that?” He looked taken aback before chuckling.

“That wasn't the question I was expecting.”

“Ra.” She groaned and he chuckled.

“Alright, alright.” The smile never left his face as he leaned forward and placed his arms on his legs, “I call you nuri because you're a ball of fire whether you're pissed or passionate about what you're doing. And you're mine so you're my fire.”

“Bull. Fucking. Shit.” She grinded her teeth together and he narrowed his eyes that started glowing lightly, “I don't belong to anyone and that includes you.”

“I don't think you understand. You do belong to me and my mark on your arm proves it.”

Look here," she narrowed her eyes and pointed at finger at him, "this is a damn birthmark not something else and if I have to hear about it again from you or any other person I will gladly shove a boot in your ass." He smirked at her threat. If only she knew who she was dealing with.

Arrogant bastard of a god. Cleo wanted to wipe the smirk off his face. She got up from the chair and nearly collapsed as a throbbing sensation started between her legs and a moan escaped her lips as her eyes closed. The mark on her arm was tingling out of control as she clutched the arm of the chair, her knees wobbling.

“You do belong to me, nuri.” He whispered in her ear causing shivers to run down her spine. A gentle brush of his fingers against her mark made the need growing between her legs grow and she let out a louder moan, “I don't even have to touch you, just a simple thought and I can make you orgasm like there's no tomorrow. But I rather have you under me writhing in pleasure until you beg me to stop.” Oh god, she wanted that. She could feel her panties getting soaked and she tightened her legs together as if that would dull the ache. Suddenly it all stopped. Cleo let out a small whimper only to shake her head to recompose herself but the ache between her legs was still there. She glared at him over her shoulder then sighed. Who was she kidding? He practically proved to her that she was his and she was still fighting it. Hell, he proved a lot more than that a few minutes ago and she still seemed to be fighting all of this. She sunk to her knees, feeling completely defeated.

“You win.” Her voice came out as a whisper. Cleo felt his hand on her chin and gently lifted her face to look at his.

“Cleo, I didn't do that to make you think I was going to control you. In fact, I love the way you fight me. I enjoy you for you.” She gave her a gentle smile as his mismatched eyes glowed, “I just wanted to show you that the mark makes you mine. Its how its been… Well was back then. Cleopatra was the last one to bare a mark of a god.”

“Getting me horny was a point you had to prove?” He raised a brow at her growl and a smirk formed on his face before he nuzzled her neck, causing her to shiver. Damn this man.

“I can fix that for you, if you'd like. I wouldn't be a man of honor if I didn't finish pleasing you, now would I?” She gripped his hair and she felt the ache between her legs blossom into need once again. Damn this god! Pulling his face from her neck, she smashed her lips against his and kissed him with a need she never felt before. Oh he was so fixing this and then they were going to finish talking about everything else.