Hey, Little Songbird

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She woke up in the middle of his large bed. She got up, taking a shower. She grabbed a white towel wondering about the very large house until she found it.

The bathroom was well stocked, with unopened toiletries. She smiled. Very like him.

His room. It just screamed him.

She swallowed opening the door. It was tidy, almost unlived in. She went into the closet, taking a white shirt.

She put it to her nose. She smiled, putting it on very carefully, looking in the mirror, hanging the shirt of her shoulder a bit.

She wandered around the house. Why had he brought her here instead of her house anyway?

"You're up," his voice thundered behind her.

She jumped, turning around.

He stood shirtless, his body glistening with sweat, grey sweatpants hanging lowly on his hips. His hair was a pony tail, a towel in his hand.

She licked her lips.

"Mr. Hades..." she whispered, stepping toward him.

He cocked his head. "Do you remember anything from last night?"

She nodded slowly, stopping in front of him.

"I'm sorry for borrowing your shirt. Do you want it back," she whispered.

His lips quirked up. "Still trying time seduce me?"

"I never said I gave up. But...I do value your friendship. So if you want me to—"

"Are you hungry?" He interrupted. "Rena took your shift today."

"Yes, Adrian. I'll cook if you'd like?"

He nodded. "Help yourself. I just finished working out, so I'll go take a shower."

She smiled. "Okay." She stared after him as he went into his room.

With a sigh, she went into his kitchen looking in his fridge.

"Does he have anything that's not vegetables," she murmured, examining every drawer.

All vegetables. Not even the good ones. Carrots, and kale.

Ew.

He reached past her, grabbing a carrot. "I'm guessing you don't want anything I have huh?"

She looked up at him. "Are feeding rabbits?"

"No, I have a six pack. And carrots, keep it there," He chuckled, biting into the carrot. "You really are a greedy little thing."

"There's a phone over there, if you want to order something," he said, walking into the living room. "My treat. Let me know when you want to leave."

He sighed, stretching.

She followed him, ordering McDonalds on her phone.

"Why didn't you take me home?" She asked.

He blinked. "I forgot where you lived."

She blinked back, before bursting into laughter.

"Mr. Hades are you an innocent man or are you something else?"

"Can't I be both?" He chuckled, plopping down on his couch.

She sat down beside him. He glanced over at her.

"Are you staying here?" He asked after a while.

She let his shirt hang off his shoulders. "Can't I?"

He quirked a brow, undoing his pony tail.

"I guess so. If you'd like."

She put her feet in his lap. He allowed her to.

"Mr. Hades—"

"Ophelia," he mused. "Sing me a song."

"A song sir?"

His lips quirked up. "A song. That's why I wanted you. As a songbird. Sing for me."

"Anything in particular?"

He shook his head, closing his eyes. "Whatever you'd like." He said lowly.

"My lover's got humor
She's the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody's disapproval
I should've worshiped her sooner

He opened his eyes slightly, examining her face with a smirk.

If the Heavens ever did speak
She is the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday's getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
"We were born sick", you heard them say it

She'd really take any chance to seduce wouldn't she?

She opened her eyes, meeting his. He swallowed.

My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, "Worship in the bedroom"
The only Heaven I'll be sent to
Is when I'm alone with you

I was born sick, but I love it

Command me to be well
Amen, Amen, Amen
Take me to church
I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife—

He grabbed her, pulling her in. She paused, her lungs devoid of air for a moment.

He looked between her hooded eyes, narrowing his own.

He moved in, putting his lips on hers gently. He pulled back, looking away.

"That's no enough is it, greedy song bird?" He whispered.

She shook her head.

He sighed. "I thought not."

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