Let's Play Twenty Questions

The purple haired goddess stopped walking and looked at her wife. Taking Zarda’s hand, she gently kissed each of her fingertips. It was a gentle calming motion that Circe sometimes did when she needed to remember how things actually were and that it wasn’t Zarda she was mad at, it was herself. “I’m sorry,” she finally said after a few quiet moments. “Please, you know how I am. If you see… if you notice that I’m not acting like myself or I start forgetting myself and become overwhelmed by my powers, please… please, you have my permission to slap sense into me as hard as you can.” She hoped it wouldn’t come to that. When Circe was reborn or given her immortality or whatever it was, her magic had increased, but with it she also disciplined herself and studied more, intending to not repeat the same mistakes she had made prior to her first death.

She didn’t feel any different with the power of Zeus in her, unlike with Hecate’s power. With that, she felt an instant increase in ability and magic. It vibrated inside of her, like a living thing, and increased with each use. Zeus made her more confident and absolute in her power, but nothing more than that. Circe knew she could stretch her hand out and smite her enemies with lightning, but she didn’t feel the need to. They would cower from her thunder alone. That bit of assuredness made the goddess content. Which naturally didn’t last long.

She had only just turned away, intending to learn all she could about Olympus’ secrets, when Zarda doubled over in pain, surrounded by an angelic entity and a blinding light. Circe screamed and ran towards her, but time seemed to slow or something, perhaps the entity, prevented her from reaching Zarda in time. She had never seen the thing before, but it looked familiar and the goddess’ mind raced as she tried to place its nature. Once the change was complete, Circe realized what had happened by recognizing the symbol on Zarda’s chest. She had seen it before on a few heroes. Very briefly, but she had seen it. “White Lantern…” she whispered. Zarda looked over her, past her, not acknowledging Circe in the least before taking off in a flash of light. She knew she couldn’t follow. Even without two added power sources, Zarda had always been faster than Circe when it came to flying. But while she could not follow, perhaps…

Thinking quickly, the goddess created a small lightning elemental in her hand. “Go. Follow Zarda. Make sure she is safe and report back to me,” she instructed before tossing it into the air and watching it shoot off after the newly made White Lantern.

Bobbi smiled when Natasha told her she would like to have a family. “Now comes the fun part...Which one of us get’s to be the father.” with both of them being women one of them had to be a man for a while. This could probably go two ways they’d either argue over who get’s to be the male which could end up being funny or Natasha already knows what she wants to do and they get on with it.

Bobbi watched all the emotions rise up in the redhead and it amazed her she never thought she would ever see so much from the Russian. It was rare to see many emotions coming from her fellow spy. But what shocked her most was those four little words she never thought she would hear again let alone from the redhead in front of her “Yes. I will marry you.” she said smiling.

Bobbi giggled at Natasha doubting her “Honey you only knew what I could do as a mortal. I’m the goddess of love now means I know anything and everything about sex. That includes knowing how to do it every way ever thought of and then some.” She let her clothes fall to the ground as she followed after into their new home kicking the door shut behind her making it clear they didn’t want to be disturbed any time soon.

Bobbi's question was an easy one for Natasha to answer. At least for her it was. "Would it be all right if I had our first baby?" she asked the blonde woman softly. Yes, it was partially due to the fact she she hadn't had one in so very long, but also because she found the idea of a pregnant and horny goddess of sex to be both funny and a bit dangerous. She was just thinking of the baby. Plus, the idea of seeing what Bobbi looked like as a man was intriguing. She had her theories, but who knew if they were correct?

At her answer, Natasha smiled in return and pulled Bobbi close, giving her a tender kiss. She nuzzled her neck and held her tight, reveling in this little bit of happiness. "I love you, I love you, I love you," she whispered over and over again. As far as the Russian was concerned, that was all they needed to do in order to be married, but they would still have a ceremony or something if that's what Bobbi wanted. How gods were married was beyond her, but perhaps Circe could shed some light on the situation.

She shivered in delight at the information Bobbi gave her before groaning slightly at the thought of the fun they would have. "Okay, perhaps you could make me unable to walk. If that's true, why are we waiting?" That was the last thing she said after the door shut. Well, it was the last coherrent, non-hormone driven thing said.