Aniya's Midnight Mischief: A Goddess's Gaze into Her Husband's Smirking Eyes And now, the story: --- I stirred from my sleep, the remnants of my dream still lingering in my mind. My body was hot, flushed, and my skin slick with sweat. I could feel the dampness between my legs, a clear indication of what I had been dreaming about. As I opened my eyes, I saw him. Hermes, my husband, the god of thieves and trickery, was standing by the bed, looking at me with a smirk on his face. He knew. He had heard me moaning in my sleep, and he had put two and two together. Well, well, well, he said, his voice dripping with amusement. What were you dreaming about, my dear? I groaned, burying my face in my hands. You know very well what I was dreaming about, I muttered. Hermes chuckled, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Oh, I do enjoy seeing you like this, he said, his eyes roving over my body. All hot and bothered, and at my mercy. I rolled my eyes, but I couldn't help the smile that tugged at the corners of my lips. You're such a bastard, I said, but there was no heat in my words. Hermes leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. And you love it, he whispered. I couldn't deny it. I did love it. I loved the way he teased me, the way he challenged me, the way he made me feel. I loved him, with all his flaws and imperfections. Fine, I said, sitting up and meeting his gaze. I was dreaming about you. Happy now? Hermes grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief. Oh, I'm more than happy, he said, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from my face. In fact, I think I'll make your dream come true. And with that, he leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a kiss that was both playful and passionate. And I knew, without a doubt, that this was just the beginning of another night of mischief and pleasure.