Disclaimer: This is an AU story. I don't own any of the W.I.T.C.H. characters, just Calypsa who is my OC. Please review, I'll take flames just don't roast me.
'I can't believe this is really happening,' Phobos thought as he ushered Calypsa into his bedroom. 'For Oracle's sake, we just met and already I'm taking her to my bed.'
Calypsa though didn't seem to have a problem with the situation. She walked about the room with open fascination, examining things and questioning him about what somewhere.
"Your people are truly gifted if they can create such wonderful treasures," she said, holding a small unicorn statue carved out of crystal up to the light.
"It's just a simple sculpture," Phobos said, gathering his nightgown and hairbrush. "Make yourself comfortable, it will take me a while to prepare for bed."
Calypsa nodded and turned her attention to one of his many picture books. Retreating into the bathroom, Phobos closed the door with a relieved sigh.
'Maybe this won't be so bad,' he thought. 'It is just for one night and we are going to be wed soon. If she's fine with sharing my bed then so am I.'
Feeling better about things Phobos slipped out of his robe and into his nightgown. He then removed the sapphire circlet from his brow and brushed the snarls from his long flaxen hair before tying it back in a loose ponytail. Glancing one more time at himself in the mirror Phobos took a deep breath, opened the door and froze. Calypsa was stretched out on his bed, deeply engrossed in her book. She was also completely naked.
Though his mind was screaming at him to leave Phobos couldn't move, his eyes locked on what had to be the most beautiful young women in the entire world.
Her hair was a mass of curly lavender ringlets that cascaded around her shoulders and down her back. Her skin was alabaster white, lustrous as pearls and faintly tinged with the most delicate blush of pink. She must have felt his eyes on her because she looked up from the book and smiled at him.
"Ready to go to sleep now?"
Phobos opened his mouth to speak but no words came out. Suddenly all the air seemed to disappear in the room and his skin felt like it was on fire.
"Are you OK Phobos?" she asked, her golden eyes puzzled.
Snapping out of his shock, Phobos stumbled back into the bathroom and slammed the door shut so hard he was sure everyone in the palace must have heard.
'Has she lost all sense!' he thought, leaning against the door. 'Great Oracle, what should I do!'
At that, moment there came a nock on the door, making him jump.
"Is something wrong?" Calypsa's muffled yet concerned voice asked from the other side. "Do you need help?"
"No!" he snapped, leaning harder against the door. "Get your clothes on now!"
Calypsa didn't say anything and Phobos instantly regretted speaking so harshly. Taking a few steadying breaths he opened the door a crack and peered into the room. Calypsa was seated on the far corner of his bed, fully dressed much to his relief. Her head was bowed and she seemed to be trembling slightly.
'Oh no, I made her cry,' Phobos realized. 'What should I say? What should I do?'
Moving slowly towards the bed he hovered behind her, struggling to find some words of comfort. When none came, he said the first thing that came into his head.
"Um, Calypsa? Why are you crying?"
"Because you hate me," came the muffled reply behind a curtain of hair.
"Hate you? I don't hate you," Phobos said, sitting besides her on the bed. "Why would you think that?"
Calypsa took a shaky breath and peered at him through her hair.
"Because you yelled at me, told me to put my clothes back on quickly. Do you find me ugly? Is that why you slammed the door and hid?"
Phobos's eyes widened in disbelief.
"Ugly! Your beauty astounds me. Truly. I didn't mean to insult you Calypsa; it's just that seeing you…naked surprised me."
"But I thought when a man and a women sleep together they do so naked."
"Yes, but only after they are wed," he explained, awkwardly. "Once we are joined and you want to sleep like that then it will be OK."
Calypsa smiled, wiping away tears. "Thank you. I know this marriage was not a choice either of us made but I would like very much for you to like me. Should we go to bed now?"
"I think it would be best if you slept alone in the bed," Phobos said, standing up. "I can sleep on the window seat."
"Are you sure?" she asked as he gathered a few pillows and a blanket from the bed. "It doesn't look very big. You won't be able to stretch out comfortably."
"Don't worry; it's just for one night. Touch that yellow crystal ball on the table besides you to turn off the light."
Propping the pillows against the window, Phobos curled up the best he could on the seat while Calypsa crawled into bed. She then reached over and tapped the Light crystal, plunging the room into darkness.