Jack opened his eyes and was greeted by a familiar darkness. He instantly knew he was back in Fortuna's domain, probably because she was lying on his chest, staring at his face.
"Do I always have to get knocked out to see you?"
"It's not my fault if your mortal brain can't comprehend my sheer beauty otherwise," she replied, caressing his face.
Jack rolled his eyes and tried getting up, but his body didn't move. He tried again, only to realize it was Fortuna's doing.
"Goddess, could you—?"
He said, but Fortuna pressed her finger against his lips, silencing him.
"Not happening," she said. "You'll stay right here like my perfect body pillow."
"…"
Fortuna smiled, tracing circles on his chest with her finger. Jack sighed, rolling his eyes, realizing the freaking goddess, and indeed turned him into a body pillow.
Still, it wasn't all that bad, especially with her legs wrapped around his, while her head rested against his shoulder, as if this was her favorite place in the world.
