Sneaking pomegranates

A/N: the title said it all. Just a little one shot about our favorite couple. This isn't a retelling of the myth. This is just a day in their life. This is my first time writing about this couple, so any comments and good criticism are much appreciated. Hope you enjoy!

She really need to stop sneaking pomegranate seeds every time she returns to the Upperworld.

Last year, her mother found out that she's been sneaking pomegranate seeds because they broke and the red juice is bleeding in her pocket, thus staining her white dress.

No pomegranate fruit was ever found that year.

She kept quiet about it, absolutely not guilty.

In her defense, it's not really her fault at all. The pomegranates from the Underworld has a very exquisite taste; so uniquely different than those that grow on the Upperworld. It has a deep, mellow taste; almost like wine. On the other hand, the pomegranates from her mother's garden taste very sweet and light. Demeter, knowing her daughter's addiction to the (Filthy! Vile! Poisoned!) Pomegranate from the Underworld, felt the need join the admittedly, weird and childish competition against her oldest brother. They never had a good relationship anyway, not ever since "the incident". She began to put one, very ripe pomegranate on her daughter's plate every breakfast.

Persephone eats them. But her mother didn't win the competition.

In her mind she still thinks that pomegranates grown from the Underworld is the best. They're darker in their skin color and even their juice were blood red; some of them look almost black. She wonders if it was caused by the water from the river Styx, since her husband personal pomegranate garden is next to its bank. She really can't help but became more and more addicted to it.

Especially since it reminds her so much of her dark, brooding, husband.

So when she was caught sneaking pomegranate again this year (the first thing Demeter did this year was to check her pockets. Damn.), she can't help but feel a little bit sorry because she knew her mother is going to throw them away; burn them, even.

"I wish they would grow on the Upperworld." she sighed wistfully.

When she woke up the next morning, she was pleasantly surprised when she found a basket full of the Underworld's pomegranate next to her window sill. She smiled.

Her husband really need to stop sneaking up on her.