Sekhmet was finishing up drinking after her murderous rampage as a goddess of destruction does, and she was very hung over and was laying on her bed in her temple, in the sky above Egypt with the other Egyptian gods temples, as Ptah, her lovey husband, took care of her and in her hung over state, grabbed him close and licked the front of his neck, purring.

Ptah was caught off guard and his cheeks flushed red, his green skin turning hot red in seconds as his lion-headed wife licked the front of his neck and purred, just wanting him in her arms, not bothering about the red wine staining the white marble.

Ptah, the poor god of creation, was short circuiting and smiling as he held onto his lion-headed wife, whom just held him close. He tried to pull away to continue cleaning the red wine, telling her thet was enough and such,

“Sekhmet, that is enough, I need to clean the wine up…let me go.” His tone was gentle as he careless pried her paws off slowly, trying to ease her off him and not make her just dig her claws into his skin, that would not be a very nice feeling…

Sekhmet scowled, narrowing her eyes, resting her head on Ptah’s shoulder, growling lowly, not wanting to let go.

“No.” Sekhmet hissed and Ptah chuckled nervously as he tried to pull her paws off, coughing nervously, looking away as he felt sweat beading down his face.

“Ahem, come on my dear, let me go..” Ptah said nervously as he tried to pull away again but Sekhmet’s massive lion jaws snapped and he was pulled back hard, making him hit the bed hard as she held him.