Spike Drake stood in front of his bed, confused. The one thing he knew about her was that her name was Luna; the other thing he knew about her. She claimed to be a goddess. She sat there smiling at him for a brief minute on his bed in the old, nearly worn-down hotel room.

"Wait, you're a goddess?" He asked, finding himself shocked by such a sight as she began undoing the covers. It was there Spike got a better look at her. Long silver hair fell her back. Long luscious locked that seemed to cover her breasts pointing out at him, with nipples that looked hard to the touch. Spike found himself looking at them a second longer than he needed to. In comparison, he looked over her more, noticing her muscular frame than his body. Luna was a supermodel and far out of his league.

"Like what you see there, Honey?" Luna, the supposed Goddess, said with a light giggle, her voice sounding like that of an angel.

"I mean, yeah, your pretty and all… Are you a goddess?"

She smirked almost mischievously. At the same time, she was pulling herself out of bed. Her body looked more like a statue, an idol more by the seconds. Like it was not created by biology but carved from the stone itself. As she walked over.

"I can very much promise you, and I am a Goddess; I'm your Goddess wife." She said, leaning in, trying to look more exotic as she leaned in to kiss him. Her lips perched against his for a second as they would hold it for a good second. Then without warning, she pulled away, coughing hard.

"Holy crap, your breath stinks! Go brush your teeth." She groaned hard as she coughed with a light gag. Spike, pulled back somewhat shocked as he said,

"Oh um, sorry, let me go fix that up." He quickly turned around, headed to the bathroom, and proceeded to brush his teeth. Not sure what to think about the whole situation. He began brushing his teeth, staring at himself in the mirror. Spike was just a normal-looking guy, long unruly hair standing wild. He blames his bed head. With the stubble on his chin from a five o'clock shadow, Spike figured he'd shave in a bit as Spike began brushing. He looked over at his stomach. Spike had meant to go to the gym for a while. Though never finding the time as he popped his neck.

"Get a grip, man. Come on, What the hell happened last night? Ok, we're in Pegasus. You and a few pals came down here for a bachelor party with Jim and the guy's; we went out to drink and gamble way too much. So what the hell happened." He groaned while hitting his head. A rush of pain went straight through him as he let out a long groan.

He remembered sitting in the Casino, winning off a storm Lady luck on his side, while drinks were sent to him. He could remember himself getting overly drunk. Though after that, it was all a blur. His head felt like it was swimming in a fishbowl. While looking down at his hand, he saw the ring on his third index finger.

"What the heck," Spike reached over, trying to pull it off. Though found, the ring refused to bulge. The thing was stuck on him, like a bad tattoo. He grabbed some of the soap the Hotel had given him and tried rubbing it on there, getting it nice and soapy. However, it did nothing to help.

"That's not coming off, sweetie." He heard the woman's voice. Her head popped in through the door. Spike's eyes were unsure if he believed what he saw, but her head was going through the closed door with a small smile.

"So, do you want some breakfast, honey, or should we order room service?" Her head pulled right back out as he walked over to the door, a surprised look on his face as he touched the door, Wondering if he was losing his mind.

He stood there for a good minute, not sure how to react. A long deep breath as he resisted any urge to scream while he slowly creaked the door open.

"Hey, um, how about we go out and get some breakfast." His heart skipped a beat for a second as he felt his throat dry out. He wasn't sure what to say though Luna called out.

"Sure thing, I hear there's this place called a wafflehouse; I want to try waffles out. Are they good!" Luna called out, while Spike nodded,

"Yeah, great, you should try, um, how about you head to the restaurant, and I'll meet you there." He bit his lip some as he looked at her and noticed the incredible ass she was strutting; it was a shame, though he imagined she was crazy. A woman claiming to be a goddess, and Spike wasn't sure if he was going crazy, or she was crazy, and sticking your dick in it was contagious.

"Sure thing, honey, now please be good and get dressed; I'll meet you there." She smiled, winking that almost glowing smile growing wider as she began walking out the door. The difference was she was utterly butt-ass naked. Spike wasn't sure how to feel about his eyes twitching as he started running over towards his luggage case. Soon pulling off clothes, not caring if they matched. He just threw on whatever he could. While dialing his phone quickly, he almost imagined that his fingers were turning to smoke.

The phone rang as he grunted, "Come on, come on, answer the damn phone, you son of a bitch!" He groaned, hoping Big Mac would answer it, while he looked around, making sure that Luna wasn't nearby to hear him. The last thing he needed was for her to hear where he was going. Running down the stairs, His luggage in hand while Spike looked abound. No one was near him as he felt his heart racing quickly.

"Spike, what do you want? It's like noon, man, and I've got a hangover." He heard his friend and soon-to-be groom groaning hard while Spike imagined his head face deep into a pillow.

"Yeah, listen, do you remember what happened last night cause I have no damn clue!"

"Well, we were at the Casino, man, and you had a hell of a good night; I think you make twenty grand or something, really beat the house, then we started drinking. I think you left with a chick. Why, what's wrong?" It sounded like Big Mac was waking up while telling Spike what had happened. Spike groaned, feeling a pain in his head,

"Yeah, well, the girl seems to be crazy, Like seriously it's fricken insane, she's claiming she's a Goddess, and we're married. Sorry man, But I'm heading out early. Getting the quickest flight, cause I ain't taking a risk with someone like this." He bounced into the rental car and was driving off, a loud squeaking as he began heading straight to the airport.

"Dude, come on, it can't be that bad; she was a heck of a looker; what was it. She some hooker who stole your clothes."

"I don't know, man, all I know is I'm getting the hell out of dodge, and I'm getting a cat scan. Just trust me, man, But I'll see you when I get home. I swear I'll make it up to you."

"Dude, I, fuck it fine, but you be safe alright, and good luck with the airfare man, see you when I get home."

"No problem, man. Have a fun weekend, man, and stuff a buck in the strippers g-string for me."

"No matter what, man, I will do that, be free, my wild man," Big Mac smirked while the phone hung up. His hand looked down at the ring and muttered to himself. Spike nodded with a sigh as he started to drive out, leaving Pegasus, figuring that it would be far better to get out of Pegasus than deal with the Goddess, who claimed that she was his wife. He just groaned as he headed out.

"If I have to, I'll get it off, and I'll just find some pliers if I got to." He felt his heart racing. He knew that his situation was strange. Is he overreacting? Well, he knew he did, but he remembered what his uncle Mortan once told him.

If you ever stick your dick in crazy and they claim you married run, run hard, run fast, and don't look back cause she will try and find you, and you don't need a stalker to trust me, your Aunt Susy was going to be the death of me, and I loved the crazy woman. His uncle told him that his Aunt had tracked him down and killed him three days before. To say it didn't take scar Spike was an understatement, and he wasn't going to take a chance with any crazy woman.

He was speeding like the devil was behind him. Spike didn't care if he got a ticket; it would be far cheaper in the long run as he began making a turn and going straight to the closest Nevada airport. He couldn't remember the name of the place at that moment, but he sure as hell wasn't going to be picky. Heck, he'd take spirit airlines if he needed to.

Moving to the front desk, he tried being careful looking around. His heart was pounding though he imagined that he would be ok. His eyes on the ring for a second, thought of guilt as he left the girl.

"Are we married? Jesus, I can't even remember. No, it doesn't matter. I'll get on the first plane and get divorced; I'm sure I could do that, right?" he wasn't sure, but Spike knew he just needed to get right out of here right then and there.

The old man just in front of him smiled with a slight cackle. A scar over his eye that made Spike think of a lightning bolt smirked; "Good sir, it looks like you're trying to run from a woman? Am I wrong?"

"Well, in a way, I guess, it's kind of a weird story," Spike added while trying not to look freaked out.

"Oh, trust me, I know, been married for a long time myself. My wife is never happy with me. I like pretty girls. Though we keep ourselves together." He chuckled while patting Spike's arm.

"Yeah, well, I barely know this girl."

"Heh, those make the best kind. A challenge and something you never forget. Cause they'll always know how to surprise you, I always say, if you marry a girl you don't know, you'll always have an adventure cause you never know what's next." He smirked with a wink as he gave a small chuckle.

"Yeah, well, I don't think it's going to be like that."

"Trust me, the old gods, and I should know they are cruel; some have a sick sense of humor, and others just here for a good time. Trust me, and it's nothing to worry about." He laughed while shaking Spike on the hand, a bit more forceful though Spike couldn't help but feel a shock running through his hand at that.

"I guess, but…."

"No buts, your young; have an adventure in life. It's what I've done with my kids. When they were old enough, I sent them out, had fun seeing the world, and made friends. Heck, adventure is everywhere." He chuckled more as a woman bounded over; walking by, he snuck a glance checking out her finely shaped ass.

"Hmm, adventure comes by when you least see it, that's right." He admired the exterior.

"Watch it, old man; you said you were married."

"Married, but not dead. As I said, adventure calls us all. Besides, Juno knows me too well, and I love the gal, even if I've got a gypsy soul. Hint, I keep it in my back pocket."

"I don't think people like being called Gypsy's."

"Eh, fuck em, I'm too old and set in my ways besides, ever spent a night with a gypsy, best fuck you'd ever had, they can do things that would make your toes curl. Then when you make them moan, it's like angels, though fewer wings. Never bound to one place traveling and living their life to the fullest." He gave him another pat while a voice called out.

"Mr. Thursday, you're flight should be ready soon."

"Hmm, thank you, ma'am, and please call me Jup; all my friends do." He smirked while looking back at Spike. Who wasn't sure what to say with the conversation.

"Never say no to adventure even when the moment calls; embrace it, cause you never know when the end arrives. Also, never deny a chance to lay with a woman, cause the next one might be your last." He smirked while heading off, following the flight attendant.

Spike went to the front desk. Seeing that the line had cleared away, he headed over to the Attendant while feeling his heart racing even further.

"Sir, is there something you'd like." The older black woman said, clearly looking like she'd been at the desk longer than she'd like to be, but knew she needed to make a paycheck.

"Um, ma'am, I'm going to need to catch an early flight back to Ohio, specifically anything that can get me there close by tomorrow night." He turned his head, clearly trying not to look suspicious at all, as the older woman watched him.

"May I see your ticket."

"Oh here," he reached over, pulling it out of his back pocket, handing it over. The Attendant looked at it for a long minute, Too long if Spike had anything to say about it.

"You're not due to leave on Monday."

"I know, but, well, it's an emergency, and I need to get out of— I just need to get home, ok." He muttered while trying to keep a smile though he felt as though someone was watching him. Like at any moment, someone was going to stick a knife right into his back. There was an extended sense of dread coming back to him that would not change. The Attendant nodded.

"Fine, since it's an emergency, I'll let it pass, we've got a plan heading off to Ohio in about an hour, but it'll cost you. The ticket exchange will cover it, but you're going to need about five hundred dollars." She let out a long sigh as she moved over, clicking on the computer at a speed that told Spike not to waste his time; otherwise, she might try and screw you over just for shits and giggles.

"No problem, up, let me grab my wallet." He reached over, pulling the cash out, seeing there was a few extra bills there, and found himself giving a slight thank you as he muttered,

"Pegasus, you are the weirdest place on earth."

"Don't I know it comes, on before whatever the heck is happening gets worst." She handed him the ticket.

"Your plane will arrive at terminal 12, be there, and tickets are nonrefundable."

"Got it, and I won't fuck up."

"Watch your language; there are kids around here, smartass." She pointed over towards the direction he needed to go, and Spike was off.

The plane was crowded, but hanging in couch class was never fun. It smelled the noise was going off, children screaming. It was beyond the norm for a plane ride. While leaning back, Spike's side imagined he'd watch a movie get some sleep, and forget about Pegasus. Just go back to work. Head to Big Mac's wedding and get drunk. Strike that, and Spike imagined he would never drink for as long as he lived.

He sat on the plan leaning back, his eyes closed, and maybe he'd ask the stuartist to get him a pillow, perhaps a drink: A nice coke while he got ready for his trip home. Imagining he would never see that mysterious Luna again who claimed she was a god, and he could go back to everyday life. Being single, working, and just enjoying his simple life.

He was ready to get some sleep, even grabbing some earplugs and a blindfold when he leaned back for the eight-hour flight to be over. That was when he heard a whisper against his ear, with hot fainted breath.

"Honey, I thought we were going to meet at Waffle's house?"

His eyes widened, ripping the blindfold off as he turned his head around, Seeing Luna sitting right next to him wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans. The smile plastered on his face. He found himself doing the only thing he could do and was let out a scream.

Author's Note

Well here's an idea originally it wasn't going to exist, but I was so unable to come up with something for the original Married for a Goddess 2, then I thought what if I take the premise and do it with new characters have a random joe, wake up to a married to a goddess and what shenanigans with the only rule being the goddess had to be different and new personality. So well here's the result.

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