Mighty Aphrodite

[jla_olympus]

Again her mirror shows her Charleston Harbor and the Atlantic Ocean, where more boats are attempting to blockade Themyscira. "Honestly," mutters Aphrodite. "Don't you people have anything better to do than annoy my Amazons? And show some sense of style. Frizzing went out with the farthingale."

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[jla_olympus]

"They might've," comes the voice she may or may not expect. "Had I not given them the ideas they're acting on."

His armor is off. He's in his casual clothing, and the look in his eyes should be pleasantly familiar to her.

[jla_olympus]

She raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "You come in here, announce you're the one responsible for this silly blockade, and look at me like that?" Aphrodite tosses her hair over her shoulder. "Go back to the purple-haired witch, since that is where your tastes lie these days."

[jla_olympus]

His eyebrow raises, and he smirks.

"Please. Spare me the indignance. This is what I do. I'm sowing discord and disharmony in stagnant societies. It's in the job description, my dear. I could no less stop what I do than you could stop being the most beautiful creature in all creation."

[jla_olympus]

She melts a little at the flattery, but she turns her back on him. "I'm sure she must be missing you."

[jla_olympus]

"I'm sure she's not. I'm surely not missing her."

He steps over to her calmly, a finger tracing down her back. It's a gorgeous back.

[jla_olympus]

It's a skillful finger. She can only take one step away from him. "Are you telling me the witch is for practice? How droll."

[jla_olympus]

"I hardly need practice. You know that. She needed to remember her rightful place. Beneath us. Bent over. On her knees."

[jla_olympus]

"And giving her daughter will accomplish this how?" She favors him with a disdainful look over her shoulder. "You're giving her exactly what she wants, Ares. It seems to me that you are the one bent over before her."

[jla_olympus]

He leans in to her now, lips near the ear she's turned to him.

"Since when have you known me to be so obvious in my dealings with mortals?"

[jla_olympus]

Her head turns just enough to allow his lips to graze her cheek. "Are you telling me the witch has not swayed you to forsake my bed for hers?"

[jla_olympus]

His tongue slips along her jawline.

"She couldn't sway me to forsake Hephaestus for her."

[jla_olympus]

Her head tilts, sweeping her hair away from her shoulders, down her back. "How are you going to trap her?" she breathes huskily.

[jla_olympus]

He grins a sinister grin. "The humiliations I've already made her suffer in her own bed weren't enough for you?" he asks, teasingly.

[jla_olympus]

"She sees them as the price she pays for your help." Aphrodite touches her exquisite nose to his. "And I never like seeing you with her."

[jla_olympus]

"And here I was playing with her for an audience of one. Ungrateful," he grins, teasing again as his tongue slips over her lips.

[jla_olympus]

"Mmm." She doesn't quite answer the kiss, moving her mouth to his ear. "To what purpose, lover? Merely my entertainment? I know you better than that." Her fingers trickle down his chest.