Aphrodite's P.O.V
I walked out of the house, riding my chariots pulled by sparrows, of course I could be seen by humans, but I had another route, besides, I couldn't be seen if I was way up in the sky.
After getting to my secret hideout in the city, I headed towards my car, it was time to do things the human way. This hideout was only for my car, and chariot. Thankfully, Poseidon gifted me this car, two years ago.
Once I'd driven far into the city, I had to stop, after the traffic lights hit red. A bike pulled up beside me, and the rider had an helmet on. A familiar feeling hit me. I'd noticed his skin was too pale for a human, his black shoulder-length hair had perfect red streaks. As I stared at the broad-shouldered guy with leather jacket, on the bike, I didn't know the lights were green now, and he rode away.
Suddenly, it dawned on me. This was Golden City, and gods roamed freely here, and there was only one god with that hair, who'd loved leather jackets.
I sped off, following the bike behind. It was definitely Ares!. I could never not know him. I trailed the bike as it took turns to the far end of the city. I was sure to keep my distance.
After trailing for almost five minutes, he took another turn, towards an alley. I could no longer drive through, so, I parked, at the other end, walking into the alley.
Finally, I'd gotten to the other end of the alley, there was no other way, except walls. Maybe he didn't come in through here. Maybe I'd lost him, my heart sunk in my chest, for an unknown reason. He might not have been Ares.
I decided to walk away, but, suddenly, a firm hand grabbed me from behind, pushing me to the wall. I tried to break free, but his grip tightened. Suddenly, he spoke,
"Why are you following me?" He asked, his voice filled with rage, as he spoke.
I'd recognized that voice, it was definitely Ares! I wondered why he still couldn't recognize me.
"Speak!" He ordered.
"Ares, it's-it's me. Aphrodite" I tried to get the words out, as I stuttered. I'd never thought I'd see him again, after the war.
"I know it's you. Why are you following me?" He asked again.
His words infuriated me! He knew it was me? And his only words were why I was following him. I suddenly found enough strength, I pushed him away as hard as I could, breaking free, and before he could move closer, I gave him a resounding slap. My voice shaky as tears filled my eyes. He clutched his cheeks tight.
"You knew it was me?! After all these years, I finally found you, and your only words were 'why are you following me' you abandoned me! You left me!" I yelled, as I moved closer to give him another slap.
He grabbed my hands, as his eyes gazed into mine, rage coursing through them.
"That's enough!"
"No! It's not, let go of my hands and I'd slap you over and over again until your senses returns. Ten years! You never even looked for me! You went with Hades!"
"How was I supposed to look for you? Huh! Father turned his back against me, for siding with Hades. And ten years ago, you know how much I tried to beg him to let me have you, just you! But he refused, threatening to strike me down with lightning, if I ever set foot on both Olympia and Olympus again. " He said, letting go of my hand.
That was true, Zeus had despised every single gods who'd sided with Hades in the war.
"You could have at least tried to find a way to see me! You could have!" I yelled, tears streaming down my face, as I hit him continuously, on the chest.
He pulled me closer, his hand stroking my back as he spoke, while I wept, gasping and panting.
"I would be of no use to you, if I was dead, Zeus would have killed me if he as much as caught me trying to get to you. He'd given you to Hephaestus already, you were never mine. I'm sorry I hurt you" he said, his face contorting into a frown.
After weeping enough, he finally calmed me down, and I pulled away from him.
" Why are you here? Aren't you with Hades?" I asked. I had a million questions to ask him.
"I would answer all your questions my love. But, not here."
My heart flipped in my chest as he called me love. How I'd longed to see him, how I'd longed to touch him. He moved forward, trailing his fingers around the brick. He pushed it in, and the bricks rearranged, as a pathway opened, I gasped. A portal.
"What is this?" I asked, confused.
"Would you like to come with me? It's not out of earth, just to where I live. I could answer all your questions then" he said, stretching his hand out.
I took it without any more thoughts, whispering a 'yes' as he pulled me in.
In a few seconds, we were standing right in front of a Villa.
"You live here?" I asked.
"I do.' he said, leading me towards the entrance. Once we'd gotten there, he opened the door, and led me into the luxurious living room. It was huge, typical-bad-boy-Ares choice of decorating. The sofa were black leather. And a little mix of white, surprisingly.
"I decorated this place hoping he would let you come with me, ten years ago, but, anyways. Sit. " He said, gesturing towards a sofa. My heart sunk the more, with pain, at his words.
"What would you like to have? Coffee, water, tea, wine, or nectar?"
"I'm okay"
"Hmm" he said, sitting in a sofa. "You've got questions, ask"
"Why are you here? Hades? Is he here with you?" I asked.
"I've been living here since ten years ago. And I parted ways with Hades already. "
Really? He expected me to believe that? Ares could never be trusted, he was nothing but a trickster. Suddenly, I remembered Zeus! I was supposed to go get something for that Hayley girl. As much as I would love this discussion to continue, I had to leave.
"I have to go now"
"Going home to Papa already?" He teased.
I got up from my seat, trying to walk towards the door. "I need to leave now."
His gaze changed from teasing to serious, as he got up, pinning me swiftly to the chair.
"I'm sorry I can't let you do that yet."
"What!" Was he trying to kidnap me, and take me to Hades? The thoughts made me shriek. This was a wrong idea! I shouldn't have followed him at first. If he took me to the underworld and Hades fed me anything from there, I was a goner. There'd been stories of people being trapped in the underworld, after eating anything from thereof. Persephone was a living testimony.
"Let go of me!" I yelled, trying to push him off.
"We both know you don't want that. I know you miss the way I touch you, I know you want us to continue where we'd left off, don't you?" He said, his voice husky, with seduction.
His words were working, cause suddenly, I was starting to grow hot.
"No! I don't want that."
He chuckled, his eyes held a wicked glint. "I don't think so."
He turned her, so her back was to him, pushed her against the nearest sofa, bent her over, lifted her dress, and in a swift motion, he grasped the waistband of her panties, pulling it off.
My eyes widened as he looked down at me, my lips quivered. I pushed, bucking violently against him, trying to break free, as I panted heavily, his actions were already driving me to the verge of losing control, as my body pooled with heat. I wasn't going to let him.
He slipped her legs apart, rocking his already hard bulge against her, palming her most sensitive part. She gasped, no longer fighting.
"You lips say you want to leave, but your body says a different thing" he said, as he slid a finger into her core. She moaned and shivered.
She was so hot and wet he knew she was as desperate for fulfillment as he. Her shallow breaths of excitement spurred him on and heated his blood, so he thought of nothing but plunging into that wet, pulsing heat.
He played her with his finger, adding an extra. His fingers gliding in and out of her at a fast pace, her body jerked against his as she started to pant, then moan a little. Her cries grew urgent, her body plumper and slicker. He undid the zipper of her dress, unsnapping her bra, cupping her breast, his fingers encircling around her already taut nipples, pulling and kneading.
"Take me, take me now!" She gasped stepping out of her panties, spreading her legs apart, and he thought he'd never heard words sweeter.
He dropped the leather pants he was wearing, and then, with a great groan of satisfaction, slid into her ready body. The sounds she made when he'd thrusted deep into her, and his hips were pressed against her butt was something between a sob and a cheer.
He knew exactly how she felt, his body was up and cheering, while somewhere inside he felt like wailing. He wasn't a man given to crying, so it was odd to say the least, but somehow, when he moved inside her body, he felt an emotional pull deep inside him.
She was bent over, her upper body sprawled on the sofa, her dress lifted from the thrusting movement of her hips, and her hands clutched against the upholstery as she pushed herself back against him.
Her lower body was pushing and squirming against him, her mouth open and panting, he felt her walls begin to close in on him, a hot squeeze with every thrust.
He slipped a hand to the front of her body, and found her hot button, slick with her own juices. The minute he touched it, she started to shudder and the pleasant squeezing increased in intensity, her body hotly milking him. As sweet, crazy sounds came from her throat.
He felt the wave build up beneath him, felt it pick him up, while he battled to control his thrusts, as pleasure shot through him, battled to hold her with him, until the wave seemed to break between them, as she moaned out her orgasm, and he groaned his. Their bodies shuddering uncontrollably.