Aphrodite didn't want this to happen-no- this couldn't happen, not to her at least. She paced back in force on the cold marble floor, her footsteps made barely any noise. Her head bent deep in thought, a first for Aphrodite. She looked up at the sky light, the sunlight illuminated her face. Her eyes were sparkling sapphires. Her golden hair fanned out behind her. She stood there for a minute soaking in the sunlight. But, her skin felt cold. Her heart was cold, cold and empty. It had once been filled with love; after all, she was love. But now she had to put out the flame because she was marrying his brother- his brother the ugly lame Hephaestus. She fell to the floor crying.
Ares, Ares was the one she wanted right from the start. He swept her away with his thick curly locks of dark hair and emerald eyes that dared her to come near. She did and found herself in a roller costar of emotions. His touches, his kisses left her head spinning. She could only hope hers did the same. She loved him, she was sure of it. But, did he love her? She wasn't sure.
They sat on a hill looking at a grassy field. The greenness rustled in the wind. Aphrodite sat her head on Ares's shoulder. "What do you think me," she said tilting her head to look up at Ares.. He looked down at her, "Your beautiful," he said, leaning down for a kiss. She pulled away fearing his intoxicating power. "No, Ares," she said, "Do you love me?" He looked up at the sky and laughed. "I have no feelings in my heart for any one," he said. Aphrodite felt tears forming in her eyes, but she dared not let them slide down her flawless skin. She looked down at a blade of grass. It danced so freely in the wind, not ashamed of what others thought of it.
Aphrodite felt Ares's lips touch her neck. "No," she mumbled. He didn't hear her and turned her head to face him. His hot breath was on her face, "You know," he said, "If I would to love somebody, it would be it would be…" he faltered, "It would be you." He kissed her so gently, something Aphrodite never would expect from Ares. She realized he was asking for her forgiveness. She parted her lips letting his tongue slide into her mouth. Her hands ran up his arms feeling every muscle. He was sculpted like statue. Every part of her body started to tingle of love or lust or both, his scent confused her, she couldn't think straight. Ares began to lift up her skirt. She separated her lips from his; he began to run his kisses down her neck. "Ares, no" she breathed, "no not now." He stopped and looked at her. His green eyes became a shade lighter, he smiled, "You're right not now, later."
Aphrodite's tears died down. Silence filled the room a void of empty space. She sat up, her face red from crying. "What have we here," I voice said above her. She looked up and saw a man with winged sandals fluttering above her. "What do you want Hermes?" He smiled, mischief sparked in his light blue eyes. "You know what I want well enough," he said landing his feet on the ground. Aphrodite went over to him and kissed his lips. She put no passion, no fury into it. Ares would've have been mad at her for he would say it had no emotion, no raw emotion. But Hermes responded with immense force, as if he had never been kissed that way. He quickly let Aphrodite take control. She use to like this power, but that all changed when she met Ares. Now, she wanted to fight emotions until one of them breaks and gives in to temptation. She broke free from Hermes, he was panting like a dog. But, he quickly smiled again, "Who's room?" he asked. Aphrodite started walking down a long hallway, Hermes followed close behind, "Mine," Aphrodite said.
His mouth hers, he was in her. Her finger nails dug into his back. Ares, she thought, I want Ares! Aphrodite screamed out, not in pain but in guilt. She had betrayed him again for the little brat Hermes. Hermes pressed himself into her, she could her bone cracking. The pain filled her body. Ares, she thought, please forgive me, I love you. Memories began to fill her mind. She remembered the night at the lagoon. Ares was breathtaking. His swam around Aphrodite easily not taking his eyes off of her. "Well," she said to him, "Aren't you going to do something?" He swam over to her. He lightly grabbed her by the arms and pressed his nose up against hers. The fireflies flew around causing a perfect light. "I am," he said, "Just waiting for the right time." He kissed her lips. They made love in the water that night.
Hermes's lips separated from hers but he was still on top of her. "Ares!" she screamed out. Alarmed, Hermes jumped out, "Where?" he turning his head around. Aphrodite felt weak, "Just go," she said to Hermes. Hermes started to the door but stopped and turned around. He pulled out a piece of paper, "Message for you," he said walking over and placing it on Aphrodite's nightstand. He kissed her sweaty fore head and left.
She took the piece of paper and unfolded it. A gasp escaped from her mouth. It was from Ares.