Once a Rake, Always a Rake
Remember the myth of Ares and Aphrodite being caught together in bed and trapped by the net? This is after that. The twist is Aphrodite wasn't the only one who Ares was involved with. Who? Well, read to find out. And REVIEW!
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"Let me in!" he bellowed up at her.
"Why not find a nymph to amuse yourself with now that you can't share fair Aphrodite's bed? Or are they all afraid of catching a disease?" she taunted.
"Olive, don't be like this," he shouted, somehow managing to soften his tone despite the volume of his voice.
"You're a fine one to talk. What did you think? I'd be happy to share your bed after you crawled out of hers?"
He grinned charmingly at the balcony as she had disappeared from view and tried his best to work his way back into her good graces. "It wasn't like that, blossom, you know I care about you…" he trailed off, trying his best to look contrite.
Her disembodied voice floated down from her room. "You're a terrible actor. Go away before I send the guards after you."
"You know I'll dispose of them in a few minutes," he boasted, though not being incorrect in his assumptions.
"Well then I'll come down, you arrogant bastard," she shouted.
"Good, then we can talk. It didn't mean anything, darling. I promise you…"
"What the hell is wrong with you? I realize you're not brilliant but are you really that stupid? Find someone else to bother!"
"You weren't like this last week. Where's the sweet girl who–"
"Shut up! Do you want everyone to hear?"
"What?" his voice threatening. "Why shouldn't anyone know? Is it some horrible secret?"
"I'm supposed to be a virgin goddess, you idiot."
"So I took your maidenhead, I don't see what the…ow!" he broke off as a urn hit him in the head. "Why'd you do that for?" he yelled angrily.
"Did you get hit too many times on the training field? Lower your voice!" she shrieked back.
"I never get hit," he roared back his pride wounded.
"Oh, what…are you offended now? Get out of my sight. You sicken me," her voice cold enough to chill the fields with frost.
Ares continued undaunted. "Just let me upstairs, sweetheart. If you just let me explain…"
"We all saw you, you fool! I knew I shouldn't have trusted you," she accused. Her voice suddenly broke. "Just…Ares…why did you have to lie to me?"
Sounding for all the world like the little girl she had never been, her words tore at his heart. "I never lied to you," he answered earnestly.
"Ares…just…just leave."
The tiredness in her voice tugged at his conscience. "I'll let you rest for now, sweetheart, but trust me, I'll be back tomorrow. I won't let you go."
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OK. Hope you liked it. I know it isn't on the same level as my other stuff and the language has no thought for how people would have spoken then, unlike my other stories. Nevertheless when I thought of this as I laid awake unable to sleep, even after a 16 hour plane ride spent awake in an effort to adjust to the time difference, I thought of 3 versions of this so I will write them down. I love this ship and I hope you will too after reading my stories for them. There will be more to come in the future for this and other stories for this pair. Much love, Cat.