Ares stood gazing up at the stars. He wasn't inside dancing and drinking like the others. He wasn't celebrating, and why should he be? His brother had just taken the girl he wanted for his bride.
Ares sighed. But, then again, why had the wedding affect him so much? Aphrodite was jut a girl, a very beautiful woman, with pleading blue eyes and sun colored hair that swept across his body as they- Ares buried his head into his hands and then pushed them down his face. "Don't think about that," he muttered to himself, "Don't"
"Ares?" he heard his name called. It was her voice. To him it sounded like the patter of summer rain. But, it caused anger to ripple through him. What did she want? Why had she come to torture him?
He turned around to face Aphrodite. She stood there staring at him, tears lined her eyes. Was she crying for him? Was she crying because she was sepreated from him? No, he knew that she was crying for herself. She wasn't free any more. She couldn't have any man she wanted. She had to settle for a life of a housewife. "Why are you here?" he asked her.
Aphrodite blinked and still stared at him, "You sent for me," she said. Ares looked at her. Why would she think of such thing like that? She had just made that up, to come here. To remind him that he couldn't have her.
"Well," he said, "now you can go." Ares turned back around, leaving Aphrodite alone in her tears.
"Ares, I want to know why you want me. Don't torture me by saying you want me and then shrugging me off."
Ares turned around and laughed despite himself. Oh now she was turning the blame on him. "Torture you? Torture you? Are you kidding me? You're the one torturing me, after all, you led me on to believe…" he paused, "You know what never mind."
"Believe what, Ares?"
Ares took a step towards Aphrodite. She stood there, unflinching. "Doesn't matter anymore," he hissed.
"And why doesn't it?" Aphrodite demanded, "I may still be married but that doesn't mean I love my husband."
"Yeah, you still said the vows, and everything that is yours is his." Aphrodite took a deep breath.
"I'm not his."
Ares took another step forward. "Yes, yes, you are. Your whole being belongs to him, everything that you are belongs to him now."
"He may have my body, but he doesn't have my love."
"How am I supposed to know that? I will walk down the street and here people whisper about 'Aphrodite's old plaything' while he sleeps with you at night! And someday I'll have to look down at your children and know that they are his."
Aphrodite ran up to him and embraced him. "It's okay Ares," she said, "We'll figure out a way to be together."
Ares pushed her away. He looked at the ground not willing to make eye contact, "I don't want you back, he can have you." A pause, "After all, I'll you do is bring heartache."
He turned to leave but Aphrodite grabbed his hand and stopped him, "Ares," she whispered, "You're mine and I'm yours, remember? You said that."
He sighed, "That was a long time ago, Aphrodite, a very long time ago." He turned to face her still holding her hand, "And I lied back then to. You see, you were never really mine, you were always off with some other god or man, I could never tame you. You could never settle with just one lover." He sighed again, "And I wasn't yours either. I was always somewhere else, usually fighting or maybe with some other girl. We could never settle down."
He reached out and touched her cheek, "But now, I'm telling the truth. We don't belong with each other, we don't belong to anyone."
His hand fell from her face; her skin was cold in its absence. "I would beg to differ," Aphrodite said, "right now you sound like the others, 'Love and War don't mix, blah, blah, blah'. But you see, Ares, they are wrong, like right now you are wrong. You are mine; I can see it in my eyes. You want me, you need me. And, I do hate to admit this, but you have me. I can feel it. You can satisfy me in a way that no other man could."
She lifted her hand and had it trail along his face down to his chest. He grabbed her hand and held it there. Ares closed his eyes, he didn't know what he was doing, but he knew she was right, he did want her. But, he knew he couldn't have her. He suddenly felt her lips touch his. They were warm. Their delicate softness sent a huge electrical current down into every corner of his body. His lips pressed into hers. He let go of her hands and put his arms around her waist. Her hands placed themselves on his face.
She pulled away from him. "Ares we mustn't…" she was cut when his came lips crashing down on hers.
Ok, so sorry I didn't update in a while.... I can make a list of excuses but none of them are any good. I hope this chapter was worth your wait. And please review.... tell me if you like or not. I want to know.
