A.N: I am sorry that I took so long to update. The chapter was suppose to be up two weeks ago I was on chapter three by the time chapter one was out but I had to go to an orientation session for college go figure and since I still wasn't satisfied with chapter two I had to redo parts of it. Anyway in this chapter we get a glimps of the winter solstice through the eyes of Ares, even if his thoughts are fixed on Amélie. The second part occurs
Thanks: Thank you to everyone who reviewed. You've all made me very happy. General Zargon: You asked if Amelie's going to meet some of Ares children? Hoping for some family drama? Lol she'll be meeting them and worse. I can't wait to write that chapter. I also can't wait to write the chapter where Ares meets the senator.
Well Redshade, General Zargon, Heartbeat, Apollo06, likeitmatterstome here is chapter two!
Chapter two : Dramatic Olympus
"I want your ugly, I want your disease
I want your everything as long as it's free
I want your love,
Love, love, love, I want your love."
Still dressed in his biker outfit, despite the fact his dearest mother was glaring at him, Ares slowly made his way to his throne. Looking around the room he noticed that only the goddesses and his father were dressed in traditional robes. Even his uncle Hades, who usually preferred black robes, was dressed modernly in a black silk shirt and black slacks. He cast a glance at his other uncle, Poseidon, he wore his favorite (and ugliest) Hawaiian shirt with faded blue jeans instead of his usual shorts and a black pair of Birkenstocks. He glanced at his brothers. Dionysus was dressed the same as usual. Apollo was wearing a flashy green shirt and paint splattered jeans. Hephaestus was wearing a dark blue shirt under his overalls and looked like he just left work. Then he noticed that Hermes was absent.
"Where's Hermes?" Ares grunted to Dionysus.
"Obviously not here." The god of wine replied sarcastically. "I think he's found a way to avoid the celebrations again."
"We really have to find a way to avoid the first part of the celebrations." Apollo mused.
"So why does my dearest mother looks like she found one of dad's new girls?" Ares asked.
"Good question." Dionysus said with a sigh.
"We were supposed to have a toga party." Hephaestus answered with a sigh. "Go old school. And as you can see only dad and the girls are dressed in togas."
"That is not a big deal." Ares said with a roll of his eyes.
"It is a big deal because she's been planning this since last winter." Hephaestus grunted.
Ares and Hephaestus did not get along with each other normally but when it came to pissing off Hera… Well all the Olympian brothers were the best of friends.
Apollo snapped his fingers. "You know what this means?" he asked a mischievous grin spreading across his face.
"Enlighten me." Dionysus said sitting up straighter.
"Hermes." Apollo replied simply.
"What about him?" Ares asked impatiently.
"Notice how no one, except our dear father and the girls are dressed traditionally. Even our uncle Hades is dressed normally for once." Apollo explained lowering his voice. "We've all intentionally or unintentionally defied the dress code and pissed off Hera. This means that our dear brother has found a supreme way to piss her off."
The other three gods grinned.
"Why would our dear uncles disobey the dress codes though?" Dionysus asked glancing at their uncles.
"So they can mock our dear father." Hephaestus replied.
"Sunlight in five minutes." Apollo announced loudly.
"Where is Hermes?" Hera asked impatiently.
"Right here!" They all turned towards the entrance.
Standing tall and proud at the doorway was an eighteen year old Hermes. As far as traditional went he wore his winged hat, on his wrist were traditional bracelets and his feet were adorned with his oldest pair of flying shoes.
"I couldn't find my toga Hera so I went with this instead." Hermes said motioning to his outfit. He was wearing a very long t-shirt with a human sized picture of him dressed in his traditional garb (toga included) that fell to his knees with a pair of faded black jeans. "That way you see I still respect the dress code."
_Oo_
After Hera had calmed down, Zeus embarked on his (boring) opening speech. At the same time Apollo discreetly hit the play button on his CD player, Hermes began checking his caduceus address book and Hephaestus began playing with scraps of metal. Ares glanced at Aphrodite and let her love magic work on him. For a few second he was looking at Amélie's face. He quickly turned his head away before Aphrodite noticed he was looking at another woman (sort of) and turned his thoughts towards this morning's event.
That woman was… special. He had been driving towards Olympus at top speed breaking at least all the traffic laws when he almost ran into a figure that was twirling in the snow. Luckily for her he managed to swerve a little to the right while she jumped out of the way. He quickly ran towards the then unknown person ready to tear them to pieces.
"What in Hades is wrong with you?" he had asked furiously. That damned woman almost caused him to crash his precious motorcycle.
"Me?" she responded angrily. "What the hell is wrong with you? Who the hell drives through the streets of New York without lights on?"
Ok, she was right. You did not drive in NY with your lights off but who the hell twirled in the streets of NY. Hades who the hell twirled at all? He may have been wrong but she was just asking to get run over.
"Who in Hades twirls in the middle of the street?" he had asked/yelled, baffled by her stupidity. But she also responded and he argued back. Then she decided it was time to end their game. Maybe she had been tired of arguing, or scared of him but it was rare he met a human who not only didn't run off when his anger flared but who argued with him. No one, not even his children godly or not, spoke with him the way she did… or had arguments about twirling in the streets. Either way he couldn't let the strange woman leave, she was fascinating. She was also unpredictable.
"I'm too hot." He had said cockily. It was true his blood was always boiling.
"You wish." She had responded.
"See for yourself." He had invited. He was daring her to touch him even though he knew she wouldn't. She'll probably run away. He had thought. Or she'll yell at me for being perverted.
Boy had he been wrong.
She had boldly slipped her small gloved hand under his shirt and slowly up his abs and let it linger there for a few brief seconds. Never, in his three millennia of existence, had he been so caught off guard. He had looked down at her, curious to see what she resembled. She was wearing a mink coat that was too big for her and obscured her figure, and a matching cap that hid her hair and features. She said something but he didn't care because a few seconds later he was staring at her face. She was pretty. Prettier than he expected, with flawless skin, a cute nose and pretty pink lips that were just asking to be kissed.
He was flattered when he noticed her eyes taking in every inch of his face. For a few seconds her light brown eyes met his. They were filled with a lust for life, a need for adventure like no other. When her gaze dropped to his lips and she unconsciously licked her own he wondered if she would mind if he pushed her against the wall and took her right then and there.
He felt his loins stir and automatically crossed his legs. You did not get a hard on in the Olympian council. Ever. He briefly turned his attention to the session.
"…We shall discuss this breach in the dress code, next year's summer solstice and…" He heard his mother say before he went back to Amélie.
She was also bold and… fun? Amusing? Surprising?
Again she surprised him, this time by hitting him with snowballs ensuing a snowball fight. It was the first time, someone dared start a snowball fight with him. Ever. And, after taking her to a small café so they could grab a bite to eat, despite her protest that she wasn't hungry and the fact her stomach was growling louder than a grizzly bear he told her so.
"You're the first person to actually start a snowball fight with me." He said carelessly as she took a big bite from her pizza slice. "Why did you start a snowball fight with me? Why were you twirling in the street? Are you suicidal?" he asked looking at her intently.
"No I'm not suicidal, despite what you may think." She replied with a roll of her eyes. "And you should be more precise." She said seriously. "Not only did I start the snowball fight with you. I won." A triumphant smirk lit her face before she took another bite of her pizza.
"I didn't lose to you." He protested outraged.
"Of course you did." She said blandly.
"I, Ares god of war, did not lose a fight, a snowball fight, to you." Ares responded furious.
"A brave soldier must know when he is defeated chéri." She said with a smirk that he found rather seductive.
"You wish." He replied vexed. "Obviously, in that fight against the monster, you got a concussion because it's obvious I won!"
"Since I don't have a cut anywhere on my head, we can assume I don't have a concussion." She had said blandly.
"An invisible concussion then." He had replied leaning over the table and banging his fist against it.
She looked at him unblinkingly for a while before bursting into a fit of laughter. A laughter that, to him, sounded rather charming not because it sounded like sweet chimes of bells on a Sunday morning ( to quote Apollo) but because it was sincere.
They had spent the last few hours before his arrival arguing about the snowball fight and when he dropped her off at the apartment complex again they had a rematch which he, of course, won.
Now the question was if he should ask her out… out on a date. He shifted uncomfortably in his throne. Was she even interested in him? He didn't want her to go out with him because he was a god, like so many other women, or because he had money. He wanted her to like him for him. Which gave way to the question: was it possible for a woman to seriously like him and not what was between his legs or his status? Women did not usually fall for the god of war.
Hades, why did he care if she was another roll in the hay or not? Why did he care if she cared? Damn if he knew. He did know he wanted her. He saw her again, twirling, a mischievous smile on her lips, before disappearing around that corner. ' I want your everything as long as it's free….'
He had no doubt that she would say no to him if she wasn't interested. She didn't seem too concerned about what he was.
"I don't regret meeting you." She had said, before she found out who he was. It was the first time in a long time someone had said that to him and in a different context than last time.
He began pondering how to ask her out when loud shouts interrupted his thoughts.
Looking around he noticed Artemis, Athena and Aphrodite standing in the middle of the throne room, human sized and looking thoroughly pissed.
"What the hell is going on?" he whispered to the wine god next to him.
"If you had been listening you would know." His brother grumpily replied.
Ares rolled his flaming eyes and mouthed the same question to Hermes who quickly wrote something down on a sheet and made its copy appear in Ares lap. He glanced down at it.
H: Aphrodite has been sending Artemis's hunters erotic dreams, has raised their uh hormone levels, has caused to lose ten potential recruits and sent a man that looked like Orion to tempt her.
A: SHE DID WHAT?
H: What I previously wrote.
A: IS SHE OUT OF HER MIND?
H: She also pissed of Athena by making her daughter fall in love with a bum or something. And you of all people should know if she's out of her mind you're sleeping with her. We're voting now.
"All who agree on the fact Aphrodite should be punished?" Zeus asked.
Demeter, Athena, Artemis, Zeus, Hera, Hephaestus and Apollo raised their hands.
"All who agree on the fact that Aphrodite should not be sentenced for her actions?" Zeus asked.
Ares, Hermes, Poseidon, Dionysus and surprisingly Hades raised their hands.
"But instead of ten years of exile it should be five." Apollo said. Everyone knew that the only reason he voted for the punishment was because he was fiercely overprotective of his sister but that he had nothing against Aphrodite.
"It should be ten." Artemis said.
"Agreed." Athena said viciously.
"I don't see the point." Ares said. "It's not like her hunters engaged in intercourse. No men were sent to ravage her hunters."
"Of course not." Aphrodite said with a grateful smile towards him. "That's just dearest Artemis not having faith in her hunters."
"I have faith in my hunters." Artemis said coldly.
"So that means you don't have faith in yourself." Aphrodite stated triumphantly.
"My daughter would never disobey her own vow." Zeus thundered causing Hades to roll his eyes.
"Besides." Hades drawled. "What is the worth of an oath without temptation to test the will of it's maker?"
"What about my daughter?" Athena raged. "You have no right to destroy her life."
"You seem to forget that I am the goddess of love oh smart one." Aphrodite began. "And FYI: I didn't make her fall for him. I ignited physical attraction only. Trust me, I didn't expect her to throw her entire being into him. She always seemed to be a little frig…"
"You always say that the head was better than the heart." Poseidon interrupted giving Aphrodite a glance that clearly said: don't make it worse. "Who better to prove it then a daughter of Athena?" He had a soft spot for Aphrodite and though Artemis was his favorite niece he had voted for Aphrodite.
"Oh please physical attraction cannot be that destructive to one of my children." Athena said coldly. "It's worth nothing."
"physical attraction' worth nothing?" Aphrodite asked. "If Artemis had said that, I would argue with her but I won't even bother with you. Your frigidity cannot permit you to comprehend the meaning of those words."
Ares watched wearily as the three women bickered violently. He could feel a fight coming on. His prediction came true when Athena made a crack about Aphrodite being 'the useless Olympian'. Aphrodite threw the first punch. Athena dodged and kicked Aphrodite in the stomach causing her to double over. Aphrodite threw herself at Athena again but Athena dodged again causing Aphrodite to crash into Artemis who threw her off with a kick.
Ares closed his eyes. His supposed girlfriend was getting her ass kicked by a twelve year old. He cracked an eye open. Give her an upper-cut. No here's your chance to kick Artemis in the stomach and break Athena's nose!
Thankfully Dionysus made vines appear, had them wrapped themselves around the three goddesses waists and separated them. Athena and Artemis weren't really wounded but Aphrodite was a mess. Broken nails, torn toga, messed up hair.
"Now that you are done making a spectacle of yourself." Zeus started dryly. "Aphrodite you are banished for seven years and are forbidden to contact any God or goddess."
Before anyone could protest thunder growled. The punishment had been cast.
"You may leave after the celebrations." Zeus said gruffly.
"It's alright." Aphrodite said smoothing out her dress. "I rather leave right now. No use in long goodbyes right lord Zeus?" she said with a sweeeeet smile.
Ares frowned and looked at Hermes and Hephaestus. They knew that smile. It was Aphrodite's killer smile. It was so sweet that if Zeus was a mortal his teeth would have turned rotten in less than 3.5 seconds and his jaw would have fallen off two seconds later.
"I will see you all in seven years." She said sweetly. "And Hades I think that soap operas will start having an interest for you." She said before disappearing in a sea of rose petals.
They were back in the place where it had all began, in that empty little New York street filled with shops, her back against the wall and her legs around his waist panting softly as he roughly sucked on her neck. His lips found hers again and she stifled a groan as he ground his hips against hers. She barely noticed when he removed her coat and ripped her shirt open but she did moan once he began kneading her breast. She sighed as he carelessly dropped her black bra on the snow covered street, and began suckling on her sensitive nipple.
He let out an amused chuckle at her reactions, but she didn't care, all that mattered was that they were together and almost naked.
"I wonder if you'll be panting like that after I fuck you." He growled against her neck lowly, his eyes boring into hers. Smirking she unwrapped her legs from his waist.
"Why don't we find out." She whispered coyly while her nimble fingers tugged at the zipper of his leather pants. She rose to her feet. "My, my Ares, aren't we excited?" she whispered in his ear as she pushed his pants down.
"I'm sorry I didn't catch that." She said teasingly.
"Damn you." He cursed while his fingers worked on removing her jeans. Giving up he finally ripped them off.
"Oh Are-"
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Quickly she sat up panting. What the hell dared disturbed her from such a good dream? DRRIIIIIING. She looked around confused before realizing it was the damned phone. She groaned and flopped back on the bed. She sighed and picked up the receiver.
"Hello?" she grunted.
"You busy sweetheart?" A familiar voice asked.
"Ares!" She yelped surprised and a little embarrassed.
"Glad to see you remember me." He replied the smirk evident in his voice.
"Glad to see I'm not insane." She said sitting up again.
"Oh don't worry, you are." He said airily.
"And you are a hazard." She replied.
"I'm flattered you think that."
"It wasn't a compliment." She said stretching and stifling a yawn.
"Where are you?" he asked suddenly.
"I'm in my apartment." She replied.
"Duh. I meant where in your apartment." She distinctly saw him rolling his eyes.
"I'm in bed." She said dryly.
"Alone?" he asked his voice dropping an octave or two.
"What do you think?" she asked coyly.
No reply.
"Ares? Hello?" she frowned. "Ares?"
"Right next to you." He replied.
She let out a small yelp and turned her head only to find Ares lying next to her his face inches away from hers.
"Ares!" she yelled embarrassed. "What-"
"I love when you scream my name." he interrupted smirking.
"This really isn't appropriate." She said stunned. Ares is my bed….
"That's all you can say?" he asked.
" out of my bed." She said flatly.
He growled, images of her dream came back to her with a force and her breath hitched in her throat. She flushed as her thoughts took her back to that empty alley where they had been doing naughty things.
"So what are you doing here?" she asked changing the subject. "I didn't expect to see you again." She said changing her position so her body faced him.
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out for coffee." He said simply.
The greek war god in my bed that I have been having erotic dreams about is asking me out on a breakfast date. She stifled her laughter and nodded shyly.
"Good. I don't usually take no for an answer." He said making her roll her eyes.
"What time is it?" she asked.
"Six." He replied slipping his hand under the sheets and placing it on her thigh.
"You woke me up from a great dream so you could ask me out on a date?" she nearly yelled, never mind the fact he was the one she had been dreaming about.
"What were you dreaming about?" he asked grinning broadly.
"None of your business Ares." She replied removing his hand from her thigh.
"So you dreamed about me?" he asked.
A blush graced her cheeks as she thought about dream Ares ripping her shirt off.
"Not I didn't." she answered shakily.
"You dreamed about me." He stated smirking. "And it was an erotic dream."
"No." she replied glaring at him.
"Yes." He smirked lazily.
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Yes."
"No."
"Come on. It's nothing to be ashamed about." He said with a shrug. "I was thinking about you during the council."
"Fine." She interrupted blushing. She didn't want him to finish that sentence. "I dreamed about you."
"I would be surprised if you didn't have dreams about me." He said seriously. He glanced at her. "And be left hot and bothered."
"I absolutely did not dream about you that way!" she nearly yelled. "I dreamed about the night we first met." She said looking away from him. Never mind he was going to have his way with her in that version of their encounter.
"Oh." He said with a frown. "Well get ready."
"At what time does the coffee place open?" she asked.
"Seven."
She groaned again before slipping out of bed and grabbing some clothes from her closet.
"Living room." She said.
"What?" he asked confused.
"Go to the living room. I won't be long." She ordered. "And don't even think about making a perverted comment." She added with a small grin. "Now go."
He gave her a mock glare before vanishing. After a moment, she sighed and rubbed her neck. What the hell was she getting herself into? Dating the Greek war god. It was asking for a boat load of trouble. She sighed again and carelessly made her way to the bathroom. As she reached for her tooth brush she caught a glance of her reflection and groaned. Her hair was disheveled, her skin flushed and covered by a thin sheen of sweat, while her short green silk night gown, clung to her curves like a second skin.
It was no wonder Ares thought she was having erotic dreams or was being so perverted. Disgustedly she cursed her love for fine lingerie while she prepared herself for the day.
AN: Hell hath not fury like a woman scorned. After this story (Yeah I know I'm a little ahead of myself) We'll see what Aphrodite's seven years on earth are and there will be like or we'll have another Hermes or Apollo/oc but these are all prequels so maybe I'll post them after the main story. Anyways You won't see anything if you don't Review!