After enjoying the nourishment Athena had brought him, Zeus turned back to his worktable, finally unable to distract himself any further from continuing his work.

"I'll just go." She turned, doing her best to hide the sadness in her voice.

She was so confused, and wondered why she didn't seem to mind he was taking so long with his work. She missed Poseidon, that was certain, so why did her heart suddenly feel normal again? Every time she saw her father?

He had brought about her brothers deaths, even killed one of them himself. She should hate him. But she couldn't find the strength to hate him. She was too tired of feeling that way. She just wanted to love again.

Zeus could see something was wrong, he held out his hand,

"Daughter, what is troubling you? Did you not like the sunrise today?"

She laughed sadly,

"I barely noticed it father, all I saw was Theseus unable to approach his love, having to watch from afar, while the vilest creature, Aphrodite has easily inserted herself in his family's life. How disgusting. Her lust for Stavros will most likely bring about events to cause her own destruction. So perhaps I shouldn't care."

Zeus closed his eyes, searching, feeling for any glimpse of the future. Though it was not his gift, he knew he could easily amplify Phaedra's power and see through her; her son, to be exact.

For that night, so long ago when she had begged Theseus and Stavros to free her from her 'curse,' though she herself was freed, it was from passing on the gift, to her firstborn. Acamas did not know it yet, as he had not interacted with anyone or anything to cause a vision, but he soon would.

"Fear not. She will soon make a mistake, and we shall stop her before any harm befalls Phaedra or her family." Zeus couldn't understand why this bothered Athena so much, but he pulled her into a strong embrace and all was forgotten.

The warmth of his arms around her and the strength of his chest were suddenly apparent to her, but she didn't want to move from her position.

He gazed down on the top of her head, her golden hair wreathed with a silver tiara, similar to his, but much more delicate and feminine. He stroked a hand over her hair, moving down to cup her cheek in his hand.

Athena looked up into his eyes, only able to see him, and think of him in that moment, and she did the unthinkable, she rose on her tip-toes and kissed him.

Not often was the great and powerful God Zeus surprised, but this moment was one of those rare occasions. The soft warm touch of Athena's lips on his own seemed to break something in him, as he held her in his arms, he returned the kiss, moving his lips on hers, and teasing her bottom lip, begging her to grant him entrance.

Slowly walking them both backwards, they first reached his room, which was right next to his makeshift workroom.

Carefully nudging the door shut behind them with his sandal clad foot, he never let her out of his arms. It was a simple matter to slip the clasp of her dress off her shoulders, leaving her in her silver tiara and delicate gold sandals.

Her breathing sped up, the feeling of being completely bared to him causing a strange dampness in her nether regions. The way he looked at her, as if she was the only thing in the world, was unnerving.

He swiftly undid his own robes, and kicked off his shoes. Her knees knocked together at the sight of him, naked, and clearly aroused by her.

He took her hand and pulled her close to him again, capturing her lips in a swift kiss, the warmth of their bare skin seemingly hotter than the evening sun.

As they reached his bed, he couldn't stop himself from running his hands over her body, the silky feel of her skin nearly bringing him to his release without even a single touch to his own body from her.

She reached out, curious, to touch his erection, which wept a single tear from the tip, and when her fingers touched him, he hissed out a breath.

It had been so long since he'd been touched by a woman, much less a Goddess.

Athena was unable to believe the sensory overload that came from merely touching him; it gave her such pleasure to see him feeling pleasure. Strange.

Zeus decided to return the favor. He gently removed her hands from his erection, and motioned for her to lie back, and he parted her legs carefully, as she had locked them together to try to gain friction.

As he reached out a hand to touch her nether lips, she cried out. She bit her lip, unsure if vocalizing would ruin the moment. As his fingers began to swirl, and he leaned down to gently kiss right above where his fingers were moving, her legs moved together of their own accord.

He slowly, teasingly, agonizingly began to kiss and lick around her clit. When he tentatively began to insert a finger into her core, with a twist of his tongue, she found herself falling over the edge into an abyss of pleasure. She saw stars, and her legs clamped around his head, surrounding him completely with her scent, and he drank her release like it was pure ambrosia.

Her breathing began to slow, he crawled up her body, licking along her collarbone, tasting salt from a fine sheen of sweat that been caused by his ministrations.

When he reached her mouth again, he kissed her, capturing her lips, and tugging on her bottom lip with his teeth gently, and she could taste herself on his tongue. It brought her near to the edge again, and as he slowly began to enter her, with one, two, and three thrusts, she was suddenly locking her legs around him, and found herself begging him to go faster. His hands gripped her hips tightly, possibly leaving bruises, but he was too far gone to care, and she didn't seem to notice.

When he reached down to stroke the top of her clit, thrusting in one final time, she came around him, her tight, hot, wet walls clamping around him, milking his own release.

Moments later, they pulled apart, their breathing still uneven. She curled up next to his chest, her eyes falling shut, suddenly exhausted. He stroked her forehead, and brushed her hair out of her face as she fell asleep.

Zeus was unable to move, to breathe, or to think. What had he just done? The most unforgivable thing he could remember. His mind was foggy, but one thing was certain, it was imperative that he finish his work to bring Poseidon home. He also would need to communicate with Theseus in the morning. Hopefully the training of his young son was going well.

Oh snap! Be honest..did this freak anyone out? I just got such UST Vibes from the movie it sort of wrote itself. Sorry. R/R.