I.L.B.I.C Series

Apollo/Hera

Romance

T or K+

1,301 Words

Incest

"Smile Hera, after all, that's what you're good at, right?"

Hera frowns as she sees the weariness surrounding her face, as she looks much more old and tired. She is sick of it; she hates this-whatever this could be called.

To be married to a man who didn't even look twice at you; Hera loathed it, because her heart would break, as she remembered heartache and silent tears when thinking of him, her husband, the almighty, Zeus.

Whatever they had with each other no longer mattered; because she, was only his wife, in the eyes of others; while he lay with mortal women, lesser goddesses, and even the nymphs, she slept alone wondering what in the world had she done wrong. She sighed, she was already so sick of it.

Being his wife and the queen of the gods was so frustrating, Hera couldn't decide if he did it, just to spite her, or show her, how meaningless she has become. She taps the area below her eyes, twice until the dark circles fade, as well as the lines of worry, she ties her wavy red curls up, and places a shawl over her hair, she fixes her dress, lets out another deep sigh, and heads out of her room, and glances longingly at the empty bed once more, before leaving quickly.

As she walks past the halls, and the many doors, she makes sure a steely mask is on her face, that her tired eyes are not there, that she is still smiling sweetly, as to hide away all her sadness.

She takes measured steps, and looks down at the ground gazing at her pale feet, she wonders 'Maybe I should take a walk in the gardens for half an hour or so?' so she could come back before the rising of most mortal women, and so that she can answer their prayers.

She does not notice Apollo walking up to her, as he had already reached her side; he greets her softly, his deep voice sending warm shivers all around Hera's body, slowly relaxing Hera's tense nerves "My queen, how do you do?" Hera misses out on the hidden meaning behind Apollo's greeting, as she replies with blinking eyes, and an exasperated sigh "Oh, Apollo, I am fine as usual; how do you do?"

But Apollo doesn't miss out on how Hera's eyes sadden when she utters the words "as usual", but as to not upset her, he smiles charmingly as he asks "So where are you heading to, my queen?"

And Hera was suddenly in awe at how bright Apollo's smile looked in that moment, and almost gaped, until she remembered that she was the queen of the Greek gods and should not be swayed so easily by one of Zeus's lovechild's'. But still, she returned the smile that was full of joy and innocence, because Apollo was sweet in his actions and so youthful, unlike her.

Nowadays she had felt so tired; she could almost fall off her feet. She didn't know what to do with Zeus anymore, she was sick of him; she even loathed him, because there remained no love, to the man who was her husband.

She was curious, at why Apollo seemed so happy today, she wondered if there was some kind of festival or celebration, but she remembered none. She was frowning slightly, making her youthful appearance seem older, almost revealing the transformation that she had put, on her worned-out face.

She shook her head, and looked at Apollo in disbelief as he asked her "My queen, and stepmother, why do you let him, do this to you?"

"What do you mean Apollo" she replies, but with a question, hoping that he really doesn't suspect anything out of the ordinary. "We are gods Hera, and you are a Queen, why do you let him treat you like a woman in an unrequited love-story, why remain faithful to a man who isn't? Are you not a goddess?" he asks her seriously in return to her previous question, but there's a fierce gaze in his eyes, that wasn't there before.

"Apollo are you suggesting-" but she never finishes her words, as he grabbs her hand, and transported to her to a place full of light, where golden colors lay everywhere. It was beautiful, like a summer garden somehow, but Hera noted that between all the beautiful golden colors lay some silver and crimson, & suddenly just like the way they had arrived, the smell of fresh flowers invaded her mind, and calmed away all her anger.

"Isn't it beautiful Hera?" Apollo asked from behind her, and she smiled while nodding, as she was still enamored of the beauty of this place that she didn't notice him moving closer to her.

Suddenly arms encircled around her waist, and Hera turned to ask Apollo what he was doing, but before the question could even leave her lips, Apollo had leaned in and kissed her.

He ends the kiss with a slight flush filling his cheeks, and he murmurs guiltily looking ashamed "Forgive me, but you looked so beautiful that I couldn't help myself".

And Hera smiles, a genuine smile that makes her look younger, happier, & more like a queen who has no troubles whatsoever. "Apollo, thank you. I thought that after Zeus forgot me, and stole away my happiness that I'd never find anyone who might ever want to kiss me, thank you so much".

Apollo is shocked, only for a moment, but he is ever more surprised when her soft lips are on his, making the unrequited love that his heart had kept for so long free, as he kisses her back gladly.

Hera grabs Apollo's cheeks and pulls him gently, closer to her, as they explore each others mouths, they're in bliss. Apollo, loving the way Hera moaned against his lips, placed his arms around her waist, pulling her even more closer to him, and deepening the kiss, by making it even more passionate than it already was.

As they part, Hera smiles happy, and tells Apollo breathlessly "You're not supposed to take advantage of the queen". She feels a tiny flutter in her heart as he smirks, and tells her in a husky tone "Oh really, last I heard, you can take advantage of her, if she is willing". He traces her lips with his thumb as he asks her sweetly "Be mine Hera? Forget my father, don't love him anymore…"

Hera smiles amused "Whatever love I had for my husband is long gone, Zeus had already lost my heart long ago….I am free to be yours, if you will take me" she tells him softly, a shy smile gracing her plum-colored lips.

He leans in to steal her lips again "Always, I will always take you Hera, for in my eyes you are the fairest of them all".

Author's Note:I do think that if Hera wasn't related to Zeus, this fic up there, wouldn't be incest at all...