Yearning (tag: Eros)
It had been too long since Freyja had found pleasure in the arms of another, and it was starting to affect her. When the love goddess was denied the very act that professed her nature, it somehow always put her out of sorts. It wasn't just a matter of being horny; were that the case, she had ample ways to take care of that particular itch.
It was somehow all tied together, her lack of companionship combined with the return of spring and the season of fertility, and it was setting her on edge. She paced across the deck of her East Hampton estate, willing her body to be silent so she could think. She needed someone who knew her and would understand her need, not just some stranger in a bar.
She recalled bitterly that the last man she had picked up in a bar had been Ethon. She wondered briefly where he was and how he had been doing before forcing him from her mind. That wasn't a path she needed to go down again. Besides, Ethon had made it clear that he was done with her, and she had resolved to herself that should he ever have a change of heart, she would do well to run in the other direction.
Oddly, she had no more desire to find release with Freyr. They would have their time again, it was inevitable, and now that she had made the arrangement with Frigg, there was nothing the high and mighty bitch could do about it. But she didn't need the emotional burden that would accompany their first reunion after the ball. She wanted to simply love and be loved.
When it finally came to her, Freyja could have smacked herself for her stupidity. What a love goddess needed was a love god. And they had a connection, a friendship that had grown over the years, and he'd been so sweet to her after the ball when she was suddenly faced with losing everything.
She rushed into her bedroom, making the proper preparations, then sent out the call. Eros, I am in desire of your particular talents. Would you join me in my New York home?" Freyja had no concerns that the erote would not know who sent the call, or that he would refuse.
She quickly perused her reflection in the mirror, making one quick change. If the call she sent wasn't enough for Eros to know exactly what she wanted, the flowing black nightgown she now wore would leave no further doubt. She went to the door of her bedroom to await her guest.