Ares, Aphrodite, OPEN
Ares recognized her presence immediately, and that genuinely annoyed him. Familiarity seemed like weakness. But instinct never once demanded that he shrug away from her touch, and that spoke volumes. Aphrodite was not his weakness. He had none. But if he did...
It didn't matter. Ares glanced at Love with a lazy smile before he looked back to Enyo. Oh, he could see all the reactions his sister was refusing to show, and that amused him. It always had. Dite and Enyo would never get along, and while that made it even more mysterious that he and Aphrodite had spent so many years together, at least Ares could laugh about the tension between them. Not in Enyo's face, of course. He wasn't stupid.
"Eris won't win. Trust me, I'm not telling Zeus anything," Ares swore. He smirked as Enyo retreated, and only once she was out of sight did Ares look back at Aphrodite. He admired her figure long before he met her gaze, but that was mostly for show. If this was simply physical, both their lives would've been a great deal easier. If only.
"We're playing a game," he said. "Which reminds me." Ares trailed a hand down her back, unapologetically getting a cheap feel in as he pushed his lips to hers. There was more than simple heat in the kiss, but Ares ignored that as he always did. Love wasn't something he acknowledged, not even when it cut through the rough heat of a kiss. "That's one point in my favor," he told her as he pulled back. For some very odd reason, Ares did not immediately remove his hand.
"I'm impressed, you know. You hardly spit any acid at her at all."