It hadn't been intentional. At least not at first. Originally, she'd decided that it would be best to keep a low profile, lest her husband somehow deduce that she'd been unfaithful. At least until she had an idea of how she would handle questions that arose. But by the time that she'd come up with answers for all possible scenarios, Hera had realized that life without her husband's presence was a bit, well, peaceful.
Not that she didn't still love him. Zeus was her husband for a reason, and Hera loved him deeply. And on days when they got along, they got along quite well. But on days that they didn't, those could be nightmares. Determining which sort of day it might be was always somewhat iffy. Avoiding him altogether had provided Hera with a bit of a vacation from wondering how her day would go, and dealing with the negativity if present. It was nice.
Soon, though, she told herself. Soon, she would need to stop waving at him and ducking out. Soon she was going to have to sit down and discuss some business matters with him rather than sending a note or Iris. Soon, but not today. Today, she had done a bit of shopping for some rather intimate items.
She'd spent the day being pampered, catered to, and professionally measured. Hera came home with a happy stomach full of mimosas and canapes, and a large bag made of fine stock in elegant colors that was filled with silky and lacy things. Some of which were for her own pleasure, and some that were designated to titillate a certain erote.
Hera was humming as she strolled through the door. She'd unpack her new purchases, call for a bit of dinner on a tray and settle in to a bubble bath with a book. That sounded like a perfect evening to her.