As if by magic - and perhaps, just perhaps, a little magic might have been involved - they pulled up outside Aphrodite's building and exited the cab. Aphrodite threw a bill at the driver - could have been a twenty, could have been a hundred, she didn't much care. She was too busy dragging Peitho to her private elevator.
"Take off your clothes," she said simply but firmly. "I will waste no more time being clothed."
Away from the prying eyes of the world, she felt a little roughness was much less inappropriate. She shoved Peitho up against the elevator wall and all but threw herself into the woman's arms, wrapping one leg around Peitho's waist and burying her hands in her thick, dark hair as she kissed her hungrily.