“That’s her own doing,” Melpomene told him, trying to picture what had gone on between them, and upset that she hadn’t been in the room to watch. Apollo laughed softly against her neck. Of course she would say that; Melpomene was all about convincing people that their actions were their own options, and usually their only options.
“Mmm,” he murmured, deciding to leave this conversation behind. He nosed her neck, then bit it lightly, not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough to remind her about the mark there that he’d healed for her. “Well, her loss tonight, isn’t it?”
“I’m not having sex with you,” she whispered, as Apollo caught her chin in his hand, his eyes narrowing.
“Is this because of Ares?” he asked, heatedly. “Did I not do enough to make you forget about him, the other night?”
“You did plenty,” Melpomene said, and it was true, Ares had been a little less in her thoughts, since her night with Apollo, but Apollo didn’t feel this was a very satisfactory response and slid his hand around the back of her neck as he kissed her.
Ah, gods, sometimes it was so hard to remind herself she loved her sister.