Aphrodite loved Ares back, just as much. She loved that he could be so brash and impulsive and rough with everyone else, but she was the only person he was ever gentle too. She loved the look in his eyes when he saw her and the way he smiled at her.
She squeezed her legs around him tightly, kissing him just as deeply as he carried her towards what she hoped was the bed. "I love you," she moaned into his mouth. "My Ares."