Aphrodite couldn't compare to her in his mind. She was a faithless bitch anyway, so he'd never compare Mae to her. But if she wanted to play Greek gods, he'd be game. He'd rather be Apollo than Adonis or Ares, but really, it wasn't that much of an issue.
Even when she smacked him for being stupid. It wasn't as if she beat him over every little thing. Most of the time, he deserved it when she hit him. He'd be the first to admit it.
And she clearly had no idea how much more Cath was addicted to her than he had been nearly a year ago. Except for the month or so after she was shot where she just couldn't handle it, they'd fucked like bunnies every chance they got. Two days with her right there and hurting and the stress was more than enough to drive him almost as mad as he was the night he proposed. And he refused to admit part of him was concerned this might be the last time. No, not thinking like that. Never losing her, never coming close, ever again.
Cath reached around behind her, carefully slipping the gun and holster from her pants. He deposited it on the end table next to them, the reached around behind him to remove the 9mm Ronnie gave him. It ended up on the table with Mae's Glock. This was routine by now, disarming each other enough to shag safely. If he planned to take off his pants completely, he'd have removed the gun from his shin holster. But they weren't getting that undressed. They really didn't have time.
He shrugged out of the shirt he was wearing, as it was bloody hot enough without being worked up and tossed it near her jacket. He'd gone back to kissing her, plunging his tongue into her mouth hungrily. He wanted her pants and possibly her top off. Right now.
Cath set to work on Mae's pants off her. He impatiently unwrapped her legs, wondering why the hell after two days of skirts she decided to wear bloody trousers. He liked her in skirts. They were easier to for a quick bit of nookie in semi-private places. Plus he got to enjoy looking at her legs.
He fumbled them open, since his bloody hands were going numb from the lack of blood going anywhere but straight to his groin and started roughly pushing them down along with her knickers. <"Off,"> he growled against her lips as he broke for a breath.