If she was being Aphrodite (despite her being a faithless whore), Ares was a perfect match. But let’s not get into mythological debates here.
And yet, Mae was not fully disarmed. There was a reason she was wearing pants after all. It wasn’t for fashion. It was for function. She groaned a little with the gun gone. Security away but comfort returned. It was kind of a strange, mixed feeling even if it was within arm’s length. With his shirt off, she dragged her fingernails down his chest and along his arms, leaving very purposeful marks behind – so terrifyingly close to drawing blood but not quite there yet.
She moaned into his mouth as he invaded with his tongue once again. It was kind of like being violated with a kiss and she rather loved that. Having to unwrap her legs was kind of disappointing but to get her pants off, it was necessary. She really found it funny when he fumbled so. It was a sign of just how worked up he was just like his voice when he broke away. <“Alright, alright.”>
Only she slipped out from under him and away very quickly. At a few feet of distance, she started slowly shimmying out of her jeans and knickers. Once they got low enough, the reason for wearing trousers became obvious. There was a knife sheath carefully hidden under the first layer of cloth and a second strapped to her left calf.