Re: on the dance floor: Ares!
Her trap was perfectly baited and set; suddenly patience seemed a useless and unnecessary virtue. His hips pressed to hers once more, and then his hands shifted, slipping as easily around her as they always had. Heedless of their observers he draped her slight weight over his shoulder, one arm wrapped tight around her legs. Aphrodite laughed, wriggling against him a bit as she held his shoulder, slid her palm over his back. His grin was so self-satisfied as to be nearly obscene. "No," he said, "never again." With each step he felt her necklace thumping at his back, her hands and the points of her nails pressing against him; he sighed happily at each small sensation, but already wanted more.