It was a woman's face, beautiful jaw, colored lips, almond eyes, but the gaze reflected back wasn't of the weather girl Cora had done some research on, but of a weather god and Cora dropped back, intimidated by the pure energy that flashed at her. Hera on the other hand, relished in it. "You do a magnificent job of making me worry after you when all intents and purposes scream for me to see through your charades." Her voice was nearly a whisper, he was close, and her heart beat loud in her chest.
The kiss was just a brush of lips but different and strange (though she admitted not at all unpleasant), her wet her lips as she pulled away. "We'll see how tonight finishes first." Hera spoke quietly, though a small smile was across her lips, though Cora was pushing that this seemed like an incredible good idea and Hera wondered if perhaps she'd held the poor woman back too much over the years; it was a simple kiss, not their first, but Cora seemed entranced.