A smile broke across Hera's face as his lips lingered on her cheek, his familiar hand cupping her face. Warmth flooded her body, already anticipating the fulfillment of his promise. She leaned into him to indicate her pleasure. She had missed this. Missed him. Missed nearly everything from his touch to his voice. She had tried to bury it, reassure herself they would never be compatible with each other, that they could not possibly work out as she had hoped. But now she was reminded of how he could drive her mad in the best way. The kiss, in tandem with her years of none but herself sleeping in her bed, sent desire racing to her core. A delicate flush upon her cheeks, she could not stop herself from thinking of all the other parts of her body she wanted him to kiss. It took her inhaling deeply to recall that they would be restricted to teasing and tempting here and Hera suddenly became impatient to return to her condo.<br/><br/>"I'll be holding you to that promise," she murmured into his ear, low and soft, grazing her nails against the hand that held her cheek. "Though I warn you, it might take quite awhile to fulfill it, if you plan on making up for lost time. Tell me, how many nights are in five centuries?"<br/><br/>They should have been elaborating on plans and methods to locate the other Olympians, maybe even some of the stronger minor gods, formulating how to convince them. Yet instead her mind was teeming with memories of entangled limbs and heated kisses, tangled sheets and a pleasant sheen of perspiration on their brows. Memories she more than wanted to recreate with her husband. The girls wouldn't be back for awhile and Eileithyia had told her before she left that they planned on staying the night at Hebe's. After all, they couldn't always be hanging around their mother, as much as she loved them and they her. A degree of independence and time spent only with siblings was necessary for a healthy family relationship. But for the first time in a long while, Hera found herself grateful for it. She had yet to figure out how to explain the situation to them and a day or two to organize her thoughts would be appreciated, once the worst of the lust had been satiated of course. It would be wise to get that out of the way.<br/><br/>When he finally pulled away, Hera had not quite had enough. She loosely gripped the wrist of the hand that held her cheek, then looked to the lips that had just left her skin.<br/><br/>"The cheek? Really, my king, I thought you were more daring," she simply had to tease him, just a bit.<br/><br/>Without another word, she leaned forward and every so delicately pressed her lips to his. Just enough to entice him further, to make him want to make her breathless. Enough to make him want more.