"Oh, I have," he countered, laughing softly behind her as she led the way. "But that was when our house was ours, not yours. I felt entitled to make a mess of my own space." He found he liked her bedroom, too, her sense of decor one he was well-versed with. It felt familiar, like home, comfortable to exist within. As soon as he saw more of her pale skin, though, all his appreciation turned entirely to her. He followed her all too willingly, her touch like fire on his skin, a fire that ached and throbbed and swirled into an inferno the lower it crept along his body. The feel of her tongue forced a low groan of need to rise from his lips, and her hand at his crotch caused an outright moan.<br/><br/>"Hera," he whispered as their lips parted, his need a dull, aching throb, "Hera, my queen, not a night has gone by where I did not long for you, for your touch, for your comfort." His hands grasped her bare waist and slid up her back to the clasp of her bra--an invention he could, in his more lucidly depraved moments appreciate but at times like these despised--and soon the garment fell loose and away, tossed to the floor. "I could speak for five hundred years of my need, my ache, my lust for you, but I find words hold little weight at times like these." He pulled her close, his nose tucked down against her neck for a moment before he lifted his head to breathe against her ear. His hands slid to the hem of her skirt and he found where it fastened readily enough. "At a time like this, my queen," he whispered, "there are better uses for my mouth."<br/><br/>His hands tugged and pulled and the skirt came loose and fell away, down past her knees. At the same time his teeth grazed her ear and he nipped the softness of it. His teeth drifted down along her neck, scraping and nipping, pausing in the places he remembered she liked to suckle and kiss and bite. He bit harder now than he had before, leaving the ghosts of bruises along her pale skin. He reached her collar and kissed his way to the end of one side, then trailed his tongue back to the center, tasting her and her perfume in equal measure. The chemicals were hardly pleasant, but he barely acknowledged them in his lust.<br/><br/>Zeus groaned as he trailed his lips down her chest, above each breast, forcing himself to do as he had promised and appreciate every inch of her sweet pale flesh. He stood upright and looked her in the eye, allowing himself to smirk at her before he pushed her down and onto the bed, a playful sort of shove. His hands went to his belt to tug it free of its clasp, and he tugged his pants open once the leather was clear. "Aphrodite be damned," he murmured, his voice a low growl as he gazed over her body, drinking in her nudity, his tanned cheeks flushing with his need for her. "You are the only goddess of lust I will ever need."<br/><br/>He let his pants fall free and bent down over her, his mouth descending to her full breasts, teeth and lips alike sucking and nipping and tugging at each mound in turn. His hands were gentle, hands that could grasp lightning and crush stone turned to the purpose of loving his wife. His lips tugged at each nipple, the familiar swell of them filling him with a need he could barely imagine. And still, he maintained control, kissing and licking and sucking his way along her soft form. His fingers curled into the band of her underwear, peeling it away inch by inch as he kissed down her abdomen, leaving a trail of them as he made his way for the warmth between her thighs.