Hera's brows briefly shot up as he lifted one of her legs high and she felt him ever deeper within her. He had never done that before, but dear gods, did it feel good. She would ask him where he picked it up later. For now, she would enjoy it. The chanting of her name was like a spell and she was completely under its influence. She didn't even utter a giggle as she usually did upon watching him glance down to his thrusting in and out of her. She had always thought the behavior a tad strange, but at the moment, her pleasure was being pulled too taught, her heart racing too quickly to even make a single remark. The pleasure kept mounting, the cord pulling tighter and tighter, her body growing ever hotter like a fire and the only thing she could utter was her husband's name, the sound sweet upon her tongue and hot on her breath.<br/><br/>And then, that cord of desire snapped and Hera cried out Zeus' name, the sound echoing throughout her home. Shudders wracked her entire body and her nails dug into his biceps in desperation as her hips bucked and thrust. Sure enough, her husband joined her in ecstasy hardly a moment later and she basked in the joy that came with hearing him cry out her name. A wide, albeit smug, grin adorned her face as he gazed upon her. She felt his seed spill within her and considered herself lucky that she was unlikely to have anymore babies, given their decline in power. Hera loved her children dearly, but five children was enough, for her at least. Perhaps she couldn't speak for Zeus on that account. When he lowered himself and kissed her, reciprocating with gentleness. Her hands first smoothed over his own, then traveled across his body to gently caress him, softly grazing her nails across his skin. She felt the raised flesh of where she had scratched him across his back and upper arms. Hera broke away from her husband's lips only to plant butterfly kisses upon his cheek, down the length of his neck and shoulder. Then she nuzzled into him, eyes closed in bliss.<br/><br/>"Thank you, Zeus, I needed this," she admitted without the slightest hint of shame. "As capable as I am regarding self-control, I'm no virgin goddess. That much is certain. To think I once even considered such a thing."<br/><br/>In the quiet lull that followed their lovemaking, Hera could hear the soft fall of a spring rain outside. She hoped Eris had taken an umbrella with when she left this morning, or rather, noon. Eris had a fondness for sleeping in late, and if she decided to apply makeup then it was guaranteed she would not be out the door until 1 pm at the earliest. Hebe had always been an early riser, getting out of bed even earlier than Eileithyia, who had a tendency for leaving notes of when she would be back or if she would be staying with one of her siblings that night. Just this morning she had received pictures from both Ares and Hebe, her son with a video of his dog refusing to rise from the warmth of her master's bed until offered food, and Hebe with a photo of her and Heracles' recent infant. Any pictures Hera ever received of Hephaestus were courtesy of his wife Aglaia, usually while he was working and not looking at the camera. Hera groaned with the realization that she had yet to form a proper explanation for them regarding their father.<br/><br/>"I still need to figure out how to tell the children about all this," she said, wishing she could remained in her blissful state, but their children had a right to know that they were attempting reconciliation. "It will definitely require some...adjustment, on their part."