Well, Hera had asked for a response and he had definitely given her one. Now she was certain he could see the effect he had on her, could practically see the taught coil of desire constricting ever tighter within her. Her fingers curled around her lotus pendent to prevent herself from using her hand as a fan to cool the heat building and radiating throughout her body. His words sent her heart racing with anticipation, and she struggled (and likely failed) to maintain her composure, her cool and coy facade, as he delivered greedy kisses to her lips. A faint moan left her, even as she fought against its release, and she realized just how much she had truly missed his touch. She had said nothing, not even dared to give a teasing remark as he spoke of all the things he would do to her, only reveled and basked in the knowledge of what it meant and that it was all for her. How long had it been since he had spoken to her with such passion? Before she had left, most of their lovemaking had followed intense arguments or attempts at reconciliation, though the latter was ever brief. Then there had been the times Hera had used her charms to persuade or distract him, the little episode on Mount Ida during the Trojan War came to mind. He had been furious later at being deceived, though likely because Hera had taken his common trick and used it against him.<br/><br/>"You had better, or else I'll have no choice but to make you pay for cheating me," was all she could get out before his fingers delved into her hair and gripped its curls.<br/><br/>Her breath caught in her throat at his kiss and she reciprocated in kind, finding herself glad to be brought back to the familiar thrill of her husband's lips. A small sound akin to a gasp escaped her as she felt a spark leap across her skin and she found her hand gripping the table in response. Dammit. He knew she hated it when he did that. The little shock caused her to open her mouth just enough that when his tongue brushed across her lip, she also felt it smooth across her teeth. She fought to keep herself from squirming for want of pressing her body against him to feel him more fully, have his powerful chest under her hands and his arms around her waist. When Zeus finally disentangled his hand from his hair, she was left breathless. Clearing her throat, she took a few more sips of her wine, yet not that even that could quench the fire in her veins. In all likelihood, it was probably making it worse.<br/><br/>Yet as soon as she had put down her glass, she caught the smirk of mischief on his face, the promise in his eyes, and innuendo in his words. He wasn’t going to give her even a moment of reprieve, was he? Yet she smiled, her lips still tingling with the spark he had sent through her body and recalling just how much she enjoyed her husband’s beard. And how glad she was she had at least eaten enough of her meal to warrant ordering it at all.<br/><br/>“Oh, and what is it exactly you hunger for now?” She inquired, glancing to her now empty wine glass. “Perhaps I might be able to accommodate you.”