Numerous times Hera had to resist outright moaning or squirming in pleasure from every little squeeze and kiss the entire way back to her place. Yet she couldn't stop herself from smiling. When was the last time they had had such trouble keeping their hands off each other like this? Was it when they had conceived Eileithyia? Or had things deteriorated so badly by then that she had only been faking in the hopes that the passion would return? Yet there was no pretending now. All of her senses were focused on her husband, her body begging to release the tension of several centuries without him. She had not felt such anticipation the early days of his courtship, when he had teased and taunted her with her own stubbornness and how difficult it was not to watch her, how she was so proud of denying herself pleasure. She was still stubborn, though she was hardly about to deny how badly she wanted him in her bed.<br/><br/>For a moment, Hera wondered just how much he had paid for that hotel room, but the thought was short-lived as all too quickly she found herself pinned against the door. A wave of satisfaction washed through her at the sound of her name from his lips. She moaned without the barest hint of shame and buried her fingers in his hair as he bit down on her neck. Her knees suddenly felt weak and her other hand gripped his bicep as he pulled her sweater down even further, showing a strapless confection of lace and cream colored silk. Her breath came out in breathless pants, chest heaving as his eyes roved over her. Hera bit her now swollen lip while she watched Zeus remove his jacket and unbutton his shirt. Admittedly, the suit looked good on him, perhaps one in a deep navy would also be suitable. She chuckled at his comments. Not even a minute in her new home and he already liked it. Most likely because it was laden with her presence and that of their children, perhaps it gave him an air of familiarity. Gods knew she had enough pictures of their offspring to warrant it. A heated sigh left her when his skilled hands proceeded to wander up from her chest to her jaw and she nuzzled into him, briefly pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand.<br/><br/>"You mean you haven't done that before?" Hera teased as she took his hand and led him to her bedroom with its blue and gold decor. "I do happen to recall a few mornings where I had to pick up a few garments lying in front of the door."<br/><br/>The door shut with a click behind them. While no one else was home, she didn't want to risk anything, not when she had yet to tell the girls about their parents' attempt at reconciliation. And if Eris and Hebe had a change of plans, she would rather have some sort of barrier in place. As it was, however, Hera finally discarded her sweater and let it drop onto the floor. Once she stepped out of heels, Hera pulled her husband over to the bed, a smirk upon her lips. Running her hands up the muscular planes of his chest, she kissed him, delicately sweeping her tongue across his lip in invitation. While one hand climbed upward to smooth over his shoulder and curl around his neck, the other descended to ghost across the growing bulge in his pants.<br/><br/>"Tell me, my king, just how badly did you miss my touch?" the Queen of the Gods tempted him as she smoothed her thumb across the fabric.