Meetings Through the Ages

Aphrodite is a Major Ho

Sooo... I've loved Greek Mythology since I was in fourth grade, and this little nugget has been swimming around in my head for a little while so I figured I'd write it down here and see what y'all think!

There will be references of sexual context and such, but nothing explicit. I've got a rep to protect, y'know?

Just let me know where I could do better in either writing or content.

Please no hurtful comments or plagiarism.

Hope you enjoy!

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Prologue

Mount Olympus, Aphrodite's temple garden

Aphrodite stares dreamily down at her Pool of Lovers, lightly moving her fingers along the surface from her spot on a bed of cushions brought from her room, creating ripples across the love-filled faces and wistful smiles of the lovelorn. All is quiet and peaceful in her haven.

Suddenly, her pool glistens a golden color, the color of a summons from the Almighty Zeus to meet on Mount Olympus.

Yeah, almighty alright, an almighty idiot who can't keep it in his trousers. Although Hera doesn't help with all that unsightly, jealous behavior. Oh, those two...

"Ow!" She cries out, placing her burning finger in her mouth, trying to sooth the burn from the now-red pool. She murmurs, getting up from her spot, "I'm coming, I'm coming."

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The hall is filled with gods and goddesses of all ranks and power levels. Their auras in reds and yellows, oranges and light greens, the odd blue and indigo, but no purple. They could prevent the auras from being seen, but what's the fun in not intimidating when you can? Her own bright blue aura compliments her eyes and all help is good help. 

Of course, black and the darker shades of gray are the most powerful of the gods, like Zeus, Poseidon, Hades...

Ooh, speaking of which, there he is in all his brooding, Dark Prince glory. The only god on Olympus that she hasn't... Well, it would be too indelicate to say what goes on behind closed doors. Especially for a lady such as herself.

Smiling to herself, she stalks over, flowery pink drink in hand. I'll get him this time, the last Olympian notch on my bedpost.

"Lord Hades, what a pleasant surprise. I thought you had too much to do in your dear kingdom." She purrs, making sure to layer on the charm and sex appeal, moving her body to best accentuate her assets. "I hope that you're quiet nature will be put aside tonight, I hear Zeus has a troubling topic on the agenda and I'd love to hear your opinion on it."

He barely glances at her, answering politely if distantly, "I'll always have time for my obligations, Aphrodite. Just as you do. I am here to be updated on what is wreaking havoc in our world, no more, no less."

"Aww, but do you not have time for those things that give you pleasure as well, while you're here? All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy." Aphrodite pouts, brushing a hand along the fine silk of his black shirt, the color close to his almost-invisible aura.

"And all play and no work makes Jack a mere toy." Hades shoots back, tone still polite if a little sharp and pointed in his annoyance at her insistent seduction. He gives her a bland look, eyebrow quirked in a clear goodbye.

Huffing, she does not stomp away at the dismissal, but she does go over to Ares, sure thing that he is, and... talk with him until Zeus explodes into the room on a cloud.