"do not leave," the goddess would whisper against your lips. this moment was almost ethereal; the two of you lounging in the soft glow of the setting sun, sand warm against your skin, the sound and tickle of gentle waves lapping against your toes and her— aphrodite, the goddess of love and beauty, a beautiful mess of entangled limbs against you.

her chin rested against your chest, legs trapping you between her and her spine lazily arched like a cat. a hand ran through your hair, a long, content sigh falling past her plush lips, "we will not be found, here," she reassured. however she knew did not matter, her word was as good as law. this moment was too divine to miss.

olympus was deemed a paradise. however, aphrodite was beginning to think differently. you were her paradise; a little dose of pure ecstasy, sweeter than any nectar or ambrosia the gods have ever tasted.

"we could stay here forever," she mused. while untrue, it was a wonderful daydream. the both of you had separate duties to attend to and this relationship had remained a secret for a variety of reasons. a finger would curl around a lock of your hair, her smile softening all the longer she looked at you, "you and i."