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Characters: Aphrodite and Poseidon
Date/Time: One summer night back in 2002
Location: Exclusive NYC nightclub
Rating: TBD, but probably high, knowing those two.
Warnings: Young Aphrodite and Poseidon. Guess.
Summary: One fateful night, in the right place at the right time, the Foamborn meets the Sea Lord...

It was a gorgeous summer night in New York. Aphrodite was 24, and still hot on the market. She was working at the magazine, barely more than she had been as an intern in college, but she was still doing well as a model, and had begun to sketch out her own designs.

But, tonight was about pleasure as much as work. Networking. Being seen. Especially being seen. Aphrodite was dressed to kill in a short red dress that made men's mouths water, and strappy heels to match. Tonight, she would be irresistable. She'd gone out to the dance floor, turning heads with her every motion.

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Poseidon had gotten off work when he showed at the club, having changed into a nice button down and a pair of form fitting jeans. He was thirty, a successful lawyer with the start of his own firm. A very wealthy catch. At home sat a wife and little girl that Poseidon these days often stepped away from. He'd been married for a few years, and knew within the first that it wouldn't last. Part of the charm was how much he could use his wife for his known selfishness, but shed turned into a bitch. Her coldness had thrown an ice block into their path.

He'd caught the eye of a redhead that had a crowd moving around her. She had every head turned in that building, but she wouldn't go anywhere until he sauntered over.

Aphrodite had caught the eyes of every redblooded male in the club, but she kept her eyes open for the ones most likely to be of benefit to her. The ones with money and power.

One stood out above all the others. She'd never seen him before, but she knew him in an instant. Poseidon was here. But she had no idea if he knew himself, or if he recognized her, when he came over. She decided to play it coy.

"Something I can do for you, handsome?" she purred as he came up next to her.

He could smell a familiar scent as he approached her. That tangle of red hair, that coy expression, well it was a shame he hadn't run into Aphrodite sooner. His hand snaked against her back as he faced her with a satisfied perk on his lips.

"How about me, that's a start," he spoke lowly with a laugh.

Aphrodite eased into the touch. It'd been ages--literally--since she felt it. But her smile remained coy.

"Quite the invitation. Could I at least get a name or a drink first?" she asked, still playing ignorant, for the time being anyway.

"Which name do you want first," he said against her ear, perfectly aware of who she was. The question was if she knew, either way he wasn't about to be subtle about it. He gave her a grin.

"Either. Both," she replied, a knowing twinkle in her eye accompanying her smile.

"Lucas Dylan Straka," he gave her a smirk, turning her hair back from her face as he stepped in closer. Their bodies pressed against each other as more people filled in. "To you Aphrodite, you'll remember ms as Poseidon."

Aphrodite's eyes lit up. So he remembered after all!
"Callista Lovelace," she replied and then whispered in his ear, "So glad you remembered me."

His hand grabbed her rear, pressing her against him. "How could I forget," his brows rose, as well as the other men in that room, each of them savoring every move that woman made.

"Drink or are you ready to get out of here?" He'd ignore the buzz of his phone, he wouldn't be going home tonight.

He chuckled into that kiss with her roaming hand, giving the cab driver a show. His fingers tied into her hair, mouth wide, biting, tingling touches with his tongue wrapping around hers. It got the blood pumping and a few abrupt stops from the driver.

Aphrodite didn't mind at all, pressing her body against him, her hands shamelessly roving as she kissed his lips and neck.
"You sure you want to wait all the way to the hotel?" she murmured, teasing him with her caresses.

His eyes rolled with that mouth, those taunting kisses and hands. His lips parted slightly, sucking a breath through his teeth as he gripped her wrist.

It all depended how much she could work in a few blocks time. A half-cocked smile.

It was all the invitation Aphrodite needed. She began to nuzzle and lick his ear, her mouth soft and sensuous. Her hand, meanwhile, she shamelessly slipped into those jeans of his, caressing him with long, smooth strokes.

The attention to his ear sent his eyes rolling back with a grin of arousal. Her hand however had found much in the same, causing his voice to slip in his throat. He kept his grip on her wrist, moving her face with his other hand, a strong hold on her jaw to envelope her mouth with his.

It was hard for the cab driver to keep his eyes on the road as he found himself constantly looking in the rear view mirror.

Aphrodite giggled and kissed back, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. She winked at the cab driver when she caught him watching.

That kiss was a concoction of lust and desire, all things which were easily pulled from Aphrodite herself and his own. Children of the sea that erupted when together. The cab driver had barely made the red light when he slammed on breaks forcing both Poseidon and Aphrodite forward.

Aphrodite squeaked in surprise and shot a glare at the driver that was as dangerous as a stormy sea.
"Not the sense of danger I was wanting," she muttered, sliding back onto the seat.

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It was a quick fumble to the door, his kisses biting, touch eager as he slammed the door and her against it. "Pulling out the best in me?" he said with a growl, pulling his shirt tails out and throwing it off. Just in time for his phone to buzz again as it had numerous times that night.

He tossed Aphrodite onto the bed, sliding in between her legs.

"You haven't seen anything yet," Aphrodite chuckled.

She glanced toward his pocket when she felt the buzz against her hip.
"Someone wants you, sweetness."

He pressed her down into the bed with his weight a grunt of disapproval when she pointed out the phone. With a heavy sigh he fished around in his pocket flipping the phone open.

"Just the wife," he said with a grin, continuing to let it ring, mouth groping hers. He enjoyed himself for a good minute before it went off again and he flipped it open to answer.

"Busy, baby, won't be home tonight." He wasn't going to lie, Poseidon had never lied about his mistresses, be they one night stands or more.

"So glad I'm not married," Aphrodite murmured against his kisses, hooking a leg around his. Her dress had gotten hiked up to her hips when he'd placed her on the bed.

His hand glided up that leg, under the dress and grabbed those hips as he listened to the annoying rant from the other end of the phone, his lips taunting, teasing Dite's neck. He paused only momentarily when the wife put the kid on the line.

"Daddy?" the little girl said with a sadness in her voice, as if she could well up with tears at any moment. Fucking kids.

"In the morning, baby," there was a switch in his voice, something much softer than he'd spoken moments before. "See you in the morning." The phone was slapped closed with a growl.

Ah, children. It didn't surprise Aphrodite that he had a child. She'd once been mother to three of his children, back in the day. He was married, after all.

"Now... where were we?" she purred.

He chuckled riding her dress up further after tossing the phone over the side of the bed. "I hope this dress isn't a favorite," it was likely to be ripped in two. Too many interruptions and she was driving him crazy.

"I suppose I can make another," she mock-sighed, wriggling out of the silky fabric.