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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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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.

"Sorry! Sorry!" the man shot back holding his hands from his wheel until the light turned green and he carefully took off. "Just a another block," he assured them, not quite sure if he was looking forward to them getting to their destination or not.

Poseidon growled at the disruption, hand having clasped down on the driver's back seat.

When the car came to a stop he shoved open the door tapping the side of the driver's door. "No tip, sorry. Next time stick to driving," he said walking past and toward the hotel entrance.

Aphrodite walked with him, her head held high.
"A shame about that little interruption," she murmured softly.

She hardly had a chance to stay standing without being thrown into a lusty kiss right there, in front of the hotel host who hadn't bothered yet to get a name and number room to them. Swallowing heavy he went ahead and slipped a key onto the counter, as Poseidon wasn't being subtle at all.

He poked lightly with the clearing of his throat. Just need a name. He really didn't care if it was Donald Duck, he'd just rather these two get to their business without the whole of the hotel seeing.

Aphrodite smiled and flared her powers--enough to drive most anyone standing nearby to the brink of their control. She didn't care about subtlety.

"Smith," she said with a wink to the clerk before she went back to kissing Poseidon.

It was enough to make the clerk shift behind the counter, swallowing heavy, and tapping against his computer keyboard rapidly. "There you go. Room 520."

Poseidon swiped the card off the counter, biting Dite's bottom lip, dragging her to the elevator.

"Careful, sweetheart. This face is my fortune," she murmured against his kisses.

"Oh, I won't do too much damage," he grinned as the door slid closed, the couple beside them scooting towards the front of the elevator, eying the display.

It wasn't but a few seconds before that ding hit and the elevator stopped, the older gentleman beside them clearing his throat as a reminder that this was their floor.

Aphrodite tumbled from the elevator with him, still locked in that embrace. She barely glanced at the numbers on the wall, until she saw 520.
"Looks like we made it," she purred.

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