Poseidon had always been raw power. Restless. Unpredictable. Untameable. It was why Aphrodite favored him, more so than either of his brothers. Hades was as cold and somber as death--no wonder he favored the Underworld. Certainly Zeus had power and temper, but like the thunderbolt he carried, it was bright, shiny and finished in a flash. No, she preferred the more subtle majesty of the lord of the seas, eternal but never constant. And surely it wasn't just bias since she had come from the sea herself.

"More," she told him. She didn't plead. She didn't ask. She just wanted.