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Aphrodite walked the grounds of the girl’s dorms near the lake. For once, she wasn’t meeting a lover by moonlight… she was just being herself. She looked lovely, obviously, and utterly desirable. The moon illuminated her skin, making it appear like porcelain and her blond hair shine like gold. She was in a brooding mood tonight, and was craving something sweet. She always did when she was in one of these moods. The subject of her thoughts? Ares. He was here, at school. She had come here to get away from him… not to find him here. With another girl, no less. She knew that that was his style, it was hers as well… but she had actually loved Ares. She had actually been naïve enough to think that he’s stay with her. Nope. For a while, sure. She was absolutely gorgeous, who wouldn’t stay around for a bit? But he left her. He didn’t just leave her… he left her with a broken heart. For a while, many human relationships failed because she was to depressed to care. Athena and the others had finally slapped some sense into her, and sent her here. Then she’d seen him.

It had ruined everything, and then she’d seen the girl. She was a Fury, Aphrodite could tell, and pretty enough. Of course, she could change that in an instant. She could have made that girl’s life a living hell… but she hadn’t. Why? She was still in love with Ares. Sighing, she leaned against a tree, and gazed out at the lake. Love was awful, and it could be more binding than chains. It was an uncomfortable feeling, for usually, she was the bonder… not the bonded. Aphrodite suddenly turned her beautiful face to the dorms. She could sense him there, and he could probably sense her as well… but he was probably busy with that girl. An ugly expression lit her features… she was bitter.

Ever watched Ares as he took another slow bite of the strawberry. Her eyes were glued to his, and he would know it! Those strawberries looked so good. They WERE good. And she wasn't some hormonal twit who couldn't control herself.

So, with her chin raised in defiance, she grabbed another strawberry off of the plate and smiled confidently at Ares.

"I like these strawberries and I know how to control myself. Your 'strategy' won't work, Ares. And I won't avoid something good just to spite you. Besides, I know that you just like the chase. You apparently are fascinated with me, and I think it's just because I don't fall at your feet. You like a challenge and you see me as one."

She then took a large and slow bite of the strawberry, sighing in extreme satisfaction.

Ever shrugged and watched as Ares threw the strawberry top into the air and it disappeared.

"Yeah, I think I do. So you don't have to keep doing these tricks to try and impress me."

Though, she had a feeling he was just used to doing those tricks. It was part of his flair.

She grabbed another strawberry and this time moved very close to Ares. She leaned up until her lips were right next to his.

"So, if I just completely gave myself to you, you're telling me that you'd still be interested in me? Please... Gods like a challenge."

And no, she was not including herself in the Gods group this time. With her lips almost brushing against Ares', she finally brought the strawberry up to her lips and took a bite with a smirk on her face before leaning back.

Ever's hand stopped midway to her mouth, strawberry in hand, when she heard Ares' low growl and saw the fire in his eyes. He looked even more fierce than he had earlier that day. In fact, she had never seen this look in his eyes before.

And some part of her liked it, a lot. It was new and she was the curious type. Always had been. And Ares, while he had always pissed her off, had also always been her weakness. He was very handsome, confident, and sexy. His voice alone could send electricity through her body.

Hell, she was young. Why not make her mistakes now?

She held the strawberry that she was going to take another bite of out to Ares. She rested it just in front of his lips to see what he would do.

"I hardly ever do what's best for me." Her voice was low and soft.

Ever gasped against Ares' lips as they suddenly claimed hers with a very sweet chocolaty taste. She reached her arms up and quickly wrapped them around Ares' shoulders. She was glad that he was leaning down because otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to reach up high enough.

Foregoing the formalities and 'foreplay', Ever lightly reached out with her tongue to get a better taste of the chocolate and strawberry as well as Ares' himself. She also reached one of her hands up and let it play lightly in his hair.

Ari sat at her window, her sightless olive eyes staring into the night. She knew it was night because she no longer felt the sun. Everything was night to her, though... even the day. She closed her eyelids, and listened to the sounds of the night. She could hear the tiny 'pitter-patter' of faerie feet upon the lake a few yards off, and the sounds of the night creatures on the hunt. She was also reflecting upon her day.

She had been assigned to a girl who would lead her around until she could build a mental-map of the campus. The girl had been utterly fake, though. All she wanted to do was gossip, and Ari had gotten irritated quickly. Sighing, she rubbed her temples. Tomorrow would be better, though... she hoped.

Yes. That was the reaction he had been looking for, subconsciously hoping for. Grinning into the kiss for a brief moment, he deepened it by snaking his arms around her and pulling her close, and worming his own tongue into her mouth. His hold was tight enough that she would understand he wanted her to be his, and his alone, but he knew how tight would be too tight, and did not cross that boundary. It did not usually end up the way he'd intended when he tried holding tighter, no matter what was going through his mind.

Of course, he also knew that Evermore was not a mortal, so he could afford to hold her just that much tighter without hurting her, so he did. He held her, and he wanted to continue holding her as long as he could; he wanted to hold her tight, to hold her close, and to never let her go. It was a familiar experience, but it was one that had become so dusty, so forgotten, that it seemed almost new again.