Claire sighed, and stared into the glass of red wine she was holding. She and her brother had both been invited to her cousin's Christmas party. Even though neither of them had wanted to go, they had both agreed that at least one of them should, and so they had drawn lots to see who the unlucky one would be. Claire had teased Alex for weeks about the fact that he was going to be stuck in a room full of the some of the most boring people in the city while she was going to be out with her friends having a good time. But, two days before the party, Alex had had to fly out of the country on business, which meant he wouldn't be able to attend the party. He had just been about to telephone and explain to their cousin that neither of them could make it, when one of Claire's friends had rung to tell her the night out had been cancelled, leaving her free to attend in Alex's place. Claire had felt out of place as soon as she had stepped in the room, and had quickly retreated, glass in hand, to a wall to observe everything going on around her.

Mentally calculating in her head just *how* much Alex was going to owe her for this, Claire jumped slightly when a voice interrupted her thoughts.

"Excuse me?"

Claire looked up at the sound of the voice. The blonde standing in front of her held out his hand.

"I don't believe we've met. I'm Michael."

"Claire." Claire shook his hand and quickly let it go.

"I was just wondering if you'd like to dance?" Michael motioned to where several couples were dancing in the centre of the room.

<Not really.> "I... don't really dance, I'm sorry," Claire shrugged. Sighing inwardly, Claire willed him to leave her alone. It was bad enough that she had to be there in the first place, without having to pretend that she was interested in what was going on.

Michael looked rather affronted at the brush off. Sniffing, he walked back into the crowd.

Claire went back to surveying the room, her gaze stopping suddenly as she recognised the man who had just walked in. <Ares!> The name was like a caress in her mind, and Claire smiled. The party had just promised to get a lot more interesting.

As if sensing her gaze, Ares raised his head and looked at her, a sultry smile crossing his face. Barely pausing to glance around the room, Ares started to walk over to Claire.

Claire watched with a smile on her face as the people in the room unconsciously parted for him. Even though the God wasn't dressed in his customary leather, the air he was projecting was still a one of unmistakable predatory danger. Claire's smile widened further as she watched at least four people track Ares' movements across the room.

Stopping barely inches from her, the War God trailed a finger down her cheek. Claire raked her eyes up and down the God. He was wearing a perfectly fitted black tuxedo, with a black shirt underneath. The only piece of clothing that wasn't black was the silver, dagger shaped button cover he was wearing in place of a tie. Biting her lip to stop herself from whimpering, Claire felt a flare of arousal spread through her entire body.

"You look surprised to see me," murmured Ares, as Claire unconsciously turned into his touch.

"I am," admitted the young woman.

"Why?" Ares asked, a cloud of genuine confusion momentarily crossing his dark eyes. "You know I like all my girls to be happy, and, when I walked in this room, you were definitely *not* happy. I could feel your boredom all the way on Olympus."

"I don't doubt it," commented Claire. "This has to be the worst party I've ever been to."

"So why are you here?"

Instead of explaining with words, Claire opened her mind to Ares' touch, allowing the God to glean the information from her thoughts.

"Aah," Ares nodded understandingly. "Alex."

"Yeah," Claire agreed. "Alex."

"Well, I'm sure you'll think of many inventive ways to pay him back."

"Oh, I will," she assured the God smiling. "But paying him back still doesn't get me out of boredomville."

Ares flashed a grin. "You could always liven the place up by showing them your tattoo."

Claire raised an eyebrow. "I said I felt bored, not like getting arrested."

"Well, it was just a suggestion."

Claire stared at the impish look on Ares' face, before she shook her head, laughing. "You're incorrigible."

"That's me." Ares' voice dropped an octave. "The big, bad God of War."

"Well, you are bad." Claire smiled rakishly, as she dropped her hand and brushed her fingers over his covered cock. "And you're *definitely* big," she whispered. Smiling at the hiss of desire she elicited from Ares, Claire started to circle the God, trailing a hand around his body.

Just as she was about to make her second pass over his cock, Ares reached out and grabbed her hand. "Don't do that unless you mean it," he said softly.

Claire pulled back slightly and looked into his eyes. "I mean it."

The intensity of the silence between them was broken as the band in the corner of the room began to slow the tempo of the music down and the singer started a sultry ballad.

"Gods, I love this song," Claire whispered as she recognised the first few notes.

Without saying a word, Ares took Claire's glass off her and handed it to someone walking past.

"What? Excuse me, do I look like a waiter?" The man snapped.

Ares turned the glare at him. "Shut up, and go away."

The man opened his mouth to retort, but Ares ignored him. Taking Claire's hand, he began to lead her onto the dance floor.

"I can't dance," Claire said, trying to pull her hand out of his grasp.

Tightening his hold, Ares pulled her to him. "You do now." Feeling her tenseness, Ares leant down and whispered in her ear. "Just *feel* it."

Closing her eyes, Claire could feel Ares' arms around her, his body pressed to hers. The voice of the singer seemed to weave its way into her soul, and she began to sway in time to the music. Breaking loose of the God's embrace, she gathered her hair in her hands and let it fall back seductively across her shoulders.

Ares looked at Claire, eyes closed and body moving seductively. Reaching out to her, he pulled her into his arms. Claire opened her eyes and smiled at him. He could feel the heat emanating from her body. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he began to move with her. The heat and movements of her body against his were impossible for Ares to ignore, and he felt himself respond to her closeness.

Ares' close contact let Claire know just how aroused he was. Feeling Ares' hot breath on her neck, Claire closed her eyes again. The joint stimulation of the God kissing her neck, and the feeling of his hot, hard flesh pressing into her, sent shudders through her body.

Feeling Claire move closer to him, Ares moved one of his hands from her waist to her shoulder. He looked at her, and saw her closed eyes. "Look at me."

At the whispered demand, Claire opened her eyes and smiled. Ares laid his hand on the side of her face. Opening her lips, Claire caught his thumb between her teeth. Flicking at it with her tongue, she sucked on the digit until he pulled it out of her mouth.

Watching Claire suck on his thumb made Ares think of her sucking on other parts of him, and his cock jumped. He removed his thumb, glistening with her saliva, and ran his hand down the rest of her face and neck, leaving a trail of wetness.

Claire shivered as Ares blew on the wet trail he had left. The cold a delicious contrast to the heat spreading through her body.

The song finished, and Ares and Claire stood in the middle of the floor, looking at each other. Ares used the arm still around Claire's waist to pull her even closer to him. Moving the hand he had on her neck, he entwined his fingers into her hair and pulled her face to his. Claire's hands wrapped around the back of his head as she brought her lips to meet his. Ares' lips pushed at Claire's as his tongue invaded her mouth. She responded by moving her tongue and wrapping it around his. Finally, Ares broke away from the kiss.

"I want you," he said huskily.

"Then have me."

Ares smiled seductively, and swept Claire into his arms, causing her to cry out in shock. Ignoring the looks on the faces of the people around him, Ares kissed Claire, and the two of them disappeared in a flash of white light.

*

Ignoring the stars dancing in front of her eyes, Claire looked around, recognising the Halls of War. "You can put me down now," she said softly, looking at Ares.

"What if I don't want to?" The God asked.

"Well, it's your choice, but I can't do much from up here," she pointed out.

"Good point," noted Ares, removing his arm from under her legs and gently lowering her to the floor.

Staring up into Ares dark eyes, Claire entire body throbbed. She wanted Ares, wanted him with her, in her. Pulling Ares' face to her own, she kissed him, her lips opening to admit his tongue. The heady taste of him added to the inflammation of her senses.

Taking his lips away from hers, Ares began to kiss and lick Claire's neck. A moan escaped from between her lips, and Ares smiled. Reaching down, he  pulled her blouse out of her trousers.

A small shudder of arousal ran through her body as Ares began to undo the buttons on the blouse. Suddenly, he stopped and stepped back. Claire was just about to ask him what was wrong when the God took hold of her blouse and simply ripped it open, sending buttons flying across the Temple. Wrapping his hands around the tops of her arms, Ares pulled Claire to him, her breasts pressing against him.

Reaching up, Claire ran her hands through Ares' hair and pulled him closer to her. She could feel his hard cock through his trousers. Taking his hand, she lead him to the throne, and pushed him down. Placing her hands on his thighs, she opened his legs and knelt between them, undoing his trousers. Ares' hard cock sprang up as soon as it was released from the confines of his trousers. Slowly, Claire opened her lips and took him into her mouth. She could hear Ares' breathing increase as she swirled her tongue around the head of his cock.

Ares sighed as he felt Claire's tongue sweep up and down the length of his shaft. Relaxing back, he closed his eyes and savoured the feelings running through him. He could feel himself getting nearer to his climax and yet he felt the need to prolong the delicious agony. Ares cupped his hands around Claire's head and brought her face to face with him.

Pulling away, Claire got to her feet. Slowly, she began to sway her hips. She brought her hands up and gathered her hair up, releasing it and allowing it to fall down across her face and shoulders. Ares smiled at the erotic dance. Claire shrugged her open shirt off her shoulders and swept it across Ares' body before finally dropping it on the floor. Walking over to the War God, Claire straddled him and sat on his lap. Gently she removed the button cover dagger and dropped it to the floor.

Before she could start to undo his shirt, Ares captured her hands, and gently pushed Claire off his lap, looking her up and down as she stood before him. Hooking his hands into her trousers, he pulled them down.  Claire stepped out of them and stood there, naked. Reaching out his hands, Ares pulled Claire back towards him.

Drawn back to the God, Claire sank down onto Ares' lap, slowly impaling herself on him, feeling every moment of his entry. Feeling him pulsing within her, Claire threw back her head and groaned. Sitting impaled and naked on a fully clothes Ares made her feel wanton, decadent, alive. Slowly, she began to move her hips, gently thrusting back and forth.

Ares felt her moving and began to raise his hips to meet her thrusts. Taking hold of her waist with his hands, he gently adjusted her movements until they were both moving in tandem. Leaning forward, he captured a nipple with his teeth, and began to flick it with his tongue.

The slight pain served to heighten the young woman's desire, and her movements increased.

Insinuating a hand between their bodies, Ares reached down until he found her swollen clit. Pressing and rubbing the bud, the God felt Claire start to shudder uncontrollably.

Claire arched her back and gasped as her climax swept through her in waves of intense pleasure. Claire's orgasm rippled through her into Ares and brought him to his own peak. He moved his hips quicker and harder until his climax emptied into the woman astride him. Gasping, Claire lay her head on Ares' shoulder.

"Stay with me tonight," he whispered. "I want you, all of you. Give yourself to me."

She answered by cupping his face in her hands and kissing him deeply.
 

End