Title: I Don’t Love You! Author: Hergerbabe Fandom: Xena Pairing: A/J, C/S Rating: NC-17 Category: drama, romance Archive: AJCSfic, RCOS, JLA, Joxerotica, CKoS Warnings: some angst, some slight weirdness Disclaimer: All things Xena are only borrowed to relieve some boredom, they’re not mine, and I have no money :( Summary: Cupid’s in denial and Ares gets a surprise As always for the very lovely Christine, without whom, my fic would be so cruddy!
I Don’t Love You!
“Off you go then, dear.”
Aphrodite jumped as her father slapped her ass on the way out of his study. As the door closed behind her, her normally beautiful and serene countenance transformed into a snarl that Ares would have been proud of.
“That’s it!” she screamed, and vanished.
“Hmmm?” Zeus poked his head out of the door, staring in confusion at the empty corridor. Then he shrugged and went back into his study.
Aphrodite reappeared in her temple, eyes sparking with anger. She took a look around, at the pink chintz with accents of white and gold, and snarled again. She’d had it up to her eyeballs! No more sweetness, no more lovey-dovey, no more Mrs. Nice Goddess!
She was fed up with being treated like a brainless idiot, some blonde bimbo. Even the damned mortals did it. Fury exploded inside her and she spun round destroying her glass throne with a blast of fire.
She continued round the hall; statues, pillars, tables, all reduced to rubble and splinters. Drapes and curtains burnt to cinders.
With a sigh of satisfaction, she collapsed into the mess and lay back contemplating the now blank canvas of her temple’s main hall. Then she began to wave her hand over her head. When she’d finished, the hall was clean and refurnished, but unrecognisable. As was Aphrodite herself.
The walls were painted black and silver in thick, horizontal stripes. All the drapes and curtains were a deep, blood red, while the furniture was all black leather and chrome.
Aphrodite stood up and walked over to the mirror which covered one wall from floor to ceiling. “That’s more like it,” she smiled unpleasantly.
She was dressed in skin-tight red leather, tucked into thigh high black leather boots, with a heel *so* high mortals wouldn’t have been able to stay upright, let alone walk. Her blonde hair was pulled back into a braid, high on her head. Instead of her usual pinks and peaches, her make up consisted of grey and black on the eyes, and vivid, blood red on her still snarling lips.
Satisfied with her new look, she redecorated the rest of her temple in a similar theme, with a flick of her wrist.
“Right! Time to get to work,” she muttered, chuckling in anticipation.