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A Day at the Spa
By Dane

(This is dedicated to TW who made my day one time. This is my thanks. All gods belong to the people. All the celebrities mentioned are of their own person. All of them tend to pass by my brain every once in a while to have tea with the plot bunnies. Lucky bastards!)

Summary: TW, Aphrodite, and Hermes have a day at the spa.

"Zeus! This feels good," said Hermes while having his feet scrubbed by a dark haired beauty with a similarity to Charleze Theron.

"We should do this more often," said TW blissfully, who was having one hell of a massage from a hunky blonde with hands to die for. He could pass for Brad Pitt without the scruff.

"What did I tell you? You all work too hard. It's good that you finally followed my advice and got some time for yourselves. All work and no play and all that, darlings," said Aphrodite, who was having her nails painted by some guy with the face of Jared Leto.

"I agree with you, `Dite. This is way better than my idea of spending my day off at the bookstore and vegging out in front of the TV. Just give the word and I'll drop even that so-called cashier job of mine, which I ever so need, for that Ionian Full Body Scrub," said TW from her chest down position on the massage bed. "By the way, Strife came to my house last night, babbling about Love Gods and their cheating ways. When Cupid flashed in, he threatened bodily harm and withdrawal of the nookie. (Momentary mental picture of Strife and Cupid going at it. TW gets that special warmth inside.) Strife flashes out with Cupid following him while begging with endearing terms as `spunk honey' and `love nut'. Disgusting, but cute. So, what's up with that that?"

Just then, twin attendants with passing resemblances to Jude Law came in started to give Hermes a Cretan Blue Mud Facial.

"Oh, that's going to be good, Herm. It guarantees the removal of wrinkles caused by stress and the elements. Perfect for you. Now, what can you tell us about the latest about my son and my favorite son-in-law," asked Aphrodite while inspecting the new pink of her nails.

"Well, while passing over their temple yesterday, I heard Strife scream at Cupid because he found a thong which didn't belong to either one of them. Strife is assuming that Cupid is cheating on the side since the piece of cloth is way too bad for either one of them," gossiped Hermes as the men started slathering the mud on his face.

"What color was the thong," asked Aphrodite. The guy who was doing her nails was now moving to do her toes. She started chewing on a bonbon.

"Passion Red."

Aphrodite started choke. After a few moments to compose herself, the guy doing her toes gave her a goblet of Ambrosia-laced water. Thanking the man, she returned her attention to her spa companions. "So that's where it went to? Me and Heph have been looking for that piece of underwear since Bliss last came over. He was using it as a catapult and must have brought it home with him."

TW looked up from the bed. "No offense, `Dite, but that is plain nasty. You may be the Goddess of Love and all, but to me you are like a relative who you just can't picture having sex."

"Not taken. I'll just have a talk with the two of them later." A moment's pause. "Later tonight." Another pause. "After the orgy in Thrace tomorrow," she said finally. "Those two always give me an amazing rush of power when they have make-up sex. (Another mental picture of Strife and Cupid going at it. Mental sigh.)

"Speaking of make-up sex, have either of you heard of what Joxer did when he caught Ares in bed with his brother?" asked Hermes with a conspiratorial tone. Aphrodite and TW perked up with interest. "Apparently, Jayce was visiting and decided to crash for the night. Ares arrived looking for Joxer but found Jayce, thinking that he was Joxer. So when Joxer flashed in, he found the two of them doing the horizontal tango. Jox forgave his brother since everyone knows how easy he is. Ares is now barred from any of the bedchambers in any of his temples, even if he didn't know that it was Jayce and not Joxer. Right now, he's sleeping over at Eris' place until Jox forgives him, or until both of them get horny and fuck, which ever comes first." TW and Aphrodite laughed, though TW was sleepy from the massage.

Aphrodite noticed the happy, almost unconscious expression on TW's face and smiled. "Sleep, dear. When you wake, we'll gorge ourselves on ice cream and more gossip, okay."

TW could only nod as Morpheus came in and gave her visions of Strife and Cupid at it again. (Oh my, is that position even possible?)

The End...