Theo pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. 

He shouldn't have come, he realised. She looked so broken under his gaze, tears stained her cheeks. Theo watched with curiosity as she closed the door behind him and walked to the bedroom. He took off his wet layers and followed her, but she wasn't in the room. Walking in further, he realised she had gone into the bathroom. The door was still wide open and steam was drifting through the doorway.

He caught sight of her slowly undressing and turned away. Maybe she thought she was dreaming. 

She hadn't said one word...

He kept his gaze down and went to close the door when it stopped suddenly.

"No," a quiet voice whispered. Her hands came into his downcast vision and clasped his own. His hair fell into his eyes as she pulled him further into the room. The steam felt so good on his skin and when she touched his waist, pulling his shirt up, he obliged. He finally looked up, now shirtless, and saw her. 

The most beautiful being he had ever laid eyes on. 

She was completely undressed and smiled shyly as she helped him with his belt. His bottoms fell to the floor and his jaw automatically clenched. He had so much he wanted to say, but at that moment, he knew what she was asking for. 

What she needed. 

She stepped into the tub and gently tugged his hand, pulling him in after her. The water was scalding, but she was unaffected, standing directly under the hellfire spray. 

He paused, acclimatizing before moving into the direct heat. She picked up a soap bar and slowly lathered it in her hands before reaching for him. She spread the suds across his chest, his abdomen, and lower. 

His head tipped back at her touch before he regained control. Grabbing a bar of his own, he mimicked her actions. He took care in washing her shoulders, back, and breasts. She stilled under his hands as he massaged every part of her. The act was so unexpected and so intimate, Theo couldn't stop the heat rising in his chest or the desire flooding his senses. He wanted her. He needed her.

He had thought she would be better off having space from him, so he threw himself into work far away from her but he couldn't stop thinking of her. Her blue and hazel eyes, her full lips, and raven hair. 

She was in his dreams and followed his every waking move. 

When he heard her screams in his head that night, he felt her despair and he was afraid. He almost felt guilty for forcing Monroe to bring him here, but as if by magic the agony he felt at their parting eased the closer he was to her.

Her lips parted in anticipation as he lowered his face to hers. He kissed her then, slow and long, leaving them both breathless. He rinsed the suds from their bodies and turned off the shower. He wanted to take her right there but she needed to be ready for him.

She climbed out, a look of confusion and innocence made her eyes look so big as he wrapped her in a towel. It was like she was worried he would disappear any second but he knew he would never leave her again. 

Not by choice. 

He kissed her again, harder this time causing moans to pass her perfect lips. He lifted her onto the countertop and she squealed at the sudden movement, wrapping her limbs around him tightly. He continued kissing her lips, then down her neck and chest. Her stomach and lower. She quivered under his touch but her legs remained open as he kissed along each inner thigh. He let his breath brush against her centre and he almost groaned at the look of ecstasy on her face. Insanely sexy.

"May I return the favour?" Her eyes shot to his as she remembered the last time. So long ago now but so fresh in his mind.

"Yes," she sighed. 

With that word, his tongue descended on her core. She was already dripping wet and he hummed appreciatively causing her to whimper beneath him. He circled and sucked, never wavering from her heat. His fingers trailed up her legs and met at her folds. He circled there too before sliding his index finger deep into her warmth. She was so wet and a glistening sweat broke out on her body as he continued undulating his finger inside. 

Her breathing hitched and released and he knew she was close. He never faltered as her moans quieted in anticipation. 

So close. 

The slightest whimper, before delicious moans, tore from her lips. Visceral. Primal. Her body shook beneath his lips and her warmth clenched his finger over and over. He let the towels fall from their bodies as he carried her to the bed. His body craved her. He throbbed with need as he lay her down. She was flushed and her eyes were bright. She would be the death of him. She raised onto her elbows and bit her lip. His doom.

"My turn?" She questioned, licking her lips slightly. He almost groaned and hovered above her waiting for her next instruction. She must've taken his silence for confirmation and instructed him. 

"Lie on your back." He obliged and she straddled his waist. He sat up and held her as she lowered herself onto him. This was new for both of them so he helped her move slowly as she enveloped him within her. There was no pain, only new and unfamiliar pressure and they both shivered. Hera's energy had a mind of its own and mingled with his, only amplifying their connection on an incorporeal level. 

They moved as one being, rocking and surging, pushing and pulling. He had never felt so much pleasure and neither had she. He kissed her lips, sucked, and nibbled as she increased their rhythm. 

She took control. She had the power. She was a goddess. 

Pressure mounted in his thighs and through to his member. Her breathy moans only spurred him forward towards an indescribable climax. His whole body tensed under hers as he released inside her. Her back arched in his grip and he adjusted their bodies so he was now poised over her. She was glistening with perspiration and panted ever so slightly. Everything about her was perfect. Why had he waited so long to tell her when he knew all along.

He kissed her swollen lips and cradled her cheek. "I love you."

She froze beneath him. Her eyes fluttered open only to be caught in his unwavering gaze. His voice dropped deeper as he rocked his hips against her. "I love you." 

Her fingers curled in his hair pulling his mouth onto hers as he made love to her again.

She had told him she loved him first on the ship but only in his mind. He looked forward to the day when she would utter those words past her lips and make him fall all over again. 

She fell asleep in his arms that night and he knew he could never let go.