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Pairing: Non-Q/O
Category: Humor (I hope...)
Rating: PG (adult situations)
Archive: M_A (if you'd be so kind.)
Summary: Hera is a tad jealous.
Disclaimer: I don't own these guys. Wish I did...
Feedback: Please
Author's Note: Inspired by the FATES!
"Zeus?" Hera called softly to her husband still abed with a winsome youth. "You need to do something about those Jedi."
"Why, hon?"
"They never mention us. We are the high ghods of Olympus. All they ever invoke is the Force."
"Aw, dear. Leave them alone. They have their good points. They sure know how to pick youngsters."
"Have you been masquerading as a lightning bolt again, dear? Admit it. That's how you picked up Little Red there, isn't it?"
"You don't mind do you, my sweet?"
"I suppose not. He can't produce heirs. Besides, I too have my eye on their Temple. Don't see what they see in the little green satyr. Now, have you taken a good look at the Nubian? He's a prince!"
"Go ahead, dear. Enjoy yourself. I certainly am," Zeus said, sighing and stroking his bedmate's long, thin braid.