Pairing: Poseidon X Sally
Prompt: ocean, vacation, coffee shop

Ocean Eyes

Sally had been coming to this beach every summer for the past thirteen years of her life, ever since she'd turned eight and her dad had happened across the beach side property. She loved the ocean, everything about it. She loved the colour, the roar of the waves, the fish, the stories…

Yes, stories she'd been told by her mother since she was small. Stories her mother with her love of Greek myths never tired of. Such great stories of the ocean cycle and the Greek gods and the mysteries of the depths, that Sally truly wondered what had saved her from studying marine biology or Greek mythology. She was suddenly filled with the memories of stories that she would never hear her mother tell ever again.

The plane crash had happened only a week ago, and she was still trying to break out of her denial about what happened. She was embarrassed and angry at her own failure to accept it and move on. Her parents were dead, and she knew it, so why did she keep running away?

The waves licked her feet, startling Sally out of her thoughts. Was it high tide already? She had sworn…

And then Sally saw him. She was quite literally floored.

He was gorgeous- no doubt about it- but that wasn't what made her actually stop and stare at him. Maybe it had something to do with the way he held himself, so comfortable in his own skin. Sally was almost envious.

Sally wasn't quite sure where he'd come from, one second she was alone, sitting on the sand, and the next there was a modern Adonis decked out in sandals, trunks and a t-shirt strolling in her direction, she doubted he'd even noticed her.

He had dark hair and the greenest eyes she had ever seen, even if the colour wasn't precisely one hue. It was as if it was mixed with blue and-

What was she doing? Debating his goddamn eyes, honestly! Sally shook her head and looked up again as a shadow suddenly blocked out the sunlight.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," Sally wondered why someone like him would stop to talk to someone like her.

"Mind if I sit with you?" he smiled nervously and pulled subconsciously on a lock of dark hair. Sally smiled. Small things made her remind herself that the perfect Adonis hottie guy was human. She couldn't shake the feeling of him being something more.

"No problem," Sally grinned back, nervous herself. She couldn't arrange her thoughts anymore. Was she sweating? Oh god, she was sweating wasn't she? What was she wearing? Was it cute enough? Why did she care? Oh god, oh god, oh god-

But then he was talking again, bringing her out of her mortifying inner monologue.

"So what're you doing here?" He asked curiously, flopping back beside her.

"That is a really good question," Sally sat forward and hugged her knees to her chest. "Do you mean what I'm doing on this beach? Or what I'm doing on this planet? Or how my existence even measures up in this great scheme of life because then-"

"No, no," He was laughing now, "I meant why you're on this lonely beach by yourself."

"Well, I'm not by myself anymore, am I?" Sally looked up him through her hair that had begun to fall into her eyes.

The way he was looking at her was really interesting, as if he were seeing her for the first time all over again-

"You never told me your name," she said quietly, surprising herself.

"Poseidon."

"Like the sea god?" she lifted one eyebrow- a talent she'd only recently mastered after hours in front of a mirror- and sat up straighter.

"Yeah," he said laughing again, "Exactly like that."

"Sally," she told him, "Sally Jackson."

"Well Sally," Poseidon got up and brushed sand of his trunks, "What do you say to some coffee?"

She brightened, holding out a hand for him to pull her up, "How could I say no?"

Two coffees and two hours later and Sally discovered that they had the same taste in music, art and a love of the ocean. She also found that he had a love-hate relationship with his rather large dysfunctional family and two moody brothers. She told him she was going for a degree in English at a university close to where she lived and that she was thinking of writing a novel someday. As well as a sweet tooth that she could never satisfy.

Oh, and she also found out that she liked him a bit more than was particularly sensible after only knowing him for about five and a half hours, no biggie.

…Five and a half hours. She had spent five and a half hours with this guy?

She grabbed his wrist, checking his pearl watch and finding that it was getting late and she'd spent all day with this stranger that wasn't quite that anymore.

Then she realized that it was six and goddamn, she was going to be late for work.

She lifted her head to see Poseidon watching her carefully.

"Late for something?"

"Yeah," she said, slightly hurriedly, gathering up her things, "I'm sorry, I'll probably have to go catch a cab now-"

"Let me carry you."

"Oh, no way, I don't want to take up your time and-"

"Sally," Poseidon shook his head slightly, "We're friends remember? And I've got nothing doing tonight so you'd be doing me a favour actually."

Sally stared into his eyes hesitantly. Green, honest eyes, very nice, sea green eyes- Okay, snapping out of it.

"Oh, okay, if you're sure."

"Of course I'm sure," he led her out of the coffee shop and to the parking lot by the beach. Poseidon stopped in front of a black convertible that Sally would probably never be able to afford.

…Unless she got around to writing that novel of her dreams and it became a bestseller and made her ridiculously rich-

Oh, Poseidon was talking to her, whoops.

He smiled, "Hop in."

Okay, so I've had this idea in my head for a while and I really want to write this.

I don't know what I think I'm thinking, seeing as I haven't updated SOIO in about two month, but that's just some writer's block. Sorry. :\

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