A/N:
Hi. This is my first time writing, so please don't judge. I had an idea for this and decided to post it. It is a one-shot (a really short one), so no follow-ups, of course.
Please review!
Sometimes, there were these perfect moments.
Tucked away, the two were in a place where no one could bother them (mentally or physically).
She was his drug, his life, his everything.
Being near her kind of brought him satisfaction, just knowing that she loved him.
Like opening a soda or beer and hearing that fizz.
Like unwrapping a gift, knowing it was so pristinely packaged just so he could tear off the paper to reveal the present.
In those perfect moments, they were safe. Neither had to worry. The monsters couldn't attack them there. She kept his Tartarus nightmares away with her mere presence.
Most of the time, they would sit in his cabin, on his still-warm bunk.
Sometimes just sitting next to each other, enjoying the comfortable silence. Looking through the window to the sunset over the Long Island Sound.
Other times, it would be nose-to-nose, gazing into each other's eyes, gray and sea-green. Secrets slowly unraveled by each's powerful glance.
But often, they would simply sit or lie in each other's arms, just kissing. Mouth latched on to mouth, passion and flame or sweet, pure love.
He would start it, catching the side of her face with his hand and caressing her cheek with his thumb; rough, callused fingers resting on her soft tan skin.
Then he would capture her lips in his, or his in hers. Enjoying their togetherness, until his tongue would slip its way into her warm mouth and they would battle for dominance until either gave in. She smelled of lemons and paper, he smelled of salt from the sea and the pegasus he rode.
Her honey-golden curls brushing his raven locks as they slipped into that place you could only be in if you were with someone else, when you were entirely consumed by your love and want for them.
Eventually, someone would interrupt, to tell them it was time for dinner or something, but their lips would be so swollen and bodies so entwined that the person would just back away.
Sometimes, there were these perfect moments. And they were, to him at least, all that mattered.
A/N:
Okay, so...
Hope you enjoyed. Maybe review, maybe don't. It's up to you. Like I said, it's my first work, so please don't be all "It's so crappy I can't even believe it" even though it might be. If anyone even reads this, I'll be very happy.