Hola, lovely readers!

Piper: Can I do the disclaimer?

Me: Sure! Go ahead!

Jason: Read-Them-On doesn't own the PJO or HoO series! She does own the plot and OCs though.

Me: Jas- Ugh! I'm not gonna even try to fight over this!

Piper: Well, now you all gotta know that Jason once-

Jason: NO! Not that story! Please, Pipes!

Me: Well, while those two fight, I gotta get some things out of the way:

1. This is a prompt (Hershey's kiss: Write About Someone Missing Their Partners Lips) story/submission for the February Contest: Build a Chocolate Box (2019), an event in the Camp Half-Blood forum (link in my bio).

2. Word count (without A/N): 1915

3. The next chapters in this fic may or may not be related to each other.

And the most important thing: enjoy!

I Missed You . . . And Your Lips

"I'm home, Pipes!"

The sound echoed in the empty house and Jason frowned questioningly. Usually when he returned from his tiring work as a university professor, he'd have his lips crash into his beautiful and amazing wife's, in a day-long yearned kiss. It was a while before Jason realized his folly.

Jason sighed.

"Of course, you aren't home for that," he mumbled to himself, answering his own question.

Jason threw his bags on the couch and plopped down himself. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes tiredly.

Piper McLean Grace – the love of his life and now his wife of ten months – was away at yet another filming location for a movie she was starring in. Why and how she had chosen this career for herself wasn't something Jason would ever understand. When he had met her, she was a tomboy and hated the fact that her father was a famous personality. But now, just after a year of working hard and efforts, she was a world renowned actress, determined on following her father's footsteps to the pinnacle of the film industry; Tristan was surely happy when she had made her decision.

In the back of his mind, Jason was reliving an R-rated scenario, which he was adamant on making a reality once again as soon as Piper returned home.

His thoughts were irritatingly interrupted by the loud ringing of his smartphone. He dug it out of his pant pockets and looked at the blinking screen. It was Percy.

"Hey, bro! Leo, Frank, Will and Nico are coming as well. Wanna go out for a drin-" The son of Poseidon yelled from the other side and Jason stifled a laugh as Annabeth shouted something at her husband. A short argument later, he heard Percy sigh, "Pregnancy hormones. Annabeth says we can't go for a drink. Well, let's go for dinner at some place. Hazel, Thalia, Calypso, Reyna and Annabeth are gonna go along as well. You up?"

It may come to anyone as a surprise, but the whole group lived in Los Angeles, not too far away from each other. Call it the will of the Fates or something, but each of them had chosen such a job which required or just enabled them to live in the city.

The Grace residence was just a five-minute walk away to the Jacksons' as Percy was a professor of Marine Biology in the same university as Jason, while Annabeth had her architecture firm's head office in the city. Then there were Hazel and Frank, going strong but still not engaged; both of them ran their own gem company and mining business, which was prospering with each passing day. Reyna and Thalia (who had left the Hunters saying that she couldn't possibly see any of them die before her) were both in a relationship and worked as fitness instructors at a gym. Leo and Calypso had (obviously) opened the 'Leo and Calypso's Garage: Auto Repair and Mechanical Monsters' but they didn't necessarily work there; all the work was done by machines and hired people. Thus, Leo was an inventor while Calypso ran singing classes for children. And finally, as for Nico and Will, Will's occupation was that of a pediatrician while Nico worked as a magician in a casino.

Coming back to the present, Jason was in a bit of a dilemma.

He decided to list the pros and cons of the offer: if Piper were here and had they been in the middle of a heated make-out session right now, he would have declined, but seeing as that wasn't the case right now, he agreed to join the demigods.

Maybe it would help him forget about her luscious, soft lips which he desired so badly to ram against his own.

The thought alone of her lips made him question his decision of not going along with her on a leave, as she had suggested.

"Damn it!"

Jason sighed involuntarily.

"How long?" he muttered, looking at the starry sky through the window of their (currently only his) bedroom.

The sky didn't give him any answer.

"Come on, Pipes," he hoped that somehow she was listening, "I miss your eyes, your nose, your cheeks. I miss your lips against mine, Beauty Queen. I miss you. Don't you? Gods, that was cheesy."

He had tried to call her numerous of times but each time he did, either her phone came busy or the network wasn't working at that moment or she was busy.

The wind howled outside.

"I love you, Pipes."

And somewhere in the world, thousands of miles away, Piper was whispering the exact same thing into the air:

"I love you, Sparky."

"When are you coming back?" he mumbled and propped himself up on his elbow. Finally, he had managed to video call her and found her conveniently alone.

"Soon, Sparky."

The couple fell into a peaceful silence, just enjoying each other's presence, even though it was through glass screens.

Jason looked at her. He couldn't help but smile as she wiggled her nose slightly, her ADHD coming into play. Her kaleidoscopic eyes were as gorgeous as always. Nevertheless, he couldn't stop himself when his eyes traveled downwards to her perfect lips.

Noticing his gaze, Piper bit her bottom lip in a teasing manner.

"Now I see," her voice was seductive, almost taunting, "You wanna kiss me that badly?"

She puckered her lips and blew a kiss at the screen.

"What else would you do to me?" She flipped her choppy brown locks from one side of her neck to the other. Jason noticed that her hair now had a golden-dyed streak, presumably for her role.

"I'll kiss you so hard that your lips will remain swollen for a whole week."

"Yeah?" Her hands were starting to travel to places that Jason very much craved to touch with his own.

"And then I'll force you against the wall, pin your hands above your head and then I'll kiss every inch of your body. I'll run my hands all over your body and you'll be screaming my name in a matter of minut-"

Suddenly, Piper stopped.

"Too bad I'm not there, right?"

Jason grunted in frustration.

"You've got no idea how badly I . . ."

The evident desperation in his voice made Piper giggle.

"It's alright, sweetie," she winked at him, "I'll be there before you can say 'Pipes'. However, in the meantime, why don't we have some fun? We don't have this phone for nothi-" There was a short pause. "Shot's ready? I'll be there in a sec. Jason, I-"

"I know, I know. I'll call you again later," Jason sighed. Just as something was gonna happen, she had to leave him hanging.

"Sorry, honey," Piper said sheepishly, "Love you."

"Love you, too."

And with that, the call ended.

Today was the day.

It was a wonderful Sunday evening: twilight-y atmosphere and all that. Jason sat cross-legged on the couch, typing away an email on his laptop. He kept glancing at the door, anticipating the doorbell to ring at any second.

It did.

A split second later, Jason was opening the door, a big smile on his face, determined to kiss his wife senseless.

The smile vanished though, when Jason realized that it was just some random kid whose volleyball had mistakenly rolled into his backyard.

As soon as he had returned the ball to the kid, his phone dinged.

It was a voice message from Piper:

"Hey, Sparky! I'm sooo sorry! The director suddenly decided that we need a couple more shots in the library and all that . . . I'd have to stay here for another week. I hope you're not mad, honey. I'll call you back later at night. Mwah!"

The message ended in what felt like a millisecond.

Jason scowled. Now it was being too much. He couldn't take it anymore.

He made a decision.

"Aaand CUT! We're done for the day!" The director exclaimed on the microphone and Piper breathed a sigh of relief.

As she made her way to the hotel room, Faith Wallace – her assistant – came running towards her, her blonde braid swishing behind her.

"Ma'am, there . . . was a call from your hus . . . husband an hour ago," she said, panting slightly.

"Catch your breath first, Faith. And no need to call me Ma'am. You know that bothers me."

Faith took a few deep breaths.

"Okay, Piper. Here's your phone."

Piper took her smartphone from the girl, thanked her and then told her to book an appointment for massage in the hotel spa; her body was aching quite badly, a result of all the stunts she had done for the film. Then, she resumed her way to the room.

Once in the quiet of her room, she dialed the number that she knew by heart.

The phone rang once, then twice and then thrice.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Sparky," Piper smiled; it always felt nice to hear his voice after such a long day.

"How long?"

They weren't used to living apart for such a long time, that too only months after their marriage. However, he always asked that, no matter how short of a time-span she was away for. And she loved him even more for that.

"Just five more days, sweetie."

This time though, he didn't sigh.

Piper frowned.

"You didn't sigh." The words slipped out before she could stop herself.

At the other end, Jason chuckled.

"I've got a surprise for you at the door."

"And what's that?" she asked, already on her feet.

"Why don't you come and see for yourself?"

She did just that.

And boy, wasn't she surprised.

There he was, standing in the hallway, grinning at her. His hair were tousled a bit, as if he had just woken up from a nap (which he probably had taken in the plane). His sky-blue eyes shone with happiness. The tiny scar on the corner of his lip added innocence and a sort of cuteness to his regal features.

"Jason!" A squeal escaped her lips and she practically jumped on him.

Jason laughed and returned the hug as enthusiastically. Before she knew it, her lips were captured by his, her hands pinned over her head as he slowly backed her to the wall.

Piper gasped into the kiss as she remembered the video call from a week ago.

"Piper . . ." he whispered into her ear and gave it a quick nip.

The daughter of Aphrodite elicited an excited moan.

"Kiss me."

He did.

Their lips moved together in perfect sync. Piper closed her eyes and let him take the lead this once. She could feel the sparks as the tingly feeling advanced downwards.

"I missed this," Jason sighed when they broke apart, this time contentedly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and planted a kiss on her nose.

Piper smirked.

"You think I didn't?" she wiggled her eyebrows.

Jason threw his head back in a laugh and Piper looked at him questioningly.

"Oh, I know you did."

Piper smiled.

"Let me show you now what I dreamed of yesterday," Jason spoke huskily, tugging her towards the bed.

"Uh uh. Let me show you what I dreamed of yesterday," Piper replied, "And trust me when I say this: Mine's much more fun."

Jason smirked; all of this because he had missed her and her lips.

"You're the boss."

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Piper: Aww! You're such a sweetie, Sparky!

Jason: *blushing* Haha, don't embarrass me, Pipes.

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