Warm. This was the single most overwhelming sensation that the two lovers were feeling right now. For their love was nothing more than a sideshow, a diversion. The warmth they feel is not only caused by the heat of their bodies so closely linked, nor by the roaring fire guarding them from the bitter cold, no. This warmth is caused by the two lover's nagging conscience that this is not right; they were both supposed to be in the arms of another, but as they lay in the grass, they find themselves with each other.
It all started with a simple accidental kiss; one could say it was a random coincidence. The moment their lips met they felt a spark that ignited a fire much stronger than Greek fire could supply. At first they lay on top of each other un-moving, but as the seconds pass by, the girl with the soft hair returned the boy with the calloused hand's kiss. They paid no heed to the materials around them, the swords and daggers lay forgotten among the fallen shields and helmets. Then, as quick as they started their sudden tryst of lips, they both withdrew, eyes wide in shock at what just happened. They smile sheepishly at one another and go along their way in opposite directions; but as they walk separate paths, their minds really never leaving the other.
As the two lovers now lay, entwined beneath a blanket and above the soft grass, both appropriately undressed, they talk. They briefly consider if they should continue to do this little affair of theirs, or stop and go back to the arms of their so called beloveds. As the idea comes it goes just as swift, starting their rituals once more.
The first time that they had made love, quick and awkward as it was, was the most sensation both of them had felt. More so than their rightful lovers. Even though they promised to never do it again; their bodies kept calling to one another, needing the other's warmth, the other's presence so near. Their hearts did a rapid ba-dump every time they are close. So it is that their first was followed by a second, then a third and so on.
Oh their hearts, their poor confused hearts, once filled with regret and revulsion at their forbidden action now fill with warmth and, dare they hope, love. This love of theirs, they feel it true, truer than with their true mates. 'I will make you truly mine' the boy had once said, and she will hold him to that, for she knows that he will even give up the world for her.
The two lovers, gazing at each other's eyes, never blinking as they continue their dance, make a silent to each other; to meet up again tomorrow night. Maybe the coming night, their tryst will no longer be that, but become true, not only to their eyes but to the eyes of others.
But no matter what everyone else thinks. To him she will always be Piper, his Piper. To her he will always be Percy, her Percy. To them, they will always love one another.