Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing, all characters and plot are originally from Rick Riordan's book series' Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and Heroes of Olympus.

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Piper hated crying, and she tried not to, but her emotions broke through most of the time. Percy, sure, was there, but he felt anger, sadness, love, and hatred when she was crying.

They weren't all directed at her, but two of them were. He felt angry at himself, for letting her cry; sadness because he didn't know what to do; so much love for her, because he always loved her and nothing could change that; and hatred, also directed towards her. Hatred because of the fact that she cried so selfishly, and then he directed hate at himself for even /thinking/ of these things.

/I'm such and idiot,/ he thought. Leaning against the kitchen counter, he watched her curled up in a corner as she pretended not to cry. But he knew her better than anyone, she was sobbing, biting back the sobs. He thought he should go over there... But what would he say? 'Why the hell are you crying, get up' or 'please stop crying, I'm sorry.' Neither of those would work, when he had no idea what was going on. He wasn't good with his words, especially in front of Piper.

He snapped out of his thoughts when he heard a loud hiccup coming from Piper, and almost smiled to himself. She probably had the loudest hiccups ever, and he grabbed a glass of water and a damp washcloth, walking over to her.

"Pipes," he murmured, and inwardly sighed as he saw her red, puffy eyes. He shook his head, and cleaned up her face with the washcloth. Then handed her the water as she hiccuped again.

After she finished her water, she flung herself at Percy. "Thank you," she said quietly, her voice hoarse. She held onto him tight, and he wrapped his arms around her, kissing the top of her head.

They stayed there for quite awhile, holding each other, until Percy picked her up, grabbed a blanket, and walked out of the cabin. When he reached their destination in the woods, he spread the blanket out the best he could while still holding Piper, then laid down with her, breathing in the fresh air.

She pulled away from him, laying on her back with her eyes closed. Her eyes were less puffy, and her face a light shade of pink.

He watched her, then pulled her close again. She smiled softly. There was always a certain kind of understanding silence between them. Whether it was comfortable, or uncomfortable, it was almost like they could read each other's minds.

Softly, she kissed him, and he cupped her cheek in his hand, not letting her pull away from the kiss quite yet. The kiss was needy and full of want, and Piper could feel tears start to well up again as she pulled him as close as she could and murmured, "I can't seem to get you close enough."

They got up and went back to the cabin, slamming the door behind them. In a second they were on the bed, Percy on top of her and pulling her shirt and bra off as he felt her curves caressed her breasts, his erection already straining against his jeans.

Clothes came off and Percy thrusted into her, as her moans and whimpers turned him on even more. She buried her face in his neck, the closeness barely enough as their needs were fulfilled with just an hour of being intimate together.

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It was rare times when Piper even found Percy crying, and he hated when he let his weak side out. He usually tried to cry when she was only away, but at rare points she caught him; and couldn't seem to make her go away.

Piper walked into the cabin one day, back from the grocery store (at one point or another they needed more food) and saw him on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. She carefully closed the door and put the groceries away, understanding that he needed a few moments to recollect himself.

When she finished putting the groceries away, she walked over and sat next to him. Putting an arm around his shoulders, she was surprised to see Percy turn to her and bury his face in her chest. She held him as he continued crying, knowing that all she could do was hold him, because he didn't like talking about it. Gently, she stroked his hair, letting out a deep breath.

When he stopped crying, he pushed her away and she stumbled back, looking down and sighing.

"I'm sorry," she said, but then he pulled her close again and held her bone-crushingly tight.

That night, they slept just on the ground. In each others' warmth, and Piper didn't care how many tears of his soaked her shirt.