9: Perfect Crime

Summary: There's no evidence of their sins, that forbidden love of theirs. It's the perfect crime.

Pairing(s): Thalia/Apollo.

Genre: Romance, Drama.

World: Canon?

Warnings: Implied sex. Tiny swearing.

Song(s) listened to while writing:Perfect Crime covered by Hanatan and Pokota (better than original version, I swear)

Disclaimer: If I did, Thapollo would be canon.

Date Written: 05/08/2012


Her being the lieutenant of Artemis, leader of the Hunters is a mixed blessing. The bad part? She's a Hunter. Sworn off boys. Like, forever.

The good part; she gets to be the messenger of Lady Artemis to her annoying twin brother.

At first, she absolutely hated it. He was flirty, constantly making up poems about her delicate beauty (she wanted to punch him so badly), singing cheesy love songs, half of them in languages she didn't even have a clue for what they were, and smiling at her with all the brightness of the sun.

Phoebe later told her that she'd been more terrifying than her father when she came back the first time and started to shoot a target viciously.

But somewhere, sometime around, it changed. He became more sincere, more deep. And she started to respond, not knowing their emotions were intersecting.

She still kept up the act of hating him, of being annoyed by his playboy ways.

It didn't occur to her just how in deep she was until he had her pinned to the sofa at his palace, practically eating off her face, and instead of fighting him off like any self-respectful Hunter would have done, she'd kissed back, clawing at his godly back covered in clothes.

~Oh, shit.~

That was what she said aloud when she woke up naked next to Apollo, neck covered with bruises, 'love bites'.

She planned to confess, and go down in disgrace. The god next to her, sadly, was more than reluctant to let that happen. She was pretty sure he seduced her into not telling Artemis that she'd broken the vow, and instead ridden the evidence of their night activity with a snap of his fingers.

From then on, she went both downhill and uphill. That affair was dangerous, stupid, irresponsible, and gods, she was doing it with Apollo, Apollo, the guy who pretty much slept with everything that had a heartbeat.

And yet, it was so wonderful, and she loved the burning feeling, the passion she'd missed out swearing herself to the virgin goddess. She was in love with this crime.

She hoped he was, too. Hoped he was just as entranced, that they'd never come to their senses and call it quits, and that they'd never stop sinking in that sinful sea.

All they had to do was make sure Artemis never found out. Thank the inventors for protection and birth control, the healing magic he specialized in and his Olympian rights. No evidence anywhere.

Nothing but the Perfect Crime.