DC: I DON'T OWN ANYTHING! . . . Except the plot.
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Athena woke up to the sound of the bath running. She slowly sat up and looked around. She was back at the room at Hotel 41.
"Hey, 'Thee, you okay?" Poseidon said, coming around the corner, having heard her sit up.
She put her hand on her head lightly, before saying, "Fine. What happened?"
"Well, we went on the London Eye, Medusa turned out to be there, along with a whole bunch of empousa. One of them got you in a choke hold, which you somehow got out of, and then you killed Medusa. After that, you passed out, so I flashed us back here." Poseidon explained.
"You!"Athena snarled angrily."You just bit my shield!"
Athena's eye's widened.
"We're over Medusa. We have been since Greece. Move on."Poseidon said.
"He is mine,"Athena said simply in Medusa's ear.
The words echoed around her head, and soon the gaps were filled in.
"He is mine."
"He is mine."
"He is mine."
"He is mine."
Athena slumped as the scene replayed again and again.
"Hey, 'Thee, what's wrong?"
Athena shook her head and her eyes focused on Poseidon waving his hand in front of her face, sitting on the bed in front of her, looking very worried.
"Nothing," she murmured. "Just . . . going over it. I'm sure you're wondering why I passed out like I did."
"Well, I would appreciate it if you explained," he said patiently.
"It's simple really," she said. "Well, we're immortal, so loss of oxygen doesn't kill us, but it becomes extremely uncomfortable, and if the breath is held too long, it causes us to pass out."
"But . . ." Poseidon said, confused. "What about when we hold our breath? We could hold our breath forever and that wouldn't happen? And what about when I'm underwater?"
"It is only like that when someone forces us to make us hold our breaths. If you do it on your own accord, it's different. The same with the water."
"So," Poseidon clarified, "when we're forcedly suffocated, we pass out, but any other time we don't breath, we're fine? That's stupid."
"I didn't make the rules," Athena smiled. "I just know them."
A silence descended over them, that neither was uncomfortable with. "Well," Poseidon said at last. "I'm just glad you're okay. I wasn't sure after Oceanus . . ."
"I'm fine." She smiled slightly.
Poseidon took her hand and squeezed it affectionately. He leaned in slowly and tenderly kissed her lips.
She took her hand out his hand and put it behind his head, deepening the kiss. When they finally broke away, Poseidon leant his forehead on hers and said softly, "You know, because you are – or were– a maiden goddess, I can honestly say I didn't think you would be such a great kisser. But, gods."
He moved foreword and kissed her again. "I take that as insult," she murmured against his lips.
He smiled slightly in the kiss before standing up. "Don't."
"Where are we going?" Athena asked curiously.
"While you were . . . asleep, I went for a bit of a tour. They have an amazing pool here. Would you like to go swimming?" he asked eagerly.
She hesitated, but said, "Sure."
Poseidon resisted the urge to jump up and down. He leant down again and fervently kissed her lips again.
He stood up straight and took her hand and tugged it. "Get changed, beautiful."
He turned towards the en suite to get dressed himself.
Athena smiled slightly, before turning to her suitcase and opening it up. She dug through all of her clothes, making faces at each piece. The closer to the bottom she got, the more revealing they were, and she was upset by it.
Finally, she came across some swimmers and held them up, but immediately threw them down.
Bikini. Not her style.
She continued to look around and finally decided on something still slightly scandalous but the least revealing.
She sighed as she got, cursing Aphrodite as she did so.
"Stupid, dense, dumb, unintelligent, mindless love goddess," she grumbled.
She walked towards the other bathroom to get changed.
She slipped off her dress and changed into the black number. It was like a veryshort cocktail dress, flaunting her curves nicely. The fabric bunched around the shoulders and went up like a halter neck. Over her chest, it twisted in the middle, making it look intricate. The design made the swimmers go down to her hips.
She opened the door and walked over to her bag, which was sitting delicately on the small table in the kitchen. She rummaged around in it for a few seconds, before producing her sunglasses. She put them on the top of her head. The large frame suited her, and the gold triangles on each side complimented the design nicely.
Finally, she grabbed a small device she never thought she would need, but Apollo and Aphrodite had insisted she needed – an iPod.
After all, it wasn't like she was actually going in the water. She grabbed one of her books she had also packed – Romeo and Juliet.
She had tried to read it once (under instruction of Aphrodite – shocking, I know) and given up half way through, completely sick of the 'lovey dovey' air the characters held. Now, she thought she should give it another go.
She walked over to a cupboard as Poseidon emerged from the bathroom. She threw a bathrobe at him and put the other on herself. She put her hands under her hair and lifted it out of the robe.
Poseidon put the robe around him, but didn't tie it up, unlike Athena.
Poseidon silently walked to the door, and beckoned Athena to follow. They walked to the elevator – Poseidon insisted on the full experience when Athena objected – and went up to the top level.
Once the doors dinged open, Poseidon couldn't contain himself further. He jumped up and grabbed Athena's free hand. He ran towards the gate and Athena laughed freely.
Poseidon opened the gate and stepped back, letting Athena see the vista. Involuntarily, she gaped.
They walked through a wooden hallway, and out under marble roofing, with big, solid white columns holding it up. The columns extended down in to the clear blue water. Around the edges, the wooden floor was decorated with lounge chairs, which looked very comfortable. Athena's eyes drifted to the infinity pool. The water flowed softly of the edge, and gathered a few feet underneath, where a large Jacuzzi sat. Athena drifted over the one of the lounge chairs and put her iPod and book down, then put her glasses on her face. Poseidon came over and slipped off his robe and the gracefully dove into the water, having a minimum affect on the calm water.
"Come on!" he urged Athena, who shook her head, before taking off her own robe.
Poseidon stared as she sat on the chair and cross one leg over the other. She picked up the iPod and flicked over to a reasonable song, before picking up her book and starting to read.
"Boring!" Poseidon snorted, but Athena ignored him.
He swam around for bit, before looking over at Athena, who was halfway through the book and completely absorbed.
"At least come over at sit at the water's edge," Poseidon begged.
Athena groaned and snapped her book shut, realizing he wasn't going to give up. She put her things down and walked to the waters edge. She sat on the edge of the pool, her feet dangling in the water.
"No more," she refused and Poseidon walked through the water over to her. He lent in between her legs and whispered in her ear, "Why not?"
He gently kissed under her ear and she shivered involuntarily. He trailed kisses over her neck and she put her arms around his shoulders.
He moved back slightly, before putting his lips on hers, kissing her passionately.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he pushed back from the side of the pool walking backwards into the middle. Then, he pulled them both underwater.
Athena immediately opened her eyes and pulled her away. She pushed off him and stood up, her head and torso above the water.
Poseidon followed, laughing. Athena pulled her ruined glasses from her face and inspected them.
"Your buying me a new pair," she decided, throwing them at him. "I like those. I want them exactly the same."
He laughed again, before pulling her in for another kiss. She sighed in the kiss, before pulling them underwater.
Athena sat in the warm bath and closed her eyes. The bath was filled with bubbles and candles and rose petals decorated the dimly lit bathroom. She sighed and relaxed further.
A knock on the door jolted her from her thoughts and she was suddenly glad she had kept her swimmers on, hoping to first drench them before cleaning them properly.
"Come in," she called softly.
Poseidon opened the door, revealing him in just his board shorts, a towel casually swung around his neck.
"Hey," he said, closing the door.
"Hey," she replied, deciding they were speaking very 'human'.
"I think- I think we need to talk," he said softly.
She raised an eyebrow and sat up straighter. "Yes?" she asked cautiously.
"No, nothing like that," he assured, seeing her cautious expression. "I mean . . . I was just wondering . . . what are we going to do when we get back?"
Athena understood. "Why don't you get in and we'll discuss this further."
He took the towel from around his neck and hesitantly stepped in the warm water, instantly relaxing as the water swept up his body.
"Oh, this is nice," he said, laying back.
Athena nodded in reply. "Alright," she said. "Let's talk."
He sighed and moved his hands around under the water, making the bubbles swirl around.
"I don't know how many gods are away this week," he started, "but if someone starts wondering . . . I really like you, 'Thee. I just don't want this secrecy thing to come in the way of our relationship."
"Poseidon," Athena said seriously. "I really like you, too. And I don't want that either. But I fear that if we make our relationship public, we will not have an privacy . . . I guess I am okay with that, but you know as well as I do, that if Zeus finds out . . ."
Poseidon nodded in agreement. "So . . . where do we go from here?"
"Well," Athena said, moving to sit next to him. "I think we should do what we want . . . and see what the Fates have planned for us."
Poseidon grinned. "Well, I am fine with that. And you know what I want now?"
She smiled slightly and leaned, so their lips were a millimeter away from each other.
"What?" she whispered, her lips lightly touching his.
"I want to show you this restaurant I found while you were . . . asleep." He grinned, before standing up.
Athena huffed and pulled back. He bent down and pecked her lips.
"Later," he promised, before – magically – drying himself and walking out of the door. He turned slightly and grinned at her, before disappearing down the hall.
Athena huffed again before laying back against the bath and groaning in frustration – to which Poseidon replied with a laugh from where he was.
Well . . . took me long enough to get this chapter out. Hope you like it. :) Next chapter will be them going to this restaurant . . . it's pretty fancy! Until next time . . . Read, review and read again!