Thalias pov
It's a curious thing. One minute you can be happy and laughing, but then the next you can be confused and frustrated.
"Thanks," I said annoyed as the waiter laid our brownie deluxe in front of me. When he walked away, I took my fork and started stabbing the stupid brownie, pretending it was a certain god of the underworlds face. To think our date was ruined just so he could ask for his son to get his clothes from the laundry mat or something. It always ended up like that, according to Nico.
Ten minutes after he left, in walks my dead boy. On his face was a look of pure anger that even gave me the creeps looking at him. He had undone his tie and he looked like he just wanted to do away with someone.
"Babe, what happened?" I asked gently.
"Let me pay and we can leave. Your done right?" He gestured to the half empty plate of brownie.
"Well I was saving the rest for you," I said, "but if you don't want it, I'm done."
"Okay well I think I lost all appetite I had left, so yeah, I'm ready too." He mumbled and went to the front to pay while I followed silently beside him.
He paid the cashier and we walked slowly to the elevator.
"Okay were alone and we have 19 more floors to go. What's going on?" I questioned.
"Look, this is hard for me to say and I want to be somewhere where we will be alone for more than two minutes when I tell you," he said grasping my hand. I was then silent. This must be worse than going to a laundry mat. He turned around when another couple walked inside the elevator. I smiled at them, in a welcoming gesture. They looked happy like they had the best night ever. I couldn't help thinking I wish that was us.
The rest of the way to the car, he acted as a gentlemen; holding doors open and wearing a fake happiness mask. When we finally got to the car I opened my door and sat down, all in one swift motion. He seemed to take his time, like he wasn't excited to tell me. When he started the engine and started driving away, I stared at him. I guess he understood and he told me everything.
"Well Persephone just went back to the underworld and is really upset. She wants my dad to spend more time with her instead of with dead people and stuff. Well him being SUCH a genius, he thought that for 3 months I could go down there and do everything for him while he 'reconnected' with Persephone. When I said no, he threatened to hurt someone I love," When he said love his grip on the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles turned white, "and I CANNOT let that happen so I have to leave in a couple days for three months."
I sat there staring ahead. I knew that 'love' was me and I knew he would never stay with my life on the line. He was leaving.
"Oh," I breathed and held back tears.
"B-but I promise I will Iris message you every day and I will shadow travel to you if you need me. I will be there with you. "
"You promise?" I said, still on the verge of tears.
"I promise you." He whispered and I decided to let the tears flow freely.
The rest of the ride, Nico had his hand on my leg while the radio played love songs. No words were exchanged until we got back to camp and we were on my porch.
"Thank you, so much for taking me on a wonderful date." I told him and he kissed me, long and full of passion.
"No problem," he whispered, and I knew I needed more of his lips than that. I opened my door and grabbed his jacket, pulling him inside my house. He seemed to notice my change of mood, and I think he was all for it.
"What's gotten in to you?" He asked smiling while I closed the door with my foot. "Well, since your leaving me for three months with Clarisse, then I have to get a little quality time with you," I whispered. I pushed him on to the couch and slid in to his lap. His face was a mixture of surprise and excitement. I put my arms around his neck and he put his hands on my lower back. Gods, I really hope my dad's not watching.
When we started kissing, it reminded me of our first; amazing and full of energy. Our tongues battled for dominance, which made it a lot more fun. Every minute that went by, I only wanted for him to stay with me more. And as we parted to gasp for air, I met his lips again for more passion than the kiss before it. I lost all since of time and the only thing that mattered anymore was me and him.
When my senses finally came back to me, I felt totally different. I opened my eyes, and realized why. Now I was lying down on the couch, with him on top of me. We were really in to it now. I had already unbuttoned his shirt and was rubbing his six-pack while he moaned uncontrollably. I parted the kissing, for fear of going too far, and he made a puppy dog face that would melt the heart of my father.
"Why did you stop?" He asked, not showing any sign of moving; and I was glad.
"Well I thought if we kept it up like this, more might be coming off than your shirt." I nodded toward him. I guess then he finally realized what was going on because he blushed.
"Oops," he mumbled and I laughed. I looked at the clock that read 2:00. We had been going at this for 3 hours!
"Whoa, look at the time!" I said and he followed my gaze.
"Oh well I guess I can always shadow travel back-"he started.
NO!" I nearly screamed.
"Why not? I have to get home somehow and I can't just walk outside without; a) evil harpies eating me, or b) someone might see me and accuse us of stuff we didn't do." He replied.
"Well you don't have to go home," I whispered and he gave me a look of 'huh?' "Well you can stay here tonight. I have king size bed, not that we have to use all that space," I continued.
"Well how could I say no to sleeping with my girlfriend.. I mean… oh you know? "He replied, me and him both blushing like crazy. He moved off of me so I could get up, and I then took his hand. I dragged him to the back of my cabin in the pitch blackness.
"You know I've never been in your bedroom." He said as we stopped in front of my door.
"Well, I must warn you; it's really girly. I've only been in this cabin for three months and I haven't gotten the time to clean it up and make it all dark and homey. And with my pre-warning, we walked in to my sickening bedroom.
