I was the first one awake in the Aphrodite cabin. Number one reason? Because today, I had a sort-of-not-really date with Percy. I mean, it was going to be just the two of us, so it was a date, right?

Number two reason why I was up before dawn was to avoid Drew. I wasn't afraid of her, really. I was just tired of constantly arguing with her. I swear, I tried to get along with her but everything she said was adding fuel to the fire. Plus, if she asked me one more thing about her diary, I was sure I'd crack. Right in two, just like a boiled egg.

So I cleaned up around my bunk for the routine morning inspection (which was only just me making up my bed) and snuck out of the cabin, shutting the door softly behind me. I looked over my shoulder for any witnesses before running to the Poseidon cabin. No one ever mentioned this, but I guess the harpies' shift ended somewhere around 4 a.m. because I didn't see not one of them, thank the gods.

Jiggling the lock to the Poseidon cabin, I was surprised to find it unlocked. I was going to have to talk to Percy about that later. I really did not want him getting murdered at night.

I then proceeded to close the door behind me, trying to enter as quietly as possible. That plan blew up in my face when I ran into something hard and fell backwards on my butt, knocking the breath out of me.

"Merde,"* I cursed in French, slowly getting up despite the pain in my big toe.

I heard a bed squeak from the shifting of the person's weight, followed by the sound of a snort. I held my breath, expecting for the son of Poseidon to wake up but he didn't. He was a freakin' heavy sleeper, especially when it came to clumsy people like me, tripping over things and whatnot.

I climbed into bed with him - hey, I know what you're thinking, not like that, everything was kept strictly PG-13 - and was surprised when he croaked out, "Sienna?"

I nodded and then remembered he couldn't see me. "Yeah."

He groaned, rubbing his eyes tiredly. "What are you doing here? It's like," he paused, "five in the morning."

"It's actually four," I corrected him. "And if you don't want me here I can leave..." I started to get off the bed, but he quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me into him. I nearly had a heart attack from our close proximity. I didn't mean to sound cliche, but I could literally feel his heart beating against my own.

"No, stay." Percy whispered, wrapping his arms around me so that I had no hope of escaping. I became strictly aware of the fact that he only wore boxers and I blushed. I was so lucky it was dark.

Instead of addressing Percy's state of dress, I said, "You should really lock your doors, Mr. Jackson. It's a quite dangerous world we're living in."

He laughed, putting his face in the crook of my neck. "I heard dressers are pretty dangerous, too."

"You prick!" I yelled, punching him in the stomach. He groaned. "You were awake and you didn't ask if I was okay? What if I was having a seizure or something? What then?"

"You're okay so that's all that matters." He said, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"Me faut retourner à la pute qui m'a accouchée."** I muttered under my breath.

"What?" I could imagine the confused look he wore on his face right now. "You speak French?"

"It's the language of love." I deadpanned.

"Whoa, you're trilingual, that's so hot." He mumbled into my skin, pressing his lips softly there. When I made no reaction, he applied more pressure and started to kiss up my neck, reaching my sweet spot.

"Percy," I meant to say, but it came out as a moan. Damn him and his good looks. How was I supposed to resist someone like him?

He flipped us over so that he was no on top and in control of the whole situation. Holding himself above me on his elbows, Percy smirked, his green eyes still holding their glow in the darkness of the cabin. "Glad to know that you find me utterly irresistible, Beauty."

I raised an eyebrow. "Beauty?"

"Yeah, that's my new nickname for you."

"I guess that makes you the Beast then," I snickered, laughing at his priceless reaction.

Percy kissed my forehead and I wrinkled my nose. "As long as I end up with you, I'm alright with that."

"Is that a pick-up line, Beast?"

"Maybe..." he smiled down at me.

"You know, I normally don't accept kisses before the first date, but I think I'd make an exception just this once." I said and he grinned.

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Well, I better take advantage over this situation then," he smirked, leaning down to kiss me.

This was our first real kiss. I didn't count that one time before because it wasn't done out of some deeper feeling. Now, it had meaning. We both knew what we wanted and that was each other.

And can I just admit something? Percy was an amazing kisser. He obviously had some experience in the field of romance while I, on the other hand, didn't. I wrapped my arms around his neck, running a hand through his hair as he deepened the kiss. He moaned and ran his tongue along my bottom lip, asking for entrance. I accepted it by opening my mouth. Our tongues fought for dominance and Percy won, getting to explore my mouth.

He pulled away and my eyes slowly drifted open.

"Whoa," he gasped.

I breathed heavily. "I know."

My heart swelled as I took in his appearance. Even with his disheveled hair and swollen lips, Percy was still breath-taking. Especially after that kiss. I let my eyes wander down his chest, biting my lip when I saw his toned chest and holy Zeus, that v-line. Kill me now.

He leaned in again but I held my finger up to his lips. "Uh uh, you were lucky enough to get one kiss out of me, Beast." I said jokingly.

Percy pouted. "One more please?"

I quickly pecked him on the lips. "There."

He groaned and plopped down on the bed beside me, facing towards me. I reached over and started to trace the lines of his chest. Percy's skin felt fiery hot against my cool fingertips. He closed his eyes and hummed.

"You're just teasing now." He muttered.

I smirked and scooted closer to him, wrapping a leg around his bottom half. "Better?" I asked innocently.

Percy shook his head, his eyes still closed. "Worse," he said, "way way worse."

"I'm sleepy." I yawned, snuggling closer to him for warmth.

"Sienna!" He hissed. "You can't go to sleep. I'm very awake right now."

"Watch me," I said, closing my eyes. "Anyways, some of us need our beauty sleep more than others."

"I'm offended that my girlfriend would think that."

I stiffened. "Did you say the g-word?"

Percy shrugged nonchalantly. Oh my gods, he did.

"WHAT?"

He fake yawned and kissed me on the forehead. "Goodnight."

"Vouz avez plein de merde, Perseus

Jackson."***

He tried not to laugh, but the corners of his mouth were twitching. "I'm going to bed because one of us needs their beauty rest and it's not me." He said.

"Fine," I rolled my eyes, "see if you get a kiss tomorrow."

He made a pained sound in the back of his throat. "Sorry," he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me into his chest so that I was being suffocated. Playfully, of course.

"That's what I thought."

And then we fell asleep like that, wrapped in each other's arms. I had the best sleep I'd had in a long time, pretty much since I left home. There was just something about Percy that was just so comforting, like whenever he was near, I was safe.

When the sun finally came up, my eyes fluttered open slowly, meeting sea green ones that were already staring back at me. It was a sight I could get used to seeing first thing in the morning every day. I yawned and then quickly covered my mouth with my hand. Percy raised an eyebrow and gave me an amused smile.

"What?" He asked.

"I have horrible morning breath."

"I don't care," he said, "you're still beautiful."

"Don't flatter me." I joked.

He shook his head, "No, I'm serious."

I stayed silent and stared back at him blankly. How was I beautiful? I wasn't even one of the best looking daughters of Aphrodite. Even though I tried not to show it, I was insecure with my looks. Everywhere there were prettier girls than me, girls that had a better body than me.

"Look at me," Percy demanded, putting a finger under my chin and turning my head so I had no choice but to look at him. "No matter how insecure you are, you're beautiful, Sienna. You just can't see how your smile lights up the room and makes all the girls jealous. I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have you laying right here in this bed with me. So many guys would kill to be me."

I cleared my throat. "Uh, thanks?"

Wow, way to go. After Percy spills his heart out to me, all I can say is a pathetic 'uh, thanks?' Someone please get me a dictionary.

Percy took advantage of my dumbness and planted a kiss on my lips. I could tell he was expecting it to be a short one because he was taken by surprise when I reached behind his head and used my hand to keep him close to me. He deepened the kiss, placing his hands on my hips and playing with the hem of my shirt.

Suddenly the door busted open, and we instantly jumped apart, turning to see Annabeth holding a clipboard. Her face was insanely red, so I knew she saw us making out. Everyone knew that two campers, specifically a boy and a girl, weren't allowed alone by themselves in a cabin with the door closed. I squeezed my eyes shut and buried my face in Percy's chest, making a strangled sound.

"Inspection?" I heard her say.

"Crap," Percy groaned. "I totally forgot. Annabeth, could you, um, come by later? And please, don't tell Chiron or Mr. D?"

I knew she'd say yes. Annabeth was hopelessly in love with my 'boyfriend'. She literally reeked of love.

Annabeth was going to kill me.

"Yeah," she said, "yeah, just clean up some."

When she closed the door behind her, Percy put a hand on my lower back. "You okay there, Beauty?" He asked.

I nodded. "You should really lock your door."

* Merde - shit

** Me faut retourner à la pute qui m'a accouchée - Go back to the whore who gave birth to you

*** Vouz avez plein de merde - You are full of shit