AN: Okay, from here, the dating and fucking starts. The hearth goddess, Hestia, has kindly volunteered to be the first. Also, I rewrote Inside the Infirmary and lLarning to Live, check them out before reading this chapter.
Time: A Few Days Later
"Will you stop worrying for them one single moment?" Percy groaned at the constantly fretting goddess.
It was not even like they were at Ogygia. Right now, they were walking along a wide road, somewhere on the eastern coast. Percy wasn't sure where they were, exactly, and it was not like it affected them in any way. They could just have flashed anywhere they liked.
The only reason they were here was that he had visited the same fair with Annabeth a few years back, their first date in the mortal world. So, it seemed fitting to have his first date in the same place, now that she was gone.
Percy was thankful for the clouded sky, which blocked out the sun, the air slightly cool and the world shadowy. It had a slight grey tinge to it, accompanied by the invigorating smell of fresh earth, it heralded impending rain. It was a welcome break from the constant heat and golden sunshine of his tropical island. A slight breeze blew through his hair, further ruffling his messy black locks. The roads were mostly empty, except for the pedestrians and the occasional car zooming by. The green leaves of the trees rustled, fresh and vibrant, reinvigorated by the promise of rain.
No one knew why he was taking Hestia to this out of place fair, and not one of the big ones in the larger cities. He hadn't told anyone, nor did he plan to tell them anytime soon.
"I know!" Hestia almost shouted in her ear, frantic as she tried to Iris Message them again, but she was restrained by Percy. "It's just... I don't know..."
Percy wrapped an arm around her shoulders, dragging the much shorter girl to his chest. "They will be fine, Hestia, just relax."
"But-" she made a dissatisfied noise.
He gripped her shoulders, forcing her to look up into his dark sea-green eyes with wide, almost scared brown orbs. "Everything is okay, right?"
She nodded.
"We will be away only for a few hours, right?"
Another nod.
"They have several immortals among them, and all of them are above fifteen, right?"
Nod.
"So they can take care of themselves?"
"I need to go and check on them!" Hestia clapped her hand over her mouth, afraid she was annoying Percy too much on their first date. This was her nervousness talking.
Percy groaned. "Okay. One more Iris Message, and then, we will have the entire day to ourselves, right?"
She nodded, chewing her lower lip in anxiety and worry.
"Okay, come on, let's go here." The two made their way to a shady alley, and after checking that no one was present, Percy used his powers over moisture as a son of Poseidon to make a slight mist.
"Fleecy, do me a solid, and show me the girls at Ogygia."
The mist shimmered, and Percy hugged Hestia close to his chest, the shorter goddess fitting perfectly into his taller frame, almost as if she was made specifically for him. She snuggled closer to his warmth, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms wrapped around her comfortingly, protectively, and possessively.
"CAMPING IS NOT ALLOWED!!" Rose's indignant shout immediately met their ears, making the two wince slightly as the rest laughed at her.
"Hey Percy, Hestia." Ruby greeted them as she caught sight of the two. "Back again so soon?"
"Yeah." Percy groaned.
"Are you all right?" The hearth goddess said, not minding the bored god behind her.
"Yes, we are!" Nyx shouted from somewhere, only for Rose to pop her head into view. "I'm not. This is the fifth time I died from snipers. Big brother, tell Violet to stop camping!"
From somewhere, Neo added her opinion. "Snipers are supposed to camp! Do you want to switch characters with me?"
"What are you playing?" Percy asked, gleeful for this, only to be elbowed in the ribs.
"Have you eaten anything? Is anybody injured? Should I go back?" She asked at a rapid pace, making Ruby laugh.
Aphrodite popped her head in, pushing Rose out of view. "Hestia, everything is fine on our end. You just enjoy yourself, without worrying about us. Show that stud the time of his life!" And with a saucy, suggestive wink, the love goddess waved her hand through the message, abruptly cutting it off, before the furiously blushing Hestia could say anything.
Percy took the opportunity to pin the goddess against the wall, using his taller frame to dominate her shorter body. He cupped her cheeks gently, looking into her warm brown eyes lovingly. "Hestia... do you not want this date?"
She violently shook her head, opening her lips to answer. No word came out, however, as Percy leaned down, silencing her with his lips.
Pleasurable sparks ran up Hestia's being, as she stood on her tiptoes, trying her best to kiss him back with equal passion and skill. Her soft, warm lips ran in sync with his as they tried to devour each other's lips, trying to convey their raging emotions the best they could. The light-headed hearth goddess could feel his warmth, could hear his rapid heartbeat as she tasted his delicious lips.
She was the first one to break their passionate embrace, breathless and golden-cheeked, cursing her lack of skill and experience.
Percy stared deep into her warm brown eyes for a moment, and she stared back, before looking away with a golden blush. He could see her excitement, her cheeks were bright gold, and her ears were tinged the same, vibrant shade. His eyes started wandering, trying to burn the view of his beautiful, gentle hearth goddess permanently into his mind.
Hestia reached only till the lower part of his chest, she was so small- one of the shortest goddesses in her eighteen-year-old form. Or he was that large.
She was wearing his hoodie, a thick crimson garment that was too long for her. It hung cutely till her knees, the sleeves too long for her slim arms, and hanging loosely from her wrist, flapping cutely whenever she moved. He did not know how she kept the hoodie from slipping off her shoulders, but it didn't. Beneath the long hoodie that almost doubled as a dress, Hestia wore tight, comfortable jeans that hugged all her curves.
The hoodie made her look cute, and marked her as his, but Percy wasn't sure why she would wear such a long hoodie outside. Maybe to stop perverts from staring at her?
Beside the imposing, tall and muscular figure of the Dark god, his dark eyes and sharp, dangerous looks, it just screamed that she was his property.
She was his obedient pet.
Her long, soft and silky brown hair cascaded down in front, forming a gentle, soft curtain as they framed her angelic face in a brown halo. Her warm brown eyes shined with a bright light and hope, her soft and pink, slightly swollen lips, almost perpetually curled up in a blinding smile, showing off her shining, perfect teeth. Her laugh, like the beautiful tinkling of small bells, was the most cheerful sound in the world, inducing hope in anyone fortunate enough to hear her. She carried with her the pleasant scent of home-cooked meals, a scent that induced nostalgia and childish longing in anyone, accompanied by a lesser scent of fragrant, expensive cologne that Aphrodite had made her wear for the date. Small silver earrings, just simple triangles dangling from her gold-tinged ears, tinkled, forming a pleasant sound.
The hoodie sure did hide nice things. Her sizeable rack, which Percy knew intimately from that one time, was visible only as a slight protrusion from her chest, thanks to the large cloth hanging loosely from her shoulders. His eyes followed her slim stomach to wide, childbearing hips. Thick, luscious thighs completed the goddess' perfect hourglass figure. Comfortable, white sneakers protected her small, soft feet.
Most of the time, she was the epitome of cuteness.
However, Hestia could be hot and sexy, an enticing little vixen throwing sultry smirks and 'fuck me senseless' looks when she wanted.
Percy could not ever overestimate how lucky he was, to be able to see that side of her. The only one to ever see that side of the hearth goddess since the dawn of time itself.
Percy remembered clearly how well she sucked his cock. Inexperienced, yes, but enthusiastic and eager to learn.
Her soft lips wrapped tightly around his thick, hard meat, her warm, wet velvet tongue massaging his sensitive tip, lapping up all the ample pre he leaked. Her throat muscles involuntarily massaging his cock, trying to coax a load out of him. Her warm, brown eyes, innocent yet excited, looked up at him. She blushed when she caught him staring intensely at her, her cheeks and ears tinged bright gold. Yet, despite her embarrassment, she did not let go of his cock, balls deep in her warm, wet mouth.
Instead, she sucked even harder.
Percy jolted out from his dream world, coming to a surprising, sudden realization.
It was confirmed by the sight before him.
Hestia had obviously watched him ogle her as he held her captive between himself and the wall. She was blushing furiously, immortal ichor rushing up to her face to heat her cheeks, her ears tinged gold. Percy was sure that she would faint if he kissed her again, and he could almost see the steam coming out of her ears as she blushed down to her neck. Her pale creamy skin assumed a golden tint, shining and glistening in the light. Her thick thighs, were rubbing against each other as she tried to smother the burning flame of arousal, the movement clearly visible even through the long, loose hoodie that hid most of her body.
It might have been the kiss they had shared, but, Percy reasoned, his thought was more probable.
Hestia was an exhibitionist.
His signature, devilish crooked smirk twisted his lips, his dark sea green shining with mirth as he stared at the shy hearth goddess, who secretly loved being watched.
The little detail told him loads about the hearth goddess, and explicit detail of what buttons he needed to push with her.
He pulled down her crimson hood, making Hestia stare up at him. "Now we'll enjoy ourselves without any worry, yes?"
"Yes!" She nodded, her voice excited and hopeful, smiling brightly up at him as her brown eyes shined like gemstones through the shadows cast by the hood.
He smiled back at her, lifting her hood to place a soft, warm kiss on her forehead, before he held out an arm. Hestia laced her arm through the crook of his elbow, walking with an added bounce in her step.
As soon as they entered the fair itself, it was as if a switch had been flicked.
Hestia was like a kid at Christmas as she jumped from shop to shop, dragging Percy along with her. Expertly weaving through the crowds of people milling about, she stopped and looked at every shop window, her eyes wide at the little, cheap trinkets put on display.
"Percy, what is that?" She asked, tugging at his shirt as she pointed at a stall selling cotton candy, "Is that food?" She asked, eyeing all the couples buying.
Percy smiled at her, handing her a cone. Hestia smiled giddily at that, taking a bite out of the pink, sweet, sugary treat, which melted in her mouth deliciously.
"This is heavenly!" She announced, never having had any modern mortal street food.
Percy cracked a grin. "At least, now, this man can say his cotton candy has been certified by Hestia herself!"
Hestia ignored his lame joke. "Won't you have some?"
In response, Percy raised his own cone of sugar, "As if I'll willingly miss out on anything sweet."
Hestia rolled her eyes, even as a smile tugged at her lips. "Of course."
The two, basically joined at the hip, went through a few more shops.
"What is this?" Hestia childishly demanded of her companion, pointing at a man standing beside a strange-looking... object.
Percy smiled at the goddess, his eyes shining at her cuteness. The sleeve of his crimson hoodie dangled loosely from the end of her arm. He pulled her towards the man, "This is a strongman competition, my Hestia." He ignored the golden blush on Hestia's face at hearing him call her his, instead dropping a dollar onto the outstretched palm of the man.
He lifted the hammer, and a second later, the metallic sound of a bell rang in the air.
"Which one do you want, goddess?"
Hestia hesitated, and Percy chose for her.
"Here." It was a simple, yet elegant, beautiful golden chain with small rubies, and a small, heart-shaped silver pendant dangling from the end. The pendant was blank, ready to be filled with happy memories.
Hestia happily let down her oversized hood, lifting her brown hair to expose the pale skin of her neck. Her soft, pink lips were curled up in a blinding smile.
Percy fastened the clasp of the chain around her neck, pecking the chain and her exposed skin.
Hestia's face drowned in gold at the gesture, and she hissed, "We are in public, Percy!"
He just shrugged, and offered her a sexy smirk that temporarily took away her ability to speak. Unconsciously, the hearth goddess' small fist closed around the empty silver pendant hanging around her neck, and a small smile played upon her lips, as she chased a laughing Percy through the thick crowds of the fair.
A few minutes later, Hestia looked up in childlike wonder, her brown eyes wide, at the massive circular structure that dominated most of the fair. "What is that, Percy?"
He smiled down at the short goddess, hugging her tightly to his chest. "That is the Ferris wheel. Come on, we'll ride that now!"
And he guided her through the numerous couples making their way to the wheel, Hestia loving his warmth as she pressed herself closer to his chest. His strong hand wrapped around her shoulders protectively, holding her tightly.
The lights around them, the cheerful sounds... Hestia laughed loudly, lost in the innocence of her childish joy.
She was loving every moment of the day, as she was dragged about by the enthusiastic Dark god, hell-bent on showing her everything the fair had to offer.
She eyed the various couples boarding the Ferris wheel, and tugged at Percy's shirt. "Come on, Percy! We'll miss the ride!"
The son of Poseidon forked over a few dollars to the man at the booth, turning to attend to his beautiful... girlfriend? He laughed as she hurriedly dragged him over to the Ferris wheel.
Hestia glared at her smokin' hot boyfriend, huffing as she sat beside him in one of the capsules on the Ferris wheel. "You're mean."
Wait, back up a bit.
Smokin' hot, he was. Her boyfriend, was he? Hestia wasn't sure, but she assumed that since they were on a date, alone, he could have been her boyfriend, if only for that day.
"Are you angry with me?" He asked softly.
Hestia did not answer, making a dissatisfied sound with her mouth as she snuggled closer into his side. She glared off into the distant lights of the city, unable to remain angry with him for too long.
"Percy..."
He hummed.
"Why are you not hugging me?"
He laughed, "I thought you did not like PDA."
"We're not in public." She reasoned, snuggling closer to him as they rose.
"I love you, Hestia." Percy pecked her cheek as he hugged her tightly, making her face heat up.
Did he mean it?
Just when they were at the very top of the Ferris wheel, it lurched to a stop. Hestia looked up at Percy worriedly, "Is this supposed to happen?"
His brows furrowed. "No..."
He was cut off as a voice sounded over the intercom. "I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen, but due to unforeseen technical circumstances, the ride has been stuck..." The man droned on and on, sounding bored.
Everything was silent for a while, the two of them just enjoying the others' company.
It was Hestia who broke the silence.
"It's been an awful day for you, hasn't it?"
Percy tightened his hold on her. "What makes you say that?"
"The weather's awful, I was constantly worrying about the others when this was supposed to be only our day out, and now-now this. I'm awful. I should never have-"
"Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yeah, but you-" The hearth goddess was cut off again, as Percy spun her, so that she was sprawled atop him.
"You enjoyed yourself, yourself that's what matters to me. You know, it's the duty of the man to show his girl a good time. Not the other way around."
Percy was already scrunched on the seat as he attempted to lie down in the small compartment. His head rested against the glass of one window, and his legs were propped up against the other. His dark sea-green eyes watched the grey sky through the glass ceiling of the Ferris wheel.
They were right at the tip of the wheel. How convenient.
Hestia tried to prop herself up on her arms, but she was restrained by Percy's strong arms, which held her captive against the chest. She struggled for a while, before yielding. The hearth goddess looked up at Percy, who was still looking at the stormy sky. Her chin rested against his sternum, and her head rose and fell with his chest as he breathed.
He finally lolled his head back lazily to look at her, lightly pecking her soft lips. Despite her best attempts, Hestia could not help but enjoy his affections.
He kissed her again, this time, longer, more passionate and harsher. Her head was pressed back despite her best efforts to reciprocate, their lips locked in a rough kiss as he completely dominated her. Any words she might have had, died in her throat as she moaned into his mouth, lost in overwhelming pleasure at his aggression.
Percy broke their kiss, his eyes shining with mirth.
Before Hestia could say anything, Percy captured her lips in another intimate kiss.
Hestia suddenly felt hot underneath her oversized hoodie. Right then, the only thing she wanted was to strip completely naked, and to show herself off to her lover.
"What are you doing?" She protested lightly between kisses, but her body did not resist. All sorts of pleasurable sensations ran through her being with every gentle caress.
She could not help but wonder how he could be so harsh and rough, but soft and gentle, at the same time.
"Look at it like this." He encouraged, kissing her again. "Your incessant worrying tells me what a nice and caring person you are inside." For emphasis, he placed a gentle, comforting kiss on her forehead. "This malfunction has enabled me to spend some more time with you, alone. Away from anybody else."
He gained a mischievous twinkle in his dark sea-green eyes. "Do you remember what happened the last time we were completely alone?"
He continued, callously ignoring her furious, embarrassed golden blush, "And what is it about the weather? The weather's perfect." He rolled her again, effortlessly, as if she were just a doll, so that Hestia rested her head against his chest. So that she could see what he was seeing.
Hestia's warm brown eyes scanned the grey sky through the glass ceiling, and she could see what Percy meant.
It was raining.
The grey sky wept for the hearth goddess, the cool raindrops pitter-pattering against the glass, forming a melodious music. A strong wind swayed the compartment on the Ferris wheel. But Hestia did not feel threatened. It reminded her of a loving mother gently rocking her children to sleep. The stormy clouds swirled in the sky, and the distant city lights twinkled through the curtain of rain, a multitude of all colours. It was beautiful.
This was just the kind of weather that Percy loved.
Unconsciously, a beautiful smile blossomed on the gentle goddess' angelic face, even as her heavy eyelids drooped in sleep.
She was more comfortable in the cramped Ferris wheel compartment, with Percy, in the rain, than she was in her bed without him.
Her head rested against her lover's chest, his steady heartbeat forming a lullaby along with the steady music of the relentless rain. Her smaller body was safe in his lap, his warmth comforting and protective. His warm, strong arms were wrapped around her short, curvy body. His chin was pressed against the top of her head. She was clothed in his oversized, crimson hoodie that he had gladly (read: unknowingly) given her. His warm breath on her neck, sent goosebumps up her skin, his fragrant scent in her nose.
Her pink lips were swollen, and slightly bruised, and the several kisses she had shared with him, were foremost on her mind, dampening her senses. A wanton giddiness filled her being, and inside, Hestia was jumping up and down in joy, despite her sleepiness.
She felt like she was in Elysium.
"I love you, Hestia. You are mine, and I mean it." He gently bit down on the exposed part of her neck, making Hestia moan and tilt her head, allowing him more access to her. His abnormally sharp teeth sank deliciously into her skin, and Hestia was confused about which was the pain or the pleasure. Her body was assaulted by truckloads of bliss, and she felt like she was going to orgasm from that singular action.
The day was anything but imperfect.
"I am yours."
AN: Who says the last line? Was it Percy or Hestia? I dunno, you decide. Food for thought. Also, since I'm dropping so many Sabaton references, I'm wondering whether Percy should go and watch a Sabaton concert with one of the girls. The chapter could be named 'Seeing Sabaton'. Thoughts?
Also, just like how Poseidon, being the god of the sea, smells like the ocean, or Artemis, being the goddess of the wild, smells of forests, what will Percy's scent be? Please give me ideas. Rmember his domains.
Next chapter: Hestia loses her virginity!
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (Messi)