Percy PoV
It had been years since I had seen Artemis.Time after time, I tried and failed to get her from Olympus. I hate to say that I let myself go.
I hadn't shaved or gotten a haircut in a long time, and the work was consuming me. After I had fled, I found the Outcasts.
I joined them, quickly rising through the ranks to become one of the Generals.
Levi would stop by from time to time to make sure I hadn't gone insane.
Then there was a sound.
A small, annoying, barely noticeable sound.
Artemis had activated her tracker.
She was in Australia.
And she was amidst many, many immortals.
I appeared in the crowd, watching as my fiancé casually avoided a dart by crouching down to tie her shoe.
My goddess stood, and I wrapped around her from behind.
I had to keep myself from smirking when she realized who I was.
There was a sudden bang. It was close by. Aimed at her head.
I pulled my future wife forward in hopes she might survive.
It hit her in the neck.
Fuck.
I appeared in the hospital area with the goddess bleeding in my arms.
The doctors took her into surgery, and I watched from outside.
Hours later, they had removed the bullet and Artemis was stable.
I sat down next to her bed, waiting for her to wake up.
At some point, I fell asleep in the chair.
I was awoken by a soft hand on my own.
I sat back up.
Artemis was awake.
I had her released into my care and took her back to my apartment.
I set her down on my bed and kissed her forehead.
My fiancé laid back down, closing her eyes.
I went to the bathroom and showered. After that, I cut the mop on my head to something of shorter length and attempted to shave the hair on my face.
To be fair, I only cut myself once.
When I laid down next to my lover, she nuzzled into my chest. "Good boy."
"I wanted to clean up for you," I murmured, kissing her temple.
Artemis spent the next week recovering, which means we spent a week cuddling.
Good use of time, in my opinion.
"Percy, why do you wear a ring?" My fiancé asked.
"Because the other girls wouldn't leave me alone. I told them I was married," I explained. "You won't mind me introducing you as my wife, will you?"
"Not if it's true," she replied.
"Do you wanna go get married now?" I asked.
Artemis nodded.
"Good," I responded. "I don't want to wait."
We grabbed Levi from the library, where he was brushing up on some ancient language or other.
We all went over to the paperwork
compound.
Yes, paperwork compound.
We signed the papers, and Levi added his signature in the spot that would vouch for our marriage if the paper burned.
I don't know why, but things were just set up like that.
We went back to my apartment, curling up on the couch.
Levi had returned to his library.
Nerd.
Artemis was curled up against my chest, and Arnold had his head rested in my wife's lap.
It was safer for Arnold to be in his wolf form here.
Arnold got up and left, returning a few minutes later with some other Generals.
Artemis shifted into my lap.
"Percy?" She asked. "Who are these men?"
"They're my coworkers," I supplied. "Some other Generals."
"Yo, Perce!" Mark greeted. "Who's the chick?"
"My wife," I replied. "Keep checking her out and you won't have the eyes to see her."
They stared at me. "Wait, you actually have a wife?"
"Yeah," I replied.
"Is she, like, a housewife?" One asked stupidly.
I snorted. "Dude, she'll kick your ass if she gets the chance."
They all laughed. One by one, they stopped.
One of my closest friends, Dylan, gulped. "What is it with you and dangerous situations? You married Artemis! She's like, the goddess of man-hating!"
"I'm not the goddess of man-hating," my wife responded. "It's just a hobby of mine to castrate the foul."
The annoying one, Chris, decided to take up a fight with my wife.
Artemis gladly accepted, and I showed them all to the training area.
Needless to say, my wife kicked the General's ass. I handed her a cold bottle of nectar.
"I thought I told you to go easy on the guy," I chided, looking over at the bloody mess of a man.
"I did," Artemis replied. "He still has his genitals."
The other guys dumped a bucket of nectar over their companion. They all left after that.
Artemis showered, a slight blush on her face as she exited the shower.
"What's wrong?" I asked.
"I...I want to...to taste your...you know..." my wife trailed off, gesturing toward my crotch.
"Uh," I replied. "I'm not, um, hard."
"I can fix that," my wife replied, a hand slipping into my boxers as she teethed my ear.
I groaned. "Just let me treat you like a princess afterwards."
"You always treat me like a princess," she responded, sliding down to her knees.
I groaned loudly as she took my tip into her mouth, swirling it around in her mouth as she looked up at me.
That woman knew just the right buttons to push with me.
I wanted to put a hand on the back of her head, but decided against it.
After a few minutes of bobbing her head up and down on my cock, Artemis was rewarded with cum.
Lots of it.
After she had swallowed it and cleaned up, my wife curled up next to me.
I pulled her close, kissing at her neck and ear. "That was hot."
Artemis blushed lightly.
I kept placing kisses all over her face and neck until I felt a hand on my chest.
"What's the matter?" I asked, pouting.
"Kiss me already," she murmured.
I obliged, pressing my lips to hers.
We spent several minutes rolling around on the bed as we played tonsil tennis.
Artemis rested her head on my chest, snuggling into my side.
"Percy?" She asked. "Do girls hit on you?"
"Yeah," I replied. "But I only have eyes for you. Why?"
Her lips were back on mine for a second. "Good response. Do they believe you when you say you have a wife?"
"No," I responded honestly.
"Do you want to show me off?" She asked.
"Am I in trouble for saying yes?" I
questioned. Artemis shook her head. "Do you wanna go see my office?" I asked.
My wife nodded and got dressed, which included the theft of my hoodie as per usual.
I led her out the door, giving my lover a tour of the city.
We stopped at one of the taller, more menacing skyscrapers and headed inside.
We took the elevator to the top floor, where my assistant greeted us.
"Artemis, this is my man, Logan. He makes sure everything makes sense," I introduced. "Logan, this is my wife, Artemis."
They shook hands, exchanging greetings. "It's so nice to meet you, Mrs. Jackson. I've heard so many wonderful things about you," Logan complimented.
"It's nice to meet you too, Logan," my wife replied. "But please, call me Artemis."
I showed my wife into my office, closing the door behind me.
My lover walked over to the back wall, made completely of glass.
I wrapped around her from behind. "Beautiful, isn't it?"
Artemis turned to face me. "Yeah. It's incredible."
She opened her mouth to say something, but I cut her off. "No, there aren't any cameras."
The next thing I felt was the sensation of my wife's lips on mine.
I pushed her against the wall, kissing her passionately as her legs wrapped around my waist.
After a few minutes, I staggered to my chair, sitting down with my lover in my lap.
Artemis rested her head on my shoulder, nibbling at my earlobe.
Moments later, the door buzzed open.
