CHAPTER 8: SEXUAL TENSION FINALLY DIFFUSED (mature-ish chapter)

PREVIOUSLY:

It was Clint who answered the question, "The council decided to initiate phase 2 because apparently we were 'fighting a lost cause' and now Tony decided to be a moron and is currently guiding the Nuke into the inter dimensional portal." The son of Apollo replied making Percy wince slightly.

"Okay, that's brave and all but in case you have forgotten, there's a second wormhole in the sky and even though I'm pretty sure I destroyed the mother ship in that one, I know for a fact that another one will soon take its place…so…anyone here got another nuke?" he questioned eagerly.

A little too eagerly.

"That's the thing, your little lightning show created a backlash of energy that closed the portal" Natasha chimed in.

Their conversation was cut short by a loud boom causing them to look up just to see Tony Stark fall out of the worm hole just before it closed up.

"Well I'll be damned, he did it" Percy chirped, "Yes…and he's still falling" the Russian spy deadpanned.

The millionaire's plummet of death was cut short as a large hand made of water rose from the streets and grabbed him before he could slam into the pavement before slowly bringing him to the ground and gently dropped him.

Well…more like dropped him once he was six feet from the ground.

"Well that's it for today folks, goodnight, I'm beat" and with that final quip, the half blood succumbed to exhaustion and passed out.

NOW:

With great difficulty (that was a gross understatement) Percy opened his eyes and quickly squeezed them shut as the (little) light in whatever room he was in burned his sore eyelids.

He grumbled out a few colourful words in Latin because the languages curse words sounded meaner than those of ancient Greek…that and he was aching all over. He rolled over to his right side and almost yelped in surprise as he met a pair of bright forest green eyes staring back at him with a smirk plastered on the face of the red headed owner of the aforementioned pair of eyes.

"That's one heck of a mouth you've got on you Jackson" the Russian spy commented dryly. Percy cocked an eyebrow at her, "This coming from a Vodka destroying Russian with a temper more fiery than her red hair?" he challenged.

Natasha's smirk turned into a small frown, "You know, just because someone is Russian doesn't mean they enjoy drinking Vodka" she stated making Percy blink at her.

"Really?"

She nodded, "Yeah, it's just like me saying every American enjoys Mac N Cheese and makes it mandatory to knock up a girl or guy or even both after meeting them for the first time in a night club" she said making Percy turn defensive, "We do not!" he defended.

The red head's smirk returned, "Really?" she taunted, "We don't! well sure some people are like that but not everyone is like that, that train of thought of yours is racist!" he argued.

"So that makes you a dumbass piece of shit racist" she remarked making the merc turned avenger pause in his rant mid way and slump in defeat, "I get the feeling that I walked into that one" he grumbled and got an even deeper smirk in response.

The duo fell into a comfortable silence for a few seconds before a loud slap echoed through the quiet room accompanied by a girly yelp of pain.

"Oww! What the hell Nat!" Percy cried out as he rubbed the red hand print on his right cheek from where the spy slapped him.

Natasha fixed him with a scathing glare, "What the hell we're you thinking pulling a stunt like that?!" she hissed at him making him look at her incredulously, "If I didn't pull that 'stunt' as you claim, we would surely have been over run, besides I totally had it" Percy argued.

SMACK

Another slap landed on his left cheek making him whine in pain, "Don't give me that bullshit! Thor told us what happens when half bloods over exert themselves by using too much of their divine abilities like the stunt you pulled back there, you're lucky your heart didn't give due to the strain on it." She scolded him.

Percy raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay I get it, I shouldn't stress myself like that but I'm just out of practice else I would've made a bigger storm than that and just feel dizzy" he stated.

Natasha fixed him with another glare briefly before sighing in resignation and rubbing her fore head tiredly and barely managing to stifle back a yawn, Percy noticed the action and frowned as he spotted the black circles around her eyes.

"Nat?" he called and she hummed at him in response while rubbing her eyes slightly, "…how long have I been in here?" he asked. The spy blinked a little, "two days" she replied simply, Percy's eyes widened in alarm but he kept his composure.

He was pretty sure that if he got out of bed, Natasha would beat him back into unconsciousness before returning to the bed.

"And Loki?" he questioned calmly. Natasha rolled her eyes as she detected the anxiety in his voice, "Relax 'fish meal' Loki is in containment, Thor decided to wait till you were up and about before he left for Asgard with the scum bag, he figured you would like to have a little 'talk' with our favourite trickster" she explained.

The tense air around him dissipated immediately and he let out a relieved sigh before turning back to Natasha, "You should get some sleep Nat, you look like a hot mess and lot in a good way" he advised. The Russian opened her mouth to argue but a yawn escaped it instead and Percy gave her a smug smirk as he had won this one.

The red head grudgingly got up from the less than comfortable chair, "ass" she muttered making Percy chuckle slightly at her aggravation.

The universe decided to be a dick and do the unthinkable, how? You ask? Well simple.

She slipped…

Natasha Romanoff, slipped…

A quick footed former Red Room assassin turned S.H.I.E.L.D agent slipped…

And fell right on top of the laying form of Percy Jackson.

Percy grunted a little as she fell on his stomach while she let out a small squeak at her fall.

A sense of Déjà vu fell upon the both of them as they were in the same position that they were – albeit horizontally this time—a few days ago. A tense silence descended upon the duo as they looked into each other's green eyes.

Sea green and Forest green stared at each other intently.\

Natasha's eyes went lower drinking in the appearance of his face before settling on his pink lips, she gulped slightly and licked her lips as the scent of coconuts and sea breeze filled her nostrils and set her nerves on fire…pleasurable fire.

The Russian spy closed her eyes and exhaled shakily before a growl rumbled from her throat.

She was Natasha Romanoff, one of the most dangerous human beings to walk the Earth and yet here she was acting like a timid school girl in front of her crush.

Damn it all to hell, she knew that what she felt for this guy was far, far beyond love that friends had for each other and familial love and even though her mindset as a spy told her that love was dangerous, it was something she wanted to pursue with this man in front of her, she was well aware of the various ladies who wanted a shot at him and she would rather rip her own heart out than let that happen.

Her forest green eyes snapped open and without the slightest bit of hesitation she pressed her lips onto his and a spark went through the both of them.

Percy's eyes widened at her choice of action momentarily but in a split second responded to her kiss fiercely.

Natasha moaned breathily as she felt Percy trace circles on her lips with his tongue and she responded in kind by biting on his lower lip with a little force that would surely bruise the lip once this was over.

Percy's hands went to her waist and he squeezed her rear a little causing her to moan a little louder than before and he used her moment of weakness to slip his tongue into her mouth and proceed to taste every inch of her.

The two swirled their tongues together rapidly as their tongues battled for dominance, a battle which Natasha won due to her experience and proceeded to ravish his mouth in retaliation.

AN: LOOK AWAY KIDS, QUICK!

Percy pulled away from her lips and a growl of his own rumbled from his throat causing the red head to shiver as the thought of him hovering above her and dominating her as she moaned his name repeatedly crossed her mind. His hands left her hips and came to her chest where he proceeded to tear her shirt open and the two orbs of flesh covered by a black bra were exposed to the cool air.

Without missing a beat, he tore those off as well and attacked the smooth flesh with his lips, kissing, biting and sucking to mark her as his, Natasha threw her head back as another moan escaped her lips. Deciding against being idle herself, she tore his short open as well both eagerly and in order to get a little retribution for him ruining her dress, her dainty fingers –that had been the death of many men—traced patterns around his nipples causing him to bury his face between the valley of her mounds and moan as well.

Her head descended on his neck and began to suck on them roughly, he had marked her as his so why couldn't she do the same? Percy's hands went south and in a great show of bedroom skill dug his hands into the edges of her pants and removed them without stopping his ministrations on her breasts.

His fingers didn't stay idle for long and he quickly pushed her thong aside and inserted a finger into her sopping womanhood, Natasha let out a surprised gasp at the sudden but welcome intrusion into her love canal and began to let out lewd moans as another finger was inserted and the two began to pump in and out of her.

Deciding to return the favour, Natasha slipped her hands into his pants as well and grabbed his member causing him to shudder and a predatory grin to appear on her face, she slowly began to stroke his member up and down causing it to stand at full mast and her strokes became faster as pre cum oozed out of the tip.

The two continued their ministrations at rapid speeds not caring that the ddor to the infirmary was still open until Natasha tensed, her toes curled and her lips went to his neck and she bit down to block out her scream as her first orgasm tore through her.

A smug grin appeared on Percy's face before it quickly went away as he saw the expression on the Russian's face.

Natasha looped her arms around his neck as she panted due to intensity of the orgasm with a lust filled grin on her face, "I can't wait anymore babe, I want you and I want you now, I want you to fuck me so hard that I'll lose all bodily functions below my waist, got that?" she asked huskily.

Percy gulped but still managed to nod, if possible, her lusty grin turned even more wicked and she quickly threw off the few items of clothing that clung to her sweaty frame due to their current activities.

He quickly discarded his pants and placed the tip at her entrance while she wrapped her now free arms around his neck once more and began to plant sloppy kisses on his face, with one quickly movement her buried the entirety of his length and then the moans and screams began.

LINEBREAK

LOCATION: MT OLYMPUS

Thirteen members of the Olympian council sat in their respective seats as they awaited their fourteenth member so that they could commence their emergency council meeting.

A heavy silence hung among them as they all reigned in their silent thoughts which was a huge contrast to the usual bickering and fighting that were usual occurrences in this very throne room.

Right on cue, a sea green flash appeared on one of the four larger chairs and once the flash cleared out, a man clothed in battle armour that appeared to be made out of fish scales with a bronze Trident grasped firmly in his right hand sat in place of the flash.

This was Poseidon, lord of the seas, the Earthshaker, Stormbringer and father of Horses and his choice of clothing in place of his usual casual dressing spoke volumes of the nature of his relationship with the other members of the council.

"What is it? And please be quick, I have business to attend to in my kingdom" the sea god addressed to no one in particular in a gruff voice.

The king of the gods, Zeus cleared his throat and began, "Now that everyone is here…" he was cut off by his brother, "I have no time for your incessant ramblings Zeus, just get to the point of this damned meeting so we can get on with our immortal lives" Poseidon interjected sharply without raising his voice.

And yet everyone –bar Hermes— flinched at his tone.

Coughing a bit to regain his composure, Zeus began once more, "I am sure everyone is aware of the storm that occurred a few days ago which destroyed a large portion of Manhattan during the invasion of the aliens" he stated.

Hermes sneered at the statement, "Of course we saw the storm I mean it was literally the main event of watching our world be invaded by aliens while we sat down on our thrones and enjoyed the show" he said in a biting tone.

The sky god narrowed his eyes at his son and opened his mouth to reprimand him but was cut off as a slight tremor shook the throne room and made everyone clutch the arms of their thrones to avoid being thrown off.

Once they had regained their bearings, everyone turned to the sea god who had a calm expression on his face but his eyes told a different story entirely, instead of their usual sea green they now had the a deathly calm voice.

The tension in the throne room grew thicker at that statement, "What I am asking is if you are responsible for the storm brother?" Zeus asked in a firm voice, all traces of his previous nervousness gone.

The sea god narrowed his eyes at his brother, "Last time I checked brother, I have no control over lightning" he replied evenly.

Zeus slammed his fist down on the arm of his throne, "Don't lie to me brother! You and I know very well that the affinity over storms lays within our power and no one else!" he bellowed as thunder shook the throne room.

Poseidon scoffed at his younger brother, "Your paranoia grows with every passing day if not by the hour, you honestly believe that I have the ability to summon lightning? I might be the Storm bringer but even I have my limitations" the second son of Kronos and Rhea stated.

The sky god clenched his teeth tightly but did not pursue the matter any further.

Seeing that the meeting was getting no where, Athena decided to step in, "Is it possible that this is the work of the storm spirits in an attempt to assist the band of mortals that defended the city?" she asked tentatively.

Zeus snorted at her question, "If this was the work of storm spirits I would know, and besides I am certain that this was not their doing, some of them died due to the intensity of the storm" he answered.

"Perhaps it is the work of one of those 'avengers', right? Yes possibly one of them considering that all of them are not normal one way or another" Aphrodite chipped in as she filed her dainty nails.

Zeus nodded thoughtfully and stroked his beard a little, "That is possible…" he muttered to himself before straightening from his slouched posture immediately and turned his attention to the messenger god, "Hermes! I want you to bring these avenger before this council immediately, they will be interrogated and once we have our information from them then their minds will be wiped and those that are not threats will be sent away" he ordered.

Hermes rolled his eyes at the command and made no move to obey instead he settled for crossing his arms over his chest, "I would love to obey your order Lord Zeus…" he started, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "…but somehow these mortals are blocked from my sight" he finished.

Zeus' eyes widened, "What do you mean blocked from your sight?!" he thundered, unease visible in both is eyes and tone of voice.

The messenger god sighed tiredly, "I mean what I meant, somehow they are hidden from my sight" he replied flatly.

Zeus looked on the verge of a panic attack at the fact that mere mortals could hide from the sight of a god, an Olympian nonetheless but somehow managed to regain his composure before turning to Apollo only to be cut off by the sun god.

"They are beyond my sight as well, from the beginning of the battle to the end I kept the sun just above them so I could break through the mist barrier that shrouded them but I did not succeed with that" he replied back in a flat tone of his own.

Before she could be questioned as well, the moon goddess, Phoebe Artemis, cut her father off "I done searches of my own but aboard my chariot and with my huntresses, I won't bore you with details, but long story short neither were successful" she stated before resuming the task of sharpening a few arrows at her side.

The sky king took in a calming breath before his eyes hardened and his posture straightened once more, "This troubling news…" his head snapped to the twin archers, "Apollo, Artemis! You are both in charge of this search. Athena, I want the names of every single person affiliated with the S.H.I.E.L.D agency over the past year, and Hermes…find Hecate. If this is a mist barrier as Apollo says then it is only proper that the goddess who created the mist be involved"

On that note, one by one all the gods and goddesses flashed out of the throne room until it was bare, suddenly all the shadows in the room became thicker and a whispery voice echoed through out the throne room, "Now, the planning can begin"

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