Hello, lovely readers!

Jason: Bro? Guess what?

Percy: What? Mel betray me again?

Me: . . . Shut up, Percy. I don't own the series, obviously. Now, to get some other important things out of the way:

1. This is a prompt (Red: Passion) story/submission for the April Contest (Colors of the Rainbow), an event in the Camp Half-Blood forum (link in my bio).

2. WARNING: Contains SLIGHT mentions of sex! Nothing explicit! Rating is like, T⅔ or something.

3. Word count (without A/N): 1,028

4. Pairing: Jasper

5. Thank you so so sooo much to AlbaAstridHoffer and guacamole lover for reviewing and adding the story to their favorite lists! Your reviews made my day! And thanks a lot to the followers who are waiting for more!

6. The next chapters in this fic may or may not be related to each other.

Hope you enjoy!

Fire

Jason Grace liked to think of himself as a regal Roman warrior. He was, after all, the former Praetor of the Twelfth Legion.

He had acquired the training to follow all the rules from an early age of two. His manners, etiquette, and even his stride were taught to him like he belonged to a royal family. So naturally, he liked to be the one with the power, in his work as well as his relationships.

That was what he had thought until a certain choppy-haired brunette had captured his attention when he hadn't even known himself that day on the Wilderness School field-trip to the Grand Canyon.

Piper McLean. The girl who had managed to successfully wrap him around her little finger.

Never in a thousand millennia, he would once have guessed that the Fates would match him – the son of Jupiter – with the daughter of the goddess of love and beauty.

Jason tiredly closed his eyes, plopping down on the single bed, feeling the gaze of Hippie Zeus staring into his soul. He didn't bother changing his location though; he was too exhausted for that from the day's activities.

Sighing, he recounted the events of the day.

A chimera had somehow managed to enter through the camp's borders, wreaking havoc, setting the cabins and Big House ablaze. Fortunately, Jason had managed to brew up a storm to extinguish the fire while Percy reduced the monster to dust. There weren't any deaths, but a few campers had gotten injured, some with severe third-degree burns, too.

The fight had been small, yes, but the toll they had had to pay was huge . . .

At times like this, Jason wished that the world wouldn't be as fiery and hating and full of monsters as it was.

Shit.

The curse word popped into his head, along with a pretty random thought: 'fiery' happened to be the word he'd use to describe last night when he and Piper . . .

Shit!

Thinking about the previous night was enough to make Jason almost lose consciousness.

At least now he had something to reminisce about other than the attack.

Last night, he had just been lounging in the exact position that he was in right now, with his hands behind his head and one leg propped up on the other. His lovely girlfriend had apparently decided to pay him a visit. Suddenly, Jason had found himself even more mesmerized by her beauty than he usually was. He was sure that he had been drooling at the sight in front of him as well (not really, but you get the point). She had asked him, in that sexy and sweet voice of hers, whether he wanted to stay ogling at her or kiss her right then and there.

He had gone for the second option, obviously.

Their make-out session had soon surprisingly gotten out of hand, and Jason had looked down only to realize that he was naked along with his girlfriend, who was straddling his waist.

He had been extremely cautious about hurting her, both emotionally and physically. The consent to take the next step forward had come in the form of a quick nod from Piper.

Later that night, Piper had told him that it was all pleasure and no pain for her because it had been with him and not anyone else, which alleviated the all of the worry he had.

The memory of it alone was enough to make Jason pining for more.

Of course, he'd never force Piper into anything, but his gut told him that Piper was the fire in their newly consummated relationship, and she was the one who wanted to indulge into that activity more than him. And his gut was seldom wrong.

Piper really was like fire: energetic, full of life (but could also destroy life if necessary), and truly passionate.

He was still reliving the blissful remembrance when someone knocked on his door.

That 'someone' turned out to be none other than Piper.

She didn't say a word and pushed Jason further into the mattress. He didn't oppose her actions and captured her lips in his in a quick motion. Their tongues battled for dominance, their mouths clashing and panting between strikes, but after a while, Jason let the kaleidoscopic-eyed lady win. It was, after all, a gentlemanly thing to do. Also, Piper was amazing when he gave her the upper hand, so . . .

Finally, Piper pulled away from him only to squeeze in the tiniest space between him and the wall.

She wiggled slightly to adjust herself and when she deemed that she was cozy enough, hugged Jason's torso, which would have been his thorax if he were an insect.

Jason scrunched up his eyebrows at that weirdly casual speculation.

Before he could mentally slap himself, though, Piper sighed and mumbled, "I love you."

Ah, those three words. They worked like magic whenever Piper uttered them; his stress level would drop marginally and he could literally feel his heart melt every time. That wasn't so regal or Roman of him, but he was sure that he didn't mind that at all.

"I can't help but love you, too, you know," he replied, putting his arm around her, taking in her lavender and rosy scent.

Three years. Three whole rewarding years spent together with the beautiful demigod who currently lay in his arms on the small bed.

"Three years, Sparky," she whispered, as if stealing his thoughts. "Can you believe it?"

"To be honest, Pipes," Jason murmured back. "I believe I can imagine anything and everything as long as I'm with you."

A few moments of silence later, Piper giggled.

"That was way too cheesy."

Jason laughed.

"Only the best for my fire."

"Oooh! I'm your 'fire'?" Piper practically mewled in his ears. "How about I show you how much fire I have, huh?"

"What fire?" he mocked. "Whatever are you talking about, Piper McLean?"

Piper smirked.

"Oh, I'll definitely have to show you now."

They had the last laugh of the night afterwards.

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