Hello, lovely readers!

Jason: So, I am in this one.

Percy: And?

Jason: And you're not!

Me: These two will never learn. Well, I'll get to the important notices:

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

2. I don't own the characters or the PJO/HoO series!

3. Word count (without A/N): 1,154

4. Pairing: Jasper

5. Thank you very much to DaughterofAnnabeth, Storylover888, and totallyunrelated for adding the story to their favorites! Special thanks to guacamole lover and AlbaAstridHoffer for the great reviews! And I'm grateful to the followers who are waiting for more!

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

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Jealous Puppy

Jason was completely fine when Piper hung out with her girlfriends.

They would simply go to the mall to shop for dresses and shoes and whatever it was that girls shopped for. He was more than okay when she often decided to hang out with anyone from the Argo II crew as well.

Heck, he was fine with her spending time with some of the mortal guys they knew, too, as long as Jason accompanied her.

He was not fine, however, when someone – who was not Jason himself – tried to get too friendly with Piper.

Not because he was afraid that Piper would be unfaithful to him; he knew that he could trust her and that Piper loved him very much to do anything like that. It was because Jason did not trust the lecherous-eyed boys who preyed on beautiful ladies.

And now that they were married, he despised the prospect of Piper getting trapped into a corner by men twice her size.

A quick memory of their wedding day – which had been just ten months ago – popped into his mind and he unconsciously smiled.

His mind swiveled back to the pressing matter at hand, that being people eyeing his lovely wife.

Whenever he tried to mention that to her, though, she would get all defensive and argue with him that she was perfectly apt to take down guys thrice her size, but still Jason worried his butt off.

Then there were the times when Piper blamed Jason of not believing her. She said that anyone who was brave enough to lay even a finger on her would have Katoptris on their throats. Jason would then argue that it could not harm the mortal predators, the dagger being made of Celestial Bronze, but Piper won the arguments with a final huff of "Ugh, whatever" and "You should have more faith in me". It was alright with Jason, though, for the bickering always lead to lengthy kissing sessions.

He furrowed his eyebrows when an image of Piper kissing that blond guy from a movie of hers came into his head. Jason didn't like those movie stars she kissed on sets during the shoots, because he knew they were far more attractive than him. Of course, Jason was fully supportive of Piper's career. But still, she was his wife, for Hera's sake!

He just couldn't bear to watch her make-out or have fake sex with an actor.

Piper always begged to differ, saying, "You are way hotter and handsome than anyone on this planet, Sparky. And you're mine."

Jason was his own person, yes, but when it came to the daughter of Aphrodite calling him hers, he couldn't help but agree. He knew that he was hers, just like she was his.

Gods, that was too cheesy.

But hey, their marriage was the perfect explanation for being so.

Presently, they were sitting on the seats around a table at one of the finest restaurants in Los Angeles (or the city in which they lived) laughing and talking about nothing in particular as they waited for their orders.

"And then Annabeth smacked him on the head, which is nothing new," Piper was saying, tugging at the cap she had worn as a disguise – it was a step she had to take every single time they went outside. "Seriously, who asks their pregnant wife to not eat something? I mean, if you did that to me, gods forbid—"

She trailed off, realizing the implication of what she had said . . .

"I would never do that, Pipes," Jason waved it off nonchalantly, surprisingly finding himself at ease with the idea of them having a child. "And what are you so embarrassed about? We are married. It's not like we can't have kids, right?"

Piper chuckled, smiling.

Suddenly, Jason tensed, for a reason very different than Piper's words.

Two guys, clad in jeans and extremely gaudy polka-dotted shirts, had their gazes lingered on Piper. They were smirking and grunting (like freaking pigs, if Jason may add) and were leering at Piper.

More specifically, her . . . Jason couldn't even bring himself to say that, and Piper was his, to emphasize, wife. And she wasn't even wearing a low-cut top or dress or shirt or anything!

"They're staring at you. I don't like it," he mumbled, glaring at the idiots. He took his arms off of the table and placed it around Piper's shoulders. "We can leave if you want to."

Piper followed his gaze and her smile turned into an expression of amusement.

"Aww, who's a jealous puppy?" she cooed, pinching his already flushed cheeks. "Chill out, honey, I'm not going anywhere."

Jason ignored her (which was pretty hard to do, considering how close to him she was sitting) and tightened his single-arm embrace.

"I'm not jealous."

"Yes, you're not jealous." Piper chuckled. "You're possessive."

Jason opened his mouth to present a well-constructed retort, then stopped. He knew that she'd win this dispute as well.

"I don't know about that," he finally said. "I just know that those guys need a beating."

Piper made a face that Jason hadn't seen coming.

"You are not going to engage in any fight," she reprimanded. "Besides, I have to deal with this every day."

"Yeah, that's alright," Jason mumbled. "But those two are crossing their limi—"

"People always eyeball what they can't have, Sparky," Piper cut him off, rolling her eyes. "And they can't have me."

"I'm glad that they can't."

Piper grinned, leaning in to quickly give him a peck on the cheek.

It was probably the will of the Fates, or Aphrodite was managing the scene, but at the exact same moment, Jason turned his neck and her lips fell on his.

There wasn't much said after the demigod couple got engaged in a heated kiss, breaking all sorts of 'No-PDA' rules they ever had. All they knew was that it was a blissful moment and that they were enjoying it way too much to stop.

When they broke apart due to the lack of oxygen, Jason's grin was spread from ear to ear.

"Fuck those guys," he whispered, his voice raspy. "I have you."

Piper's laugh was magic to his ears.

Whoops, that was really cheesy, too.

"I know, right?" Piper replied, dancing internally. "I love you, Sparky."

Jason looked at the creeps with an air of confidence and smugness.

"I know you do."

And by the time their food arrived, they had irritated the duo so much that they left the restaurant.

Once they were out of earshot (and sight), Piper spoke up, "You're still a possessive jealous puppy, though."

"Hmm. And?"

Piper McLean Grace shrugged.

"And I love it."

Jason loved it too.

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