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Jason was just trying to find a quiet place to bathe. He'd been dodging Reyna all day, which he knew wasn't fair to her, but he just wasn't in the mood to talk about furthering their friendship further or why he decided to take Piper on a flight.

Reyna had headed to the part of the river sectioned off for Roman females so he headed the opposite direction, following the half-moon's light down the riverbank, which was why he didn't expect to see any females in this area.

For a moment, all Jason could see was white scars like whip marks on a female's back. Then he recognized the nape of the neck and the luscious dark hair. After all, just a few days ago that neck had been just mere inches away.

But it was the whip scars that captured his attention. There were about five or six, and evidently very old.

"Piper? Are you alright?" She stilled, then sank deeper into the creek up to her neck. It occurred to him that she was bathing, and probably would not appreciate his intrusion. "Oh, gods, Piper, I-I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to-"

The dark haired woman whimpered before curling into a ball in the river. He realized that something was quite wrong with her. "Piper!"

"No! Don't come any closer. Please-hngh!" Piper whimpered again, clutching herself as curled into a ball.

"I can go get help!"

"No!" She cried out. "You can't tell anyone! Please, just leave before I...," Piper moaned again, trying to cover her nude body. "Mmm...hhngh."

As he turned his blushing face away, the wave of lust washed over him. Just like the past times, he was overtaken by surprise. Jason dropped to his knees as hot blood coursed through his veins. His member started to engorge and he felt his loins tighten. Without his armor to muffle certain parts of his anatomy, he was finding it hard to constrict his urges.

Never one to swear, Jason muttered some choice words just then. Every time he moved, his stiffened member would protest. He glanced up at Piper and froze at the sight. Her back was arched, her dark hair floating in the rushing water. Her hands cupped her breasts, not to hide, but to caress. His breath caught in his throat as she squeezed the delicate flesh. Her armor had always hid the curves below, but now he could see how her voluptuous breasts, just enough to spill over her cupped hands.

Without realizing, he reached for his own length where the erect organ had made a tent in his clothing. He rarely touched himself like this, but something in his bones, like magic seeping into his mind and controlling his body, was commanding him to stroke the fire in his loins. Jason hissed as his hand contacted his length through the cloth, not knowing how wound up and sensitive his flesh felt. His hand encircled his member, hissing as a delicious sensation ran through his body. His thumb rubbed gingerly at the cloth covered tip, growling as his hip involuntarily thrust forward to feel his hand.

Piper softly moaned and he looked up to see her twist one budding nipple with her fingers. Her thumb slowly circled the rosy pink areola before twitching the nipple in between her fingers. Beads of water dripped down all over her body, with one just falling from her dusky nipple. They were like crystal jewels decorating her body, like a naiad in the throes of passion underneath the moonlight.

His hands reached towards her without him thinking, pulling her out of the creek and into his hold. Desire intensified by tenfold as the pair collapsed into a small hollow constructed by the roots of a nearby fig tree.

Just a small bit of sanity was left in his mind, which he credited to the years of harsh Roman training. Jason managed to claw off his purple cloak and wrap it around Piper's body. Though he was in heat, her body was cold. With his thin cloak, the daughter of Aphrodite was still shivering in his arms. He tucked her head underneath his chin, making sure that his cloak wrapped around her shoulders. Thankfully, she was much smaller than him, which allowed the cloak to cover most of her body.

Jason wasn't sure what to do. He tried to concentrate on anything other than her or the sensations threatening to overtake his body, but with her squirming in his lap, it was hard to accomplish. Hesitantly, he lifted his hand and awkwardly soothed her back. If she just needed a moment to come down and regain her powers, he would have to do what he could to help her. Nervously, he listened for noises indicating if anyone was approaching. No other noises other than Piper's soft moans and the cheerful bubbling of the creek.

"I-it's okay. Just breathe. In and out. In and out," Jason murmured. He stroked her hair, brushing a wet strand out of her face.

Eventually, her rapid breathing slowed to a steady pace as he patted her back. She really did feel so small in his arms, much smaller than she had looked on the battlefield. The feeling of lust slowly ebbed away from his body.

"I'm sorry," she said at last, murmuring against his skin. He got goosebumps when her breath brushed against his skin. Her cheeks were flushed, and she refused to look at his eyes.

"It's fine." Jason was still breathless, the last of the desire fading away. Any longer before she calmed down, and he would have been mortified to find himself climax. "I apologize as well. I didn't mean to do all of this." He swept his hand in a general direction, where she was seated firmly on his lap. His erection was slowly coming down, though it was still embarrassing to have her see it. Piper's face flushed and she turned away. She must have felt his bulge directly beneath her.

"No, it was all my fault. Please don't speak of this to anyone," she pleaded. Her eyes looked up at him hopefully.

How could he ever say no when she looked like that? Perhaps it was the charmspeak speaking. "I promise."

She let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."

"Do all children with Aphrodite have this blessing?" In all his years of life, Jason had never met any child of Venus with such abilities.

Piper chuckled darkly. "It's more of a curse than a blessing, trust me." Her eyes turned distant.

"If you don't mind me asking, can you not control your er, power?"

Piper bit the bottom of her lip, and he resisted the urge to kiss that luscious pink lip. Was this the result of her magic? Jason rubbed his forehead, trying to get the last dredges of magic out. "Not fully. Usually when I'm focused, it's easy. But I um, was caught off guard earlier." Her eyes drifted over to the direction the water of the creek flowed.

Jason followed her line of sight. "I'm not sure I understand."

"I-it's nothing. Look, thanks for helping me out." She glanced down at her body, where his purple cloak still covered. "I'll be right back. I left my clothes back there, so I'm going to grab them and come right back."

Then she left him soaked and sitting underneath the fig tree, still wondering what the hell was going on.

Humans were naturally curious, just like Pandora when she unleashed the plague of disease and monsters from the pithos. Even if he did promise her not to speak of what had happened, with so many questions unanswered he still needed to find out more. Even if the Greeks and Romans were aligned, he had his duty to protect his people. Piper's ability posed the threat to debilitate the whole army should the Greeks ever betray the Romans. He hoped they wouldn't.

The crunch of leaves signaled to Piper's return. She was back in her own clothing, holding his purple cloak to take. "Um, thank you again. I'll just be leaving now."

Jason rose up, gently capturing her wrist before she could run off. "Wait. While I promised not to tell anyone, and I do keep my promises, you owe me a more thorough explanation of what's going on. This isn't the first time that this happened. Back when we were flying-"

"I-I can't." She tugged her wrist away desperately. Piper's multifaceted eyes were wild in distress. "I-I'm sorry, Jason. Please, don't follow me!" She ran off, as Jason's legs suddenly felt like steel, rooted to the ground.

It took ten minutes before her charmspeak wore off. Jason made his way back to his camp after a quick bath, still mulling over what had happened.

Jason analyzed the information he had gathered tonight. Analysis was a habitual routine to him. Analyse what went right with battles, what went wrong.

Something or someone had startled the daughter of Aphrodite, and she unleashed her power unwillingly. Somehow, he had been trapped underneath this spell. It appeared to happen whenever something surprised her. Otherwise, to control her ability, she needed to calm down and concentrate. He wasn't surprised at all about her refusal to tell him anything. He'd only just recently met her, and nobody would in their damn mind would tell a stranger his or her life secrets right away. He hoped he hadn't broken whatever burgeoning trust had been between them.

"Jason, you're back." It was Reyna. "I wanted to talk to you about what we were talking about earlier."

"Not tonight, Reyna, I'm sorry. Good night."

Reyna appeared shocked, but Jason barely noticed as he headed into his praetor's tent. His mind was mulling on the whip scars on Piper's back. He had seen such scars before, a long time ago. But Piper's wounds were old, while those in his memory were fresh wounds, scarlet red and dripping rubies of blood down the unfortunate souls' backs. Suck whip marks were uncommon, usually on the backs of slaves that his family's residence once owned. Perhaps Piper had been a slave before. He wouldn't be surprised if that were true,

But the exact pattern of whip marks seemed familiar. Where had he seen those marks?

Piper ran so fast back to camp that she barely registered that she startled Annabeth who was about to walk into Percy's tent. She didn't stop running until she dove into her own tent, hiding herself under her blanket.

"Stupid, stupid, stupid!" She cursed herself.

No doubt Jason thought that she was strange, an anomaly, a witch. Just a few insults from her past used against her by the cruel people she met. She had used her powers on the battlefield before, but never had she lost control like that. Piper always made sure to manage her powers in the years she had discovered her godly heritage. But ever since the Greek armies had clashed with the Romans, she was beginning to lose control over the slightest things.

Piper shivered, remembering how she had felt the desire escalate when Jason had tugged her from the cold creek, pulling her into his hug. He had embraced her like that once, a long time ago. But it was better if he didn't remember her.

She tucked her brown hair over her ears and clasped her hands together in prayer. Please, Mother, hear my prayer. Tell me how I can control this blessing of yours.