For you guys who were anxious for some Jeyna. Hope you enjoy!

Jason and Reyna Play Spin the Bottle (well, not really...)

While Percy and Annabeth were having some time alone, presumably for the purpose of teaching Percy a lesson or two about manners (but doing everything but that), Jason was being cornered by a very ferocious Reyna.

"Rey, don't be mad," Jason pleaded, trying to get his way using his puppy-dog eyes. Reyna only raised an eyebrow in response, though she did melt a little inside. His eyes were just so blue you couldn't blame her.

"I'm not mad," she replied. Jason visibly relaxed and slid down so he sat with his back against his bed. Reyna settled down next to him. Her leg bumped his, and shocks of electricity travelled up his knee. Damn, he had it real bad. But she looked amazing. Her signature braid was forgone for a messy bun in the interest of keeping cool, and strands of stray raven locks framed her face and jaw. The purple camp shirt was tight against her tan olive skin, ending just below the waist of her dark denim shorts. They too clung to her legs. Jason took in every detail, drinking in the sight of her, beautiful despite exhaustion from the horrible weather. Seriously, why did she have to look so good all the time? Or, why did he have to like a girl who was so painfully out of his league?

He watched her, somewhat creepily, (Jason refused to admit his hopelessness at anything concerning Reyna—he was still in denial about his feelings for her until Dakota coaxed it out of him when he was on a sugar-high from too much celebratory Kool-Aid. Kill him for being happy about winning two wars.) as she rolled her sleeves up, exposing the delicate curvature of her shoulders. She looked up, catching his eye and giving him a small smile, a quirk at the corner of her lips (please don't get him started on those) that pushed her cheekbone up just slightly.

"It is actually so hot please just give me a second—" Reyna fanned herself with her hands and breathed in. As she said this, a million possible pick-up lines formulated in Jason's mind. 'I'm sure you could give Helios a run for his money 'cause you're hotter than the sun.' Or, 'It's just you, and I'm not complaining.' But no matter how many times he wanted to say something, he couldn't get his voice to work. Besides, Reyna wasn't really the kind of girl who wanted to be flirted with excessively using cheesy pick-up lines.

Reyna recovered and continued. "I just want to know why you jumped at Percy. For revenge? Or…"

Jason's mouth dried up. Pluto, what could he say? That he was jealous and didn't want his cousin to kiss the girl he'd had feelings for for years? Instead, what came out was, "I didn't want Annabeth to get hurt. I saw her face." In a way, it was true.

"Jason, I know that's not the full reason." Damn her uncanny ability to read him perfectly. She stared at him, onyx eyes boring holes into his head as she searched for the answer. "Whatever it is, you can tell me. You trust me, don't you?"

Gods she just had to pull the trust card, didn't she. Jason imagined watching himself slowly turn red and freeze under her searching gaze.

"I didn't want Percy to kiss you."

Reyna's brows furrowed, then relaxed. "I guess it would have made everything weird anyway."

Jason nodded enthusiastically in agreement, but he wasn't so lucky. She hesitated, then spoke. "Wait... so you were jealous?"

"No, no, I wasn't jealous, I was just looking out for you. You're my friend and I'm protective. Sue me." Jason hoped she'd take the bait and move on.

She didn't.

Reyna broke out into a grin and started teasing him. "Jason's jealous, Jason's jealous," she sang.

He buried his head in his hands to hide his obviously red face and grumbled. Reyna suddenly stopped, like she'd realised something.

"You like me?"

Jason glanced up at her. It was now or never. He and Reyna had been getting closer and closer ever since he came back, and have been edging into more that friendly ground. You didn't just spend night and day doing paperwork together and going on romantic flights under the stars without developing feelings, right?

Dad, please give me some of your smooth moves.

"Yeah. I do. You're the Ice Queen to my Airhead. You're my Rey of sunshine, and maybe I want us to be more than friends because we know each other inside out and you're my other half. We're the praetors of Rome together and I wouldn't rather have anyone other than you by my side."

Reyna's eyes widened, then softened, then widened again. "I didn't know you felt that way," she finally said. "I mean, there are so many other girls who would die to have a chance with you. Even the daughters of Venus want to be with you."

"Screw them," Jason shrugged. "You're prettier than them even after a battle when you're all bloody and messy."

Reyna laughed, then leaned in so that their noses were touching and he could feel her breath on his lips. "Shut up," she whispered, moving in closer and kissing him.

Holy Hera (or Juno, but Holy Juno doesn't have the same ring to it) Reyna was actually kissing him and Jason was over the moon.

Too soon, Reyna pulled away with a little gasp. Jason followed her gaze and looked down, only to see that the floor was now a metre below them and gods they were floating in mid-air! This was so not the way he'd envisioned his first kiss with Reyna.

He looked at her with a sheepish grin. "Sorry, I was kinda on Cloud Nine," he apologised.

She only laughed in response, a blush tinting her cheeks. "Let me down, idiot."

"Make me," he taunted.

Her obsidian eyes flashed with mischief as she grabbed his shirt and kissed him hard, effectively stealing his breath out of his lungs. They dropped out of mid-air and landed on his bed, limbs tangled together.

Jason wasted no time in taking Reyna's hand. "Ice Queen, will you do me the great honour of being my girlfriend?"

Reyna stared at him with eyes dancing with mirth. "Let me think about it, peasant." She sighed dramatically. "I will accept your offer. But only because it will benefit Rome." She broke off, then added, "Took you long enough, by the way."

Jason winked. "Thank you, your Majesty." He watched fondly as an enchanting smile formed on her lips. Once again, he leaned forward, brushing a strand of hair away from her face and capturing her lips in a kiss. She responded, weaving a hand behind his neck and into his hair to bring him closer.

Just as Reyna touched his cheek, he winced. She pulled away, concerned. There was a bruise forming on his cheekbone.

"I'll get you some ice." Jason grabbed her wrist before she could go.

"But I want my girlfriend to stay with me," he pouted. Reyna rolled her eyes.

"Stop it. I'm getting you some ice. Just because we're kinda dating does not mean anything's changed," she chided with a glare, wrenching her wrist free.

A moment later, Reyna came back, holding a huge ice pack. She gently placed it on Jason's bruise. He didn't wince. This was nothing compared to other wounds he'd gotten before.

"Some nectar would be nice," he suggested.

"No. You can suffer the consequences of your idiocy," Reyna said sternly.

"Can I take you on a date instead?" Wow, smooth. Thanks, Dad.

She gave him an exasperated look, but agreed. "Fine. But it better be good."

"You got it, girlfriend," Jason grinned. And no, he would never get tired of that.

Yes, he got punched by his cousin, and yes, he had to suffer through emotional torment at the hands of a curious Reyna, but Jason didn't regret playing Spin the Bottle. In fact, he owed so much to that stupid game. He and Reyna were finally together and it was thanks to it.

He vowed to never play Spin the Bottle again, though. Reyna was his girlfriend now and mark his words no one was ever touching her. Ever.

Except for him, of course.

So did you like it? For some reason this fic is more from the boys' perspective. Does Jason seem too lovesick? Maybe, but I mean come on, it's Reyna. And for me, I picture him to be the one liking her first. Jeyna or Ice QueenxAirhead ftw. 3

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