So I posted two chapters this day –oh yeah! These scenes are not suitable for audiences who don't like lovey-dovey ones. The certain scene is just short so reading is advised:).

I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians series.

Kneeling on the soft grass, Apollo tightly wrapped his arms around Margaret's dainty waist to keep the girl in place as her hands tugged wildly all over his blond hair, cupped his neck or traced the muscles of his broad shoulders. After he'd tasted the cotton candy sweetness of her mouth, he let her enter his while Apollo expertly slid down to his back without ruining the intense romance; now she was on top of him.

Margaret sat on Apollo's tummy, her thighs spread apart, tugging his white shirt open, popping the buttons off to reveal perfection at its finest.

Before she could lean down and trail kisses on his chest, Apollo shifted in a manner that brought her below him. And then he stood up, shrugged off his white shirt and pulled his belt off, "turn over, love." He commanded.

Margaret did so, turning on her tummy, the excitement of what Apollo was up to getting to her. And just as the thought came, she felt his fingers at the back of her neck, going down and the wind suddenly got access to her bare back; he was unzipping her dress.

"Your beautiful, darling." Apollo kissed her back lower between each word.

When she felt his hands gathering her skirt up, she tensed and rolled over, saying with shock, "Apollo."

"You're right." He said, getting to his feet and carrying her into his arms, "let's go to your room."

The room was magnificent, especially what happened in it.

Margaret, naked in Apollo's arms, after the short nap he'd told her to take because of the busy activity, asked again, "What happened? How did you make Death revive me?"

Apollo kept his eyes on the blue polka dotted ceiling as she kept her head laid against his chest. "By a deal: If I get you, then he gets a prophecy. But that's not allowed. I know that prophecies are spoken at the right time when those particular people involved in it ought to know. And besides, Death wouldn't be the only one to hear if I had told him, a spirit might be listening to our conversation or Hades, for all I know, the god of the underworld must see and hear everything in his territory. I can't take that risk."

"So…" Margaret pulled herself up on her elbows to meet his eyes, "you cheated."

"Alright," Apollo admitted, "but I'm dead certain that Death or the underworld people could easily rebuild that hole I blasted. On my defense, the place was scary dark, and I felt the sun rising; hence, I've got to use that rising power on something, Death should be grateful I didn't blast him."

Margaret narrowed her eyes, not contented with his reasons.

"Fine, I am sorry!" Apollo turned to his side with Marge, her right leg climbing the side of his body as he did so. "But you know how stubborn and spoiled I am."

She agreed, "You always get what you want."

"Exactly!" He was yelling because he knew what he did was wrong, Margaret noticed.

"What about humility, Apollo? Your head is very big already."

His eyes were demanding of the correct answer, "By any chance, do you think it could get bigger than this?"

Unlike Apollo, Margaret wasn't used to giving the answers people who ask her things the kind they wanted to hear; she tells them the truth. "Yes, my love." Marge whispered, lowering her eyes, "I really think so."

Apollo untangled himself from her then, slightly defiant, putting on a robe and walking away into the garden where they started the whole love making. Margaret was sure she won't see him again for a inconsiderable amount of time, but she didn't call him back.

12 months later…

When Olympus was just healing from the shock about Poseidon's new found demigod son last year, Apollo leisurely strolled, grabbing the opportunity to take a time out and break from his duties, around the lotus pond in which Koi fishes swam in. Their golden scales reflecting yellow and pink light that reminded him of someone special. Just then, his phone vibrated in his pocket.

Apollo took it in boredom, after Percy Jackson's arrival, he couldn't think of anything that could be bigger than that. He tirelessly watched a flying fish jump out of the shimmering water to catch a fly before answering the call, "Hello?"

"Apollo?" a familiar voice sounded at the end and from the way the caller spoke, it seemed obvious to think that he already knew who she was; but she said her name anyway, "this is Margaret. Apollo, I bore a baby boy a couple of months ago. He's your son."

After the shock ceased, "Oh, Marge…" Guilt welled up in him, "and I even left you take care of yourself, why'd you tell me that just now?"

"Because… because he couldn't see monsters and he's completely affected by the mist. I don't understand, Apollo. If he's your son then he should be a demigod. But baby Lorenzo's fully normal." Marge's voice sounded bewildered, "He doesn't have the signs."

Apollo whispered his son's name, momentarily forgetting everything Margaret just said.

"Lorenzo…"

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