AN: I can feel myself losing interest in this story since right now, this is just fluff and smut, and I don't want to write this anymore. But you don't have to worry, I will see this book through to the 100 chapter mark.
Time: One Day After Getting a Garage
Percy smiled as his dark sea-green eyes followed Calypso's bouncing, giddy form as she skipped down the street. Ignoring all the hungry and jealous stares directed at the- no, his- undoubtedly divine Titaness, Percy laughed out loud, being tugged hastily towards the mall. "Ha, wait up Moonlace!"
He called after her, using his nickname for the Titaness.
"I can't!" She called back, her almond eyes flashing briefly towards him in barely concealed irritation. "Why are you so slow?"
And she whirled around in an elegant swirl of pearly white, shining fabric to continue down the path, never relenting her iron grip on the Dark god's wrist.
She did not, however, maintain that pace for long.
Like a child exposed to the world for the first time, she fluttered from place to place, akin to a bee fluttering from flower to flower. At one point, she would just gawk at the towering glass and concrete skyscrapers overhead, comparing them to the tall trees of the lush forest of her island. She hugged Percy's arm tightly, scared by the roaring vehicles that zoomed past her like rampaging beasts of old, leaving a horrible smoke that choked the goddess, who had never been used to such pollution.
She would smile and pat a child on the head, a bright smile etched on her face, while the next moment, her attention would be caught by some flashing screen somewhere. And when she had been bored by that, she would join Percy in petting the stray dog that had wandered over to them.
Percy sighed, the smile on his face yet to recede as he watched Calypso play with the dog, rolling it over on its back so that she could scratch its tummy. The dog's tongue lolled out of the corner of its mouth as it panted in the heat of downtown Manhattan, its ears flapping around as it tried to lick her hand.
Letting his beautiful Titaness play with the dog for a bit longer, Percy leaned against a lamppost, his jaw leisurely working on the piece of chewing gum in his mouth.
He looked up at the sky, met with an oppressive weather after so long at Ogygia's untouched, pure atmosphere. The sky was not visible, being blocked out by smoke and noxious fumes. The endless grey plain that he saw did not have a shred of resemblance to the stormy grey, tropical sky he had been used to. The breeze was almost nonexistent in the cage of concrete and glass, whatever he got was smoke from a car's exhaust. His customized Sabaton playlist blasting in his ears was the only thing keeping him from the unyielding chaos of the mortal world that he so longed to leave behind.
It reminded him too much of the time he had spent fighting for his life as a teen in three wars, which had happened too soon. The smoke, the hidden sky, the roaring sounds... Percy tried to keep his breath even, as he closed his eyes, trying to concentrate only on the kickass guitar solo in his ears.
Despite his best efforts, he could feel his pulse quickening, his muscles tense in anticipation of an assault.
He flinched as he felt a soft, small hand entangle itself in his larger paw, and he carefully pried his sea-green eyes open, already having put up a false facade of cool emotions.
Seemingly nonchalant sea-green met concerned amber, and Percy could not but flinch at the ease with which Calypso read all his emotions. Sometimes, he swore, that woman could read him almost as well as Annabeth.
"Another panic attack, Percy?"
He winced at her voice, feeling sorry for having worried her. "It's nothing, Calypso. Just zoned out there for a moment."
Feeling something wet and damp press itself to his palm, he looked down to find the stray pressing its cold nose into his hand, offering comfort.
"Do not think you can lie to me, Percy."
"Fine, fine, sheesh woman, cut me some slack." Her glare did not lessen. "Fine, I'm sorry. It just happened, can we forget about it now?"
She stared at him for some more moments.
"I love you, Percy." She muttered, burying her face into his chest, her slender arms going around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides with surprising strength.
Percy just stood there dumbstruck for some moments, before he acknowledged her words. "I-I l-love you to-too, M-Moonla-lace." He stuttered.
Calypso broke their hug, holding him at an arm's length to check him over.
Her smoking hot Dark god stood a fair bit taller than most people at six foot five, with a perfectly sculpted, chiselled, lean body without an ounce of fat anywhere. His golden, perfectly tanned skin glistened with slight sweat, small scars marring the relative smoothness of the skin. His dark features were so sharp that she felt like she could cut herself open, the shadows falling across his face making him look more like the Dark, dangerous deity that he was. Equally mysterious and dark, sea-green eyes shone with emotion from the shadows hiding his face. His perfectly kissable lips were curled upwards in a genuine smile, his messy raven locks lost in the shadows of the Sabaton hoodie he wore.
She felt a hot golden blush creep up her neck as she checked out her very own delectable piece of hotness, her lips trembling as she tried to contain her urge to devour those annoying lips and wipe that smile which left her constantly hot and bothered.
"You seriously need to tone down your obsession with that metal band." She tried not to stutter as she stared at the object her of her desires, the object of her dreams. The object which all her imaginative musings centred around, her only companion through weary days of loneliness.
Calypso stood on her tiptoes, and tilting Percy's hood back, kissed his jaw. Her full, soft pink lips pressed softly to a small scar on his sharply defined jaw, grazing the dark stubble that he religiously maintained on his chin and jaw. Her lips lingered for some moments longer on the scar tissue, the only patch of somewhat smooth skin on his scratchy lower face.
But she did not mind. On the contrary, it was an unofficial, unanimous decision among the girls at Ogygia, and according to Aphrodite, all the girls who lusted after him, which was to say, all the girls that he knew except his mother, that he looked a hundred times sexier with his signature slight stubble.
Her mind wandered to the rapid thumping of his heart beating against his ribcage, and she smiled into her kiss, gleeful for the effect she had on him.
Realising that she had been kissing his jaw for longer than was appropriate in public, and also, suddenly painfully aware of the stares she was getting, Calypso broke away, with a deep golden blush painting her face brighter than a pile of drachmas.
Percy glanced around at the people staring at them resentfully, though he could not really blame them. He was doing a perfect Nico di Angelo cosplay, complete with a black hoodie that shadowed most of his face, making him look like a complete emo, who just had a panic attack. And he was with a bubbly ball of energy, who glowed brighter than the sun with a perpetual smile on her beautiful face.
The typical extrovert adopting an introvert story.
Percy stared at the Titaness fidgeting nervously in front of him, his hands shoved into his pockets. She meekly looked up at him with innocent amber eyes, wondering if she had done something wrong, trying to coax a smile out of him.
Percy's dark sea-green eyes could not concentrate on one thing for long, instead wandering over her beautiful features. Soft caramel hair that was the envy of many girls in the street, was let down for once. Accompanied by pale, creamy skin that was just the perfect skin tone in the lighter half of the spectrum, she looked every inch the beautiful Titaness she was. Her small cute button nose, the small dimples every time she smiled, her soft pink lips stretching across her face to show her bright, shining teeth. The only make-up she wore was dark, black eyeliner that she had been forced to wear by Aphrodite, the dark ink only serving to bring out her shining amber eyes in every beautiful aspect, with perfect contrast.
She was, thankfully, wearing slightly more conservative clothes than her usual attire. The white dress was the staple, sweeping down to her calves in an elaborate shower of fine, white silk and cotton, with golden trimmings that shimmered in the light. It hugged her body perfectly, bringing out all the sexy, feminine curves that she had, accentuated by the golden belt around her slim waist. The dress dipped down a bit to show a bit of her cleavage, and her lower back was covered with fine lace. A pair of brown, fine leather gladiator sandals covered her feet, the intricate patchwork of straps going up to her mid-calf to meet the fringe of her dress.
Percy could only be thankful that Aphrodite had had the presence of mind to provide her with some appropriate underwear.
Percy's fingers itched to rip the dress apart and take her, right then and there. Her untainted innocence was grating on his nerves, but in a good way- constantly egging him on to take advantage of her, to see those wide amber eyes water as she choked-
Yeah, he was gonna stop right there.
Percy winced as he felt his cock stirring in the uncomfortably tight restraints of his boxers.
"Are you really okay, Percy? We can go back if you want. I won't mind." She asked him again, her eyes shining with worry. She had noticed his wince, but fortunately, had mistaken it for something else.
The Dark god waved aside her concerns, smiling at her as he tried to conceal the blood rushing to his face, with somewhat success.
The fact that Calypso was a really dangerous Titaness crossed his mind, making him smirk internally at the innocent goddess, who had managed to unknowingly trap him in her charms.
Outwardly, he smiled at her, before his hand finally emerged from his pocket.
"A sweet flower for my beautiful lady." He twirled the dark, blood-red rose in his deft fingers, before offering it to her. He had found it growing on a crack in the middle of the sidewalk, but somehow, despite all the dust and smoke, the flower was as fresh as could be, at par with the rose bushes of Calypso's personal garden.
He observed that the rose was just like Calypso, maintaining its beauty despite its isolation in a harsh climate. The petals were as soft as her skin, the smell as invigorating as the Titaness' sweet scent. Its beauty as beautiful as the Titaness, in both mind and body, its stem as prickly as her fierce protectiveness for her family.
She giggled at his voice, "Thank you, good sir." She imitated the speech patterns of snobbish, aristocratic society.
The two cracked up, Percy internally glad that she had not commented on his cheesy choice of words.
Smiling, Calypso tucked the rose into her hair, the deep scarlet going beautifully with her caramel hair.
Percy smiled at her, extending his hand for her to take. "Now, my lady, that looks more proper on you."
He looked around for the stray dog he had been absentmindedly petting, only to find that it had slipped away unnoticed sometime.
Percy shrugged, before directing Calypso to the Manhattan mall, pausing only to buy themselves some chocolate.
The Manhattan mall was a grand structure, a tower of glass and concrete towering over the other towers of glass and concrete. It was almost as large as their mansion, with massive glass windows that reflected the sun, allowing them to catch a glimpse of the crowds of people bustling inside. The sound of the shoppers, all busy as bees during summer, was deafening after the months of relative solitude, millennia for the Titaness. Several advertisements and neon signs stuck out of windows, a colourful jumble of civilization's finest.
Calypso hurriedly attached herself to Percy's side, hugging his arm tightly, after they had been separated for a minimal security check.
Percy patted her head comfortingly, making Calypso glare at him heatedly.
She expertly tried to cover her internal mewling at being patted by her lover, desperately trying to distract herself. "So, where should we go first?"
Her voice held an excited edge to it as her eyes darted from shop to shop like a child at Christmas, and Percy could almost feel her vibrating as she clung to him.
The two immortals weaved through the crowds expertly thanks to Percy's ample experience with the mall, and he could navigate without having to check for directions. "First, we will go and get some alcohol, preferably high-quality wine and all that, for stocking the bars, both on the yacht and in the dining room... which I emptied. Also, beers for game nights- very important."
"Pfft." Calypso made a bored sound as he dragged her towards the alcohol section. "That's the only thing you remember, isn't it?"
"No, it isn't!" Percy protested vehemently. "I also remember stopping at Gamestop and buying two new controllers! We are also low on chocolate, ice cream and cereal!"
He looked serious, making Calypso roll her eyes. "And last time I was here, I saw a limited edition Disney Underwater set plushies for The Little Mermaid, Finding Nemo and Finding Dory. We need to try and get that because the last time, I ran out of money." He said solemnly.
"Percy..." Calypso warned, "Is that all you remember?"
"No!" He shook his head frantically at her glare. "I also remember buying Portugal jerseys for the Euro-" Calypso's glare turned up a notch, "I mean clothes for you, and-" He lowered his voice so that only Calypso could hear him, "-and I will have to buy sexy swimsuits and lingerie for my beautiful girls. Personally, I don't see the point, since I would always prefer it if you walk around naked, but..."
Calypso's glare did not lessen, despite the furious golden blush on her face, "Sh-shut up, Percy." She finally turned away from him, and Percy was sure that she had come dangerously close to fainting, judging from the steam coming out of her golden-tinged ears. "Let's just go and get the other shopping done."
"Alright." Percy sighed, obediently bringing out an enormous list from his pocket.
Two hours later, Calypso was as energetic as ever, and if Percy did not know any better, he would say she was more energetic than she was when they started out. Meanwhile, he was panting like the dog he had petted outside, while trying to push three shopping carts together, each packed to the brim with a variety of items.
He did not understand why they insisted on getting those stuff when the island could just summon whatever they needed.
But, he was grateful for a break, pushing the three carts towards the end of a long line of carts, and joined the exhausted boyfriends at the small arcade, as their girlfriends buzzed through the clothes shop next door.
"Percy!"
"Just wait a minute- I'm on a streak- What are you doing?!" He wailed as Calypso dragged him forcefully towards the trial rooms, stomping her feet indignantly as she dropped all pretences of politeness to express her frustration.
"Geez, woman, what is it?" He tried to slow her down as she shoved ANOTHER cart into his hands, this one brimming with clothes of all kinds, before disappearing into a trial room.
When she re-emerged, he lost whatever breath he had managed to catch.
Percy wolf-whistled, not being able to resist expressing his bottled lust for her anymore.
Calypso was wearing a tomboyish biker outfit, as the one Nemesis wore, but this one was made of leather instead of latex. Silver studs shined on her dark leather jacket, going perfectly with her black shirt. Silver-studded combat boots and fingerless black gloves completed the look. Calypso had thrown her hair over her right shoulder, holding the rose he had given her earlier between her teeth as she struck a pose, putting her hands behind her head to jut out her chest and ass provocatively. Her amber eyes, with black eyeliner, were rapidly darkening with lust that made him growl, and right then, the only thing that the bright and innocent Calypso needed to look more punk than Thalia was some black lipstick.
The clothes clung tightly to her body, accentuating her appreciable, massive assets and perfect, round bubble butt, the feminine curves of her wide, childbearing hips and luscious thighs contrasted by her flat stomach. Every inch of her creamy skin, every subtle curve, was revealed by the tight, black leather clothes, her collar let open to reveal a bit of her delicious cleavage.
And before he knew it, the old, bright and innocent Calypso was back in front of him, breaking him out of his daydreaming of what he was going to do to her.
She smirked devilishly, gently snapping his jaw shut with her soft, nimble index finger. "You're drooling." She sounded gleeful at the fact.
Percy took some time to regain his composure, wiping the drool with the sleeve of his hoodie.
"I think we should go to Victoria's Secret next," Calypso spoke solemnly, remembering Aphrodite's wise words of advice.
Percy almost had a heart attack when she mentioned that he'll hellhole of a shop. He did not mind girls wearing lingerie, he preferred not having to shop for their lingerie. He shuddered, remembering his first venture to the shop with Annabeth.
"We'll go there last, alright Moonlace? Best for last." He smiled weakly, silently praying that she forgot all about it by the time they were done with shopping and lunch.
"Okay, then, where to next?" Calypso asked cheerfully as she skipped and bounced around Percy, purposefully unmindful of his struggle with four shopping carts.
"This way. To the alcohol section." He grunted.
"Alright!" She pumped her fist in the air, walking forward, leaving the struggling Dark god behind as she marched forward, taking some time for herself to absorb all the sights and sounds around her. "Mortals have advanced so much..." she mused, before stopping abruptly.
"Percy, is that shop named Al Capone's Al Cohol?" She asked incredulously, turning to look at her companion... only to find four abandoned shopping carts where he should have been.
She groaned.
Getting a mall attendant to look after their carts, mainly because she did not fancy having to lug them along with her wherever she went, Calypso went searching for, according to Athena's ever accurate observations, the incorrigible man child.
She had barely begun wandering aimlessly around the mall for ten seconds, when she learnt of his location.
"I'll take your entire stock!" The shouted order in a familiar voice, that echoed and reverberated through the entire mall, over the bustling of the innumerable customers, was hard to miss.
Calypso groaned as she thought of whatever mess he had gotten himself into this time, as she began running towards the direction from which his shout had come from.
She skidded to a halt before a shop, to which, for some reason, all males seemed to gravitate towards.
She read the name of the shop, written in big block letters.
LEGO️
AN: Boom! Now, you enjoy this chapter, because Euro 2020 is calling me. In 30 minutes, the GOAT's team will play against Hungary, and then, from midnight, we'll watch France and Germany. #PORHUN #FRAGER
P.S: Lace is completely frustrated with me, because I've spent the last two nights watching football instead of... paying attention to her. Today will be the third night.
Keep calm and CR7!! Keep calm and LM10!! (I'm talking about the Argentinian midget, not the Croatian midget.)