Dealing with Drama

Living his Life: Part 2

AN: In case any of you are wondering if I have a thing for short girls, let me be clear. Percy is six foot five. The girls are not short. He is just tall.... this happens to me a lot irl.

Time: Next Morning

Percy sat on the dining room floor, in front of the table, having a light breakfast.

He surveyed the spotless room, remembering all the shouting, the fighting that had occurred in this very room. The same site of lots of laughter every night.

Repairing it had not been easy. The Dark, decaying power lay thick in the room, choking and suffocating.

Onto other matters, where was Thalia? She was still asleep when he had carried her all the way from the beach to her room, laying her on the bed and pulling up the covers as he switched on the AC. Thalia momentarily grumbled at the loss of his warmth, before she snuggled into the numerous pillows in her bed, and promptly fell back asleep.

The two of them had lived up to their words, sleeping on the sand on the beach, entangled in each others' limbs, until Percy had risen with the sun. Thalia's scent was still fresh on his mind, her softness bringing a slight tingle to his skin and a golden tint to his cheeks.

His golden cheek was pinched. "Ooh, is the big, bad Dark god blushing?" A teasing voice whispered right in his ear, making his cheeks heat up even more.

Suppressing his blush, the shirtless god pushed himself away from the table with a fluid movement. There was a yelp, and without looking back, Percy reached behind him, effortlessly drawing the Oracle into his lap with one arm.

His breakfast was almost finished anyway, and he ignored the bowl of cereal. He did not like the sugary treat- they did not produce his favourite cereal anymore, anyway.

Rachel was in a bridal position in Percy's lap as he sat on the floor.

Her lush red hair fell in a fiery waterfall of soft silk. Her vibrant green eyes, wide with surprise, and dark with slight arousal, sparkled in the light as they roamed his bare chest and toned abs, trying to burn the sight permanently into her memory. There was a slight, cute spattering of a few freckles on her cheeks, lost in her quickly reddening face. Her cute, button nose was tinged red, steam coming out of her red ears. Her soft, pink lips were parted slightly as she panted in surprise at Percy's sudden move.

His eyes wandered lower.

Rachel never seemed to have a shirt on, at least, Percy had never seen her with a shirt on, during her stay at Ogygia. Must be the tropical heat getting to her.

Or.... it was her way of seduction.

Even now, she was only wearing a small, green silk bikini top, held together by long strings that showed her entire cleavage, just leaving her nipples and part of her boobs out of sight. The erect nubs of sensitive flesh on her massive tits poked through the thin fabric of her bikini top. Her boobs were comparable to Aphrodite's, firm and round, yet soft and large- not the love goddess' size 7 basketballs, but much smaller, a 'mere' B- cup. They were two heavenly pillows of soft, warm flesh, straining against her small top, the fabric sinking into her soft flesh as her tits jiggled with every breath she took.

Her smooth, pale skin seemed to glisten tantalizingly in the light. Her creamy shoulders had taken a red tinge as she blushed to her neck at their position. Percy's eyes wandered down her soft stomach that was perfect on her curvy, hourglass figure, to her grey shorts, which ended mid-thigh, leaving her thick, luscious thighs open to his viewing pleasure. He felt her soft, bubble butt pressing against his crotch, and was thankful for his enchanted boxers that Annabeth had somehow gotten from... somewhere.