Dealing with Drama

A Petting Package: Part 1

AN: DEATH IN THE SHAPE OF A PANZER BATTALION! Someone should play this to the Taliban. Lmao.

Time: Two Days Later

"Movie night! Movie night! Movie night!" Phoebe and Atalanta chanted together childishly, trying to annoy Percy in the same way he annoyed them.

Needless to say, it was working.

Percy's eyebrow twitched as he tried to concentrate on the ice cream in front of him, an exotic flavour that Hestia had stumbled across one day, trying to make Asian food. The ice cream was of course, not chocolate ice cream, but it was a close second. Percy decided he had his second favourite ice cream flavour.

It was... gur (/ɡʊə(r)/) flavoured ice cream, apparently from India.

Seeing Percy's blank look, Athena had explained that it was jaggery, another form of sugar.

Well, Percy was always up for sugar and trying desserts, and he did not regret it. It was only a wonder how he did not get obese from the tons of sweets- chocolates and ice cream, and cookies and cakes and puddings- he consumed each day. Was it the immortal blood flowing in his veins or the constant heavy training he carried out every day? Percy would never know.

His spoon scraped the bottom of his bowl with a metallic clink, making Percy's eyes twitch as he realised that he had run out of ice cream. The chanting by the two Huntresses only got louder, accompanied by the relentless banging of their utensils against the wooden table.

The other girls smothered laughs at his misery, making Percy turn around to glare at them through bleary eyes. He had dragged himself out of a nap just for dinner, and you could say he was very eager to return to sleeping, his sleepy state not clearing yet, calling for him to return to the comfort of his bed.

Percy could literally taste the longing on the tip of his tongue.

Oh no, his bad, that was just the remaining specks of ice cream he was licking off the bowl.

Still, the realization did not make it any better, as the cool, inviting sting of the cold air-conditioned air sending up goosebumps on his skin just made the warmth of his bed all the more tantalizing.

His mind wandered to the softness of his sheets, the warmth of his sheets, the softness of others, the warmth of cuddling with his girls, to how delicious their assets felt beneath his palms, to how delicious their skin felt against his lips, to....

His trail of thought was derailed again by the annoying chant from the two childish ancient hunters demanding a movie night. His fingers twitched, urging him to spank the shit out of Phoebe and Atalanta, to have them kneeling beneath him, to have their bodies twisted in lewd positions as they finally submitted to him, to mark them as his, as only his.

He gulped the excess saliva in his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he tried to smother his arousal, looking out of the sliding glass door at the rest of Ogygia, lit up in the night, in a futile attempt to gather his wandering thoughts.

The entire day was grey, oppressive yet cool, calm and quiet. The grey skies, with large mountains of dark-bellied clouds rolling across the heavens, ushered and hustled by the strong breeze, promised of impending rain. A gentle, fresh breeze, quite a break from the perpetual seabreeze of the tropical island, freshened up the life of the island, swaying the tall trees and making the fresh, emerald leaves rustle. The waves in the sea were gentle, lapping at the golden sands of the shore gently, fizzing out with white froth, retreating with a gentle caress.