The deal with the god (Hades x OC)

Chapter 21

My period was over, thank god. On the second day I was so close to punching everyone who came near me in the face. Now that I was back to "normal", I would only be slightly mean to anyone who came near me.
After our little conversation, me and Hades silently agreed to spend more time with each other. Sometimes, we would continue talking even after we finished having lunch. On other occasions, he would just walk me back to my room after dinner, or join me in the library or the garden.
That's what I would have written if he weren't such an asshole. My problem was that I liked that asshole. I wanted to spend more time with him, I tried to make our conversations more interesting during lunch, but whenever I tried to find a controversial topic for us to discuss he only agreed with anything I had to say, ending them too fast. Or, when I went into his office, hoping to stay there reading while he worked, he kept telling me that he was very busy and he didn't have time for distractions. He better fix his schedule, because he needs to have time for me. I'm a very needy creature.
I open the door to his office and find him sitting by his desk.

Hades's POV
Opal barges instinctively, I put my pen down, but then I remember that this wasn't part of the plan. She was right, I didn't want her to end up like Persephone. She couldn't fall in love with me, because then she would leave. The same thing happened with Persephone, and it was too late for me to realize it, since I already loved Opal.
She walks slowly towards me and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. She sat on my lap, and I was trying really hard to contain myself.
"I'm feeling a bit bored." She says,
"Is that so?" I say, pretending not to care.
She leans closer to me. "I have a mission for you."
"And what would that be?"
"I think that you should teach me how to fight. Since you are a super strong god with super powers and stuff." She says, sliding her hands down my arms and feeling my muscles.
I take her hands away. "I thought that you already knew how to fight."
"I know the basic self defense stuff my brother taught me, but you could... deepen my knowledge and teach me how to do it... properly." I tried my hardest not to laugh in her face.
"I guess that I could do that." I pause. "Since it is for you."
"Great, we'll meet at four in the garden." She says.
"Don't be late, love." I whisper in her ear.
"We both know that that is not going to happen." She replies, already leaving. I try not to look at her and instead keep my gaze on my work. I failed.
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Opal's POV
When I get to the garden I see that Hades was already there waiting for me. He was standing, leaning against a tree. He wore a black t-shirt and black sweatpants. The shirt was tight on him, tight enough for me to be able to see his muscles. And damn, he was literally built like a Greek god. And I... wasn't built like a greek goddess. He never complained, though.
"You're late." He said, stating the obvious.
"You're early." I answer.
After what felt like hours of an uncomfortable silence, he finally spoke. "I suppose we should start then."
"And how do we do that?"
He bends down to pick something up. Two swords and I couldn't help to think Where the fuck does he get all these weapons? Is this even legal?
"Do you know the basics?" He asks.
"Not exactly. It shouldn't be that difficult, it's like a dagger but bigger, right?"
"No." He chuckled. "Not exactly."
"Close enough."
"We'll start from the beginning." He states. "We won't need these right now." He says putting the swords on the floor again.
I stand there, not knowing what the fuck I was supposed to do.
"Punch me." He says.
I tell him that I'm not going to punch him.
Who am I kidding?
I don't even think twice before doing it. It's not like I still felt the same way towards him, but I've wanted to do that for ages and I was not going to waste this opportunity. I walk close to him and then land a punch in his face. He doesn't seem to be affected by it. But I did, punching him hurt my hands.
"Your hands aren't supposed to be like that." He says. My brother was never a good teacher. And I wasn't a particularly good student either.
"Then how are they supposed to be?"
He walks behind me and puts his hands on top of mine. My heart immediately begins to beat faster and faster. His skin is warm, his hands are big compared to mine. I could feel his muscles on my back and his breathing on my neck. And he was so perfect, and I wanted him so much. He did not show signs of feeling the same way, but I did notice that his breathing was faster than usual, and I suppose that his heart was beating fast. But he did not say anything, so it must've been a product of my imagination.
He puts my hands in the proper position. He curled my pinky, ring, middle and index fingers and placed my thumb over the middle and index finger. He said that when throwing a punch I should hit the person with the middle and index fingers. He also stated that making a fist in any other position except this one would probably break some bone in my hand. But I wasn't paying attention to that anymore. The only thing that mattered to me was him and the way he made me feel and the way he felt against me and how I wanted to feel like this forever and how I wanted him to feel the same way and how I had never felt like this before and how none of this made any sense and how for the first time I didn't care if it made sense or not I just wanted him.
And then he backed away and said, "Do it again."
And I tried. I tried to resist those feelings, but I couldn't.
Which was a shame, because I've always wanted to learn how to land a good punch.
When I got closer to him, instead of smashing my fist against his face I put my hands around his neck and smashed my lips into his.
At first he was surprised and confused, but he got over it quickly. He kissed me like I had never been kissed before. He put his hands on my waist and pressed me closer to him, and I let him. And I wanted this so bad. I never wanted this to end. And now his tongue was entering my mouth and I let it. And a bit later we were on the floor, and none of us were backing away. And my hands were touching every single muscle on his back, and his hands were on my body, touching it so hungrily and so delicately at the same time. And I do not know what happened next.
He pushed me away.
He stood up. "We shouldn't do this."
"What?" I asked, trying to remain calm.
"You should go."
"What?" I try to ask but my voice comes out weak.
"You-"
"Fine." I stand up, and a bit of anger, embarrassment and sadness takes over me, so I do what he asked. I punch him in the face, just like he taught me. And then, I leave, saying. "You can be a real jerk sometimes, Hades."
And that's when the tears take over me.