Stories By J

6

What would Zoë have done?

The goddess of the hunt lay in her bed, debating this as the soaked covers under her, were warm with her bodily fluids.

She had woken up in the middle of the night, after having a wet dream. At first, she didn't know what it was, but then Artemis remembered the modern books she had read.

The good and/or bad thing was that the dream featured Perseus, and only Perseus.

The two time saviour of the world had loved her with such gentle, careful ministrations, making her feel things she didn't think exist.

The goddess never wanted to have a wet dream, she didn't think it was possible for her to actually have one, but grateful. Grateful she was that it was the only respectable male that she had dreamt about.

Or perhaps this was no coincidence? Maybe because he was the first male she truly came to respect, along with Zoë, was she starting to see him in a new light?

It was too confusing, and too new to the goddess for her to know.

Once again, the worst, or best part depending on how you were looking at it, was that the hunt started their week long visit to the camp tomorrow.

Artemis would come face go face with his... gorgeously hot face. She cursed herself for using such a kind word to describe a man, but it was the most accurate way to describe him.

Snapping her fingers to change her bedsheets, Artemis fell back to sleep, dreaming of her and Zoë reunited, and now, Perseus was also apart of that dream.

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"Artemis." His chiseled jawline formed with a small smile that she appreciated as he nodded his head in a greeting of respect.

Everyone else greeted her on one knee, like she expected as a goddess, but Percy was different.

He had long earned her respect, therefore he did not have to bow, or use Lady in front of her name.

Secretly, the way he said her name, drove shivers up, down and through the goddess's spine.

The way he said her name almost teasingly... it created a unbearable need within her golden ichor.

Said ichor carried the need to her heart, making it beat unbelievably fast whenever his gaze was upon her.

"You may rise. We shall now get settled in my cabin."

Artemis let everyone rise, before she started to lead the hunters to her cabin.

"Perseus, a word?" The goddess requested, pushing down any embarrassing blush as he turned to look at her with those curious, gorgeous dark eyes.

"Of course, milady." He taunted, making Artemis glare at him.

"Apologies, Phoebe Artemis." The name caught her so off guard, the goddess stopped dead in her tracks.

She turned to see a wide smile threatening to split his face.

"How do you know that name?"

"Making sure Zeus actually released all of the peaceful titans this time, each one gave me some very useful information, including your mother."

Artemis face palmed, of course her mother would figure out about the only good male, and tell him one of her deepest secrets.

"If you call me that again, I'm going to ignore you." The goddess told him, to which he laughed.

To have such a genuine conversation with someone who didn't cower in her presence, but rather treated her as an equal was... warming.

Only because she respected the hell out of him, did she enjoy talking to him.