The Assassin of the Hunt

The Kiss

PERCY POV

As we took our seats in the plane, I noticed that the first-class on this one was different. There were small 'rooms' that could hold 2 people, with a bathroom in each.

Conveniently, there was enough for all the hunters.

I took my seat in one of the compartments near the front. I felt someone follow me and shut the door. I expected it was Thalia or Atlanta or such, but when I turned, I was greeted by a pair of beautiful silver eyes.

I took a small bow, only to be pulled up and shoved into the seat. Artemis then sat in my lap again. We just stared at each other until we felt the aggressive jerk of the plane taking off.

The violent motion made her lurch her head into my shoulder, her body pressing tightly into mine. After regaining her posture, she just grinded on me like on the gondola, but a little bit rougher.

I silently bit back a moan as she ran her hands through my hair, gently pulling on it. I moved my hands to her back, rubbing circles until I decided to get brave, and moved them to her ass.

She seemed to like that, judging by the cute moan that emitted itself from her mouth. She pulled my head to her neck, telling me to lick. I did as told, licking her neck till it looked like she had only been sweating in that area.

She continued moaning, then suddenly stopped grinding me, to which I responded by stopping my attack on her neck.

We just stared at each other until she broke the silence, stating, "The things you do to me." And just like that, she crashed her lips on mine, a million fireworks going off in my head. I quickly returned the action, running my hands along her waist and ass.

We broke, panting. Though, being used to saving oxygen, I quickly caught her off guard, pushing on her lips. She moved her hands to my shirt, removing the plated cloth with relative ease, leaving my chest bare.

She touched my abs, clearly loving how hot I looked. What can I say? I'm just that fabulous.

I removed her parka, leaving her in a very tight sports bra. Which she promptly shoved my face into. 

The entire time, my main thought was; Zeus is going to be pissed when he finds out.

ARTEMIS POV

He didn't do anything when I shoved him into my breasts, which I had no idea why I did.

Suddenly, though, he pulled off, looking me dead in the eye with his beautiful green eyes.

"Lady Artemis, we can't do this. I--" he started, getting cut off by my voice.

"Please, Percy, just call me Artemis. And please, just let me have this." I said, slightly tearing up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he stood, which caught him by surprise. I managed to maneuver him onto the floor, pushing my lips onto his.

We continued making out, all sense of formality and reason gone. It was, sadly, interrupted by Thalia's voice, asking if she could enter. We made a silent plan; I would go into the bathroom, while he talked with Thalia.

I grabbed my parka and he slipped on his shirt. I cracked the door just enough to hear the conversation.

They talked about Camp, and how they would probably have to go there when they returned to America. I realized she was right. As she left, I thought of a very hot idea. 

I quickly stripped and entered the shower, waiting for him.

He entered, saying the coast was clear, only to be greeted by the sight of me in my sports bra and panties that reached down to just above my thighs. I turned the water on, and crooked my finger, beckoning for him to enter.

He obeyed and stripped down to his underwear, mesmerized by my almost naked form. For as respectable as he was, he still had urges. He had a large bulge in his underwear, which made him even hotter than he was before. We both traced each other's wonderful bodies, loving the feeling we had on each other.

I touched his bulge, which made him groan. "Artemis, don't make me do something I don't want to." He growled. I whispered into his ear, "Make me." He then picked me up and slammed me against the shower wall, assaulting my lips in the process.

I touched him again, and he pressed his lips to my neck. I held him there, and everything started to calm down, with us resting there for the next 5 minutes. We eventually got out and changed, much to both of our thanks that we had clothing.

We converted the seats into beds, and laid down, staring at each other. Curious, I asked, "When's the last time you got laid?" He just smirked with that devilishly handsome grin. I shook my head in disbelief. "So you mean to tell me you never got laid?" 

"Never in my 28 years of living." He responded. He pulled me closer, and whispered, "Unless you'd be willing to change that." I blushed a deep gold as I registered his words. I almost said yes. He was willing to give his virginity to me, the Maiden Goddess. But the last part got in the way.

I was a Maiden, and he was my Guardian. We would never work. 

I just touched his cheek and started crying. He immediately looked worried and pulled me close, letting me sob into his shoulder, all the while comforting me with his soothing voice. I could sense he believed he did something wrong, said something wrong. "It's not you, it's me." I assured him. He just continued comforting me with his words, the way he played with my hair, and the warmth he practically radiated. I was dimly aware of the blanket being pulled over us and drifted into the realm of Hypnos.

I am going to torture this couple more than Marvel does Spider-Man. No, but seriously, I really wanted a dirty scene followed by an emotional scene. See what happens next when the return to America.