Poseidon

Poseidon's POV

Her body was still to the cold side, but it slowly got better. She also felt more relaxed, and that was all I was asking.

This was not how she was supposed to find out. I was not sure what the best way was, but preferably one where she could yell at me and we were alone. Peter was in his room, and while he wouldn't be able to hear me, he could still see the trident, if he barged in here.

The door was locked, but still.

On the other hand... the feeling of being me and holding her was otherworldly.

"When we had sex here, I dreamed we were in your, I don't know, bed, and you reached for you trident," she muttered against me.

I sighed. That was me being weak, basically. "Fact," I said.

She sat still for a beat before she lifted her head and looked at me. "Explain."

I frowned at her. "What?" I asked. She couldn't just demand that.

Her gentle fingertips traced my jawline, and she was still cool, but she felt incredible, and I found myself leaning into her soft touch.

"Please explain why that happened," she said and dropped her hand.

I wanted to lift her hand again, but I didn't want to be pushy either.

I sighed. "It surprised me how overwhelming it was, and overwhelming feelings will take me back to where this body is," I gestured to myself, "and I also looked like me, and I couldn't have you see that."

She still looked up at me. "I can see it now," she nodded to my most precious belonging on the floor.

"I know," I said. "You know now. Or guessed it."

"Connected the dots," she muttered darkly. "Snowflake?" she demanded to know.

I smirked at her. "You are cold and delicate."

She made a face. "Really?"

"Really," I said.

She swallowed, not looking away from me.

I asked her, without using words, if she wanted to say something.

She turned my face away and her head was nestled at the crook of my neck.

"When I came that first time," she said softly, "and we had sex."

"Mhm?" I asked her. I wasn't keen on talking too much about that. It wasn't my finest moment, let's be honest.

"I wanted it," she said and I could feel her sagging against me.

"Yeah?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "It unfurled in the pit of my stomach, and then you kissed me, and I wanted it as much as you did."

My heart swelled. "You have no idea how relieved that makes me." I muttered. "Doesn't make it right, but at least I didn't take advantage of you."

She smiled and pulled back so she could see me.

"What?" I asked her.

She swallowed. "I'm too tired and too weary to be pissed at you now. And I sort of want to kiss you, but I know where it'll lead, and I just need to clear with you, that I'll be pissed at you tomorrow, but that it'll have nothing to do with us having sex."

Was she for real? "Seriously?" I asked her.

She nodded. "I'll wait with confusing you and Poe to some other time."

"Just remember, Poe and I are the same person, I just had to alter a few things slightly so you wouldn't notice."

"Such as smell?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said.

"You don't smell super saltwatery," she mused.

I smiled. "That went out of style a while ago," I said. "Are you sure?"

She didn't reply, she just kissed me.

Oh, but I was a sucker for her kiss, and if this was what it took for her to stay the night, then I'd gladly do it!

Her fingers fisted in my hair, and I flipped us over so she was beneath me.

Her passion reminded me of both times we'd had sex before, and it was heady and arousing all at once.