A Thousand Years And More

Wrong.

Damn girl, you looking fine.

That's all Poseidon could think when he walked in on Athena working out in her apartment at Olympus.

Should he be here you ask? No. Well, technically yes for Zues had told him to talk to Athena regarding the new architectural design of his underwater palace, now that Amphitrite had moved out with her new boyfriend. 

But he wasn't supposed to be watching her work out. Specially not in her sports wear, having a messy ponytail, her body glistening with sweat as she let out a low grunt with every push up. But then again, he had never seen her look so hot. 

Yes, she always looked breathtaking, but this was different. She looked nothing like the Athena he had seen before, and yet exactly how Athena always was.

Well, she hadn't seen him. He could surely leave and never talk about this again. 

Or.

He could slowly make his way towards her.

"I didn't expect you to be an Adidas person, Athena. You seem more Puma type."  He said, standing right behind her.

It was pretty evident that she hadn't been expecting any visitors because  she got up with the speed of lightning, turned around and judo flipped him to the ground.

"That's not a very polite way of saying hello. Now, where are your manners?" He got up, laughing.

"It's also not good manners to sneak up on someone while they are doing something." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Blame the unlocked door, not me." He countered back.

"What do you want?" She asked, annoyed.

He took his time and walked towards the couch. He gave her a look and sat down on it, moving very slowly, just to get on her nerves.

"Poseidon, what do you want?" 

He opened his mouth as if to say something, and then shut it again. Then, he proceeded to check out his surroundings and look intently at the decor.

"I am going to ask you one more time. What. Do. You. Want ?" She said, emphasizing on each word.

He scratched his neck, still looking around, a small smile playing on his lips.

She walked at him aggressively, put her leg around him, leaned over and grabbed him by the shirt.

"Get out right now." She ordered, her steel grey eyes glaring at his.

"If anyone saw us right now, they would think you are dying to kiss me." He gave her a smirk, putting his arms around her bare waist.

"In your dreams, old guy."

She pulled back and gripped him by the collar. She pushed him to the floor, which turned out to be a pretty bad move, because he pulled her along with him, and now she was lying on top of him.

"Ooh, she's aggressive." He laughed again.

"You will regret this." She threatened.

"You know you could just get up right? Or you could even lean down and kiss me right here." He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"Stop flattering yourself, you won't get away with it." She rolled her eyes at him, again.

"You still haven't got up." He shrugged.

"I hate you so much."

"And yet you are here, on me, not moving an inch to get away." He calmly stated.