Of Blofis' and Goddesses

M-Two very different ways to drive...

AN
So I did a pole last chapter and you guys wanted it to be M rated, which I think will work better. This story will be significantly longer than "A chat on the moon chariot" so may take a while to complete.

Anyway, here is a lemon chapter even if it adds little to the plot. Don't like it, skip it.

Third Person POV - Percy's Truck
"Should I feel bad about leaving Thalia and Reyna in the Prius?" Percy asked his girlfriend as he pulled out of the drive behind Paul's hybrid, keeping his eyes on the road with one hand on gear stick and the other on the wheel.

"No, it's a good time for Reyna to get to know them." The goddess replied looking up from the glove box she was rummaging through. "Why do you ask?"

"Well it is just that I know Thalia and Paul have very contrasting music tastes." The demigod replied with a chuckle imagining the torture she was about to endure. This caught her attention making the huntress smirk and close the glove compartment at the thought of revenge for this morning on her lieutenant. Before popping a mint she just got out into her mouth, savouring the sweet minty taste.

"How so?"

"One word: K-pop"

At this both occupants cringed at the thought of the genre. They held nothing against those who enjoy it, but it wasn't there style with both preferring more punk and rock music. The thought of four hours stuck in a car listening to it was their idea of torture. All of a sudden the goddess gained a mischievous glint in her eyes while looking over to her partner with a smirk on her face. "Hey Perce."

"Yes, love?" The demigod asked keeping his eyes on the road as he followed his step-father through the New York rush hour, which was basically all day, while the hand that was previously on the gear stick went to tracing patterns on the goddesses thigh. Said goddess ignored the subconscious action knowing it was a way for him to release his ADHD while concentrating on driving.

"I think I got the perfect revenge for this morning." This got the immediate attention of the son of Poseidon, making him turn to the goddess next to him with a sly smirk raising an eyebrow expectantly. Instead of a normal response the goddess smiled innocently while reaching over to the central console and switching on the car's stereo, and turning the volume up to eleven!

Third person POV - Paul's Prius
"So Reyna, tell me about yourself." Sally asked as the journey started in the packed Prius. While the car had few bags in it was only a small car with the three year olds booster seat taking up most of the room in the back, leaving the two demigods pressed up against the opposite windows. Although, both adults had plenty of room in the front, with Sally having just put down the book she was about the read in order to strike some conversation with a possible contender for daughter-in-law.

Perking up at the question the daughter of Bellona replied, "Well Mrs. Blofis I..."

"It's Sally for you dear."

"Well Sally, I as you may have heard I used to be the patreon of the Twelfth legion during the two wars before I joined Lady Artemis' hunt, and before that I used to work on an island with the sorceress Circe with my sister, who is now the leader of the Amazons. I was in the legion for 4 years before I left to join the hunt, a decision I will never regret." Reyna finished looking over at the daughter of Zeus who had stolen her heart with a coy smile. Sally noticed this and nodded approvingly. Before the conversation could get any further they where interrupted by the obnoxiously loud sound of Percy's custom subwoofer speaker system belting out the sound of Andrew W.K. at full volume. All heads immediately snapped to the car to the right (except little Estelle who has watching an episode of the telly tubbies on her tablet with headphones on, oblivious to the noise) to see the most unusual sight, if you knew who they were. Both the fearsome bane of monsters and the usually stoic goddess of the hunt were head banging to punk music, screaming lyrics at the top of their lungs enticing many honks and insults from fellow New York drivers. Not that they could hear or care, were in their own world dancing to the music.