The Moon's Lover

7

Percy PoV

I looked down at my beautiful wife, seeing her in only her undergarments. I wanted her, physically.

But I also didn't want to hurt her.

I sighed, thinking of how awfully I dealt with the situation as I showered.

When I stepped out, I realized I hadn't brought a shirt in with me. I groaned, hoping Artemis wouldn't react negatively.

I dried off and clothed my lower half,
stepping back out to the bedroom.

Artemis blushed lightly, but made no comment, a small smile on her lips.

She showered, and when she stepped out of the bathroom, she was wearing panties and one of my nightshirts.

My wife pecked my cheek as she slid under the covers next to me.

I pulled the covers up, putting my arms around Artemis as she snuggled into my chest, resting her face in the crook of my neck.

The next morning, I awoke to the feeling of soft lips on my forehead.

I sat up, opening my eyes to find none other than my wife sitting in my lap.

She leaned forward, falling into my chest. "Happy birthday, Percy."

"Why thank you, love," I kissed her forehead.

Artemis blushed at the nickname. "What would you like to do today?"

"Spend time with my wife and make her the happiest lady in the world," I responded charmingly.

"And what if you already do that?" Artemis asked, peeking up from my chest.

As an answer, I leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips.

"I want to do whatever I can do that lets me be alone with you," I whispered against her lips.

Artemis blushed and cuddled into my chest. "You're really sweet."

I smiled. "And you're either the cutest or sexiest person on the planet, depending on your mood."

She looked up at me, seeing I was completely serious, and buried her face in my chest.

"You're so adorable like this," I kissed the top of her head. "Everyone sees you as this cold, soulless, beautiful maiden that despises all males. They never meet the kind, soft, adorable girl you can be. Everyone judges books by their cover."

Artemis was blushing the deepest I'd ever seen by then. I pecked her cheek and nuzzled her neck, resting my forehead against hers.

Artemis suddenly sat up and scoffed, disgusted.

"What'd I do?" I asked, confused.

Artemis then blushed again. "Oh! Nothing, sorry. A bunch of my suitors just tried to Iris Message me in hopes that I'd be in the midst of changing or showering."

I scowled. "Who?"

Artemis shrugged. "A lot of people."

I pouted and held my wife tight. "No-one else can have you! You're mine! I'm not sharing! My Arty!" I whined in a childish voice.

Artemis smiled, snuggling into my grip. "Yes, Percy, I'm all yours."

I kissed her forehead. "Good."

"Have any of the goddesses flirted with you?" Artemis asked.

"Yeah, mainly Aphrodite though. It's sooooooooooo annoying! She just doesn't get the idea of loyalty!" I complained.