The Moon's Lover

18

Artemis PoV

I locked the door to the bedroom and turned back to Percy.

"I'm horny," I stated plainly. "Do something."

Percy kissed me hard on the lips, pinning my arms above my head against the wall.

I moaned into his mouth, and he carried me back to the bed.

He relieved me of my shirt and discarded his own before kissing down my neck.

I moaned, but was cut off by a pounding on the door.

Percy sighed and got off me, handing me my shirt.

I slipped it on, and Percy answered the door.

He quickly backed away. "It's for you."

I found that it was Phoebe, complaining that Thalia had gone on a date with Dylan and not returned that night.

"They didn't have sex, if that's what you're wondering," Percy said. "Dylan would wait."

"If that's all, Phoebe, I have more
important things to do," I said.

"Like what?" She asked. "Screwing?"

I smiled. "You're saying that mine having sex with my husband is of more importance than this conversation. I guess I'll go do that then."

Phoebe's mouth hung open as I closed and locked the door.

That night, Percy passionately made love to me.

I awoke on his chest the next morning, naked.

Percy kissed my forehead. "Did you enjoy last night?"

I kissed him. "Nnnnh, Yes. Very much so."

Percy sighed when the doorbell rang.

"I'm definitely gonna have to do something about that," he decided.

My lover kissed my cheek before throwing on a shirt and a pair of shorts and answering the door.

He came back with an arrow in each of his shoulders.

Still naked, I crawled into his lap and removed the arrows, patching up his shoulders.

"Anything else I can do to make you feel better?" I asked.

Percy shrugged. "You're already naked, sitting in my lap. We already had sex, and I can't really do much of anything right now. A kiss would be nice."

"You're so lucky I'm in love with you," I murmured, pecking his lips.

Percy grinned. "I love you too, Arty."

He got a strange look on his face, like he was thinking.

"I just remembered!" He exclaimed.

I cocked my head.

Percy reached over to the nightstand. I put a hand on his chest, pushing him back down. "You can't strain your shoulders, love."

"Please? Just this one thing?" He asked.

I sighed, sitting back and allowing him to grab what he was reaching for.

It was a small box.

With a ring inside.

"I know you weren't ever much of a jewellery person, but I wanted to get you a new ring anyway," he said, opening the box.

My husband slipped the plain silver ring on my finger.