The Moon's Lover

24

Artemis PoV

Percy was laying on the couch with his head in my lap, and Anna was sitting on his chest.

The door banged open, and in came my hunters.

Well, Phoebe. The rest of them were probably exploring.

"Anna, how's life with the male?" Phoebe asked.

Percy and Anna were just noticing her presence. "Hey!" Percy whined. "We were just at the part where the fish in the dentist's office escaped!"

"Yeah! You can't interrupt that!" Anna pitched in.

I cracked up, laughing my ass off.

Phoebe stormed out, and we finished the movie.

"Anna," Percy began. "When's your birthday?"

"July 11th I turn 6," Anna responded.

Percy nodded, and we ate breakfast before watching another movie.

We watched a lot of movies that week.

Days, months, years passed in the blink of an eye.

Anna was 18. She would be going off to find a career now, study it, then pursue it.

Percy kissed my cheek, grabbing my hand.

I leaned into his chest, falling asleep,

l awoke in his arms the next morning in bed.

I kissed his cheek. "Happy birthday, Percy."

He smiled and sat up. "Good morning, Arty."

"What would you like to do today?" I asked.

"You," my husband responded cheekily. I blushed deeply.

"Whatever you have planned," my lover responded honestly.

I smiled and crawled up onto his chest, fully aware of his view of my chest.

I teethed his ear. "Remember that night when we did something other than make love? I want that, but more."

"If you feel scared or concerned or anything of the sort, tell me, okay?" He asked.

I nodded.

In two seconds flat, Percy had me pinned to the wall.

I wrapped my legs around his waist as he carried me to a room that could only be accessed through our bedroom.

Percy made sure the door was locked and carried me to the bed.

"Let's play strip or dare," Percy suggested. "I give you a dare, and if you don't do it, you lose a piece of clothing."

I blushed deeply. "Okay."

"I dare you to finger yourself," Percy challenged.

I removed my shirt. "I dare you to take off your shirt."

Percy snorted and did as told. "I dare you to grind on the bedpost."

He cracked up at my expression before I took off my pants. "I dare you to take a marker up the ass."

Percy gave me a questioning look and dropped his pants. "I dare you to touch your breasts."

I unclasped my bra. "I dare you to bite me," Percy smirked and bit my neck. I moaned softly.

"I dare you to give me a lap dance," my husband challenged.

I wasn't sure exactly what they were, but I wasn't going to admit that.