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The first time he broke the oath, he was quiet. She wasn’t. She looked up at him, her glossy brown hair falling in waves around her face. She noticed how quiet he was, how rigid his posture had become. Sally placed her hand on his broad chest, tracing patterns along the scars there. He wasn’t even breathing. She knew he didn’t need to breath, but he did like the repetition of it. He only ever stopped breathing when something was terribly wrong.
“You know, for being so loud during you would think there would be a little talk after.” She spoke, her eyes travelling over his chest, up to his strong neck and jaw to his sea green eyes.
He looked down at her, his mouth in a flat, grumpy line. “I broke an oath. Sally… This was a mistake.” He murmured. Sally leaned away from him, her eyes flashing.
“This was a mistake!?” She snarled, leaning away from him. Sally wrapped herself up in the sheet, exposing Poseidon. “A mistake? Are you serious? I just… if this is about the whole being a god thing, I’m okay with it. So get over it. I know who and what I want to be with, and it’s you.” Sally got up, the sheet around her like a cape.
Poseidon simply laid on the bed, his eyes darkening. She knew she shouldn’t have snapped at Poseidon, but he had some nerve telling her that the sex they had just had, which was amazing, was a mistake. She clenched her teeth together, leaving the room. Sally walked over the worn wood floors to the kitchen, opening up the fridge. She needed to distract herself, or she’d start crying. Once Sally had known who Poseidon really was, she had tried to avoid falling in love with him.
But the sea is vast, mysterious, and very very alluring. Sally hadn’t told him. She had always seen falling in love as a sign of weakness. Saying that you needed someone, that seeing them made you happy and helped you feel a sense of fulfillment, meant that you couldn’t do that yourself. If she worked hard, she could be happy and have a sense of fulfillment. She was single, and did not need a man. But with each passing day, she found herself needing Poseidon more. It was not a need of necessity, but a need of want. She needed to hear his quiet but deep laughter whenever she made an especially bad pun. She needed to hear about how the old ocean spirits began to stir, but he managed to knock them back into irrelevancy. She needed to tell him about the old lady who walked into the grocery store she worked at with a whole scrapbook filled with expired coupons and demanded that Sally use them. As much as she loved her co-worker Millie and her conversations about her cats, she found Poseidon’s conversations much more stimulating.
“Sally.”
She didn’t turn around.
“Sally, that’s not what I meant. The sex… it was great.” He grunted as he walked up behind her. Poseidon didn’t touch her, not wanting to anger her
“I was sworn to an oath after World war two. That war was caused by mine, Zeus’, and Hades’ children. Our children nearly ended the world. We all swore on the river Styx that we would not sire any more children. I did not want to fall for any more mortals. I rather like you humans, so it pains me to -”
“Stop!” She snapped, whirling to face him. He went quiet, his eyes wide.
“This doesn’t pain you! You love it! If it truly did pain you, you wouldn’t do it! When you continue to do something, usually it’s out of love. That’s why you keep doing it. Because you want to feel that love again and again so you do it and you try harder because you want more!” She ranted, glaring at him. “That’s why I keep coming back to you!” Her voice was breathy, her eyes wide. She did not just admit that to him.
Poseidon’s mouth was open. “You love me?” He asked, flabbergasted.
“I’d have to be blind, deaf, and dumb not to.”
“For how long?”
“How long have I loved you?”
“Yeah.” He murmured, regaining his composure.
“I don’t know. Maybe it was the coffee date we had or when that telekhine attacked us. I don’t know. Why are you looking at me like that?” She narrowed her eyes, watching him.
“You fell in love when we were attacked?”
“Shut up. I knew I shouldn’t have told you. I knew you would get all weird.”
Poseidon wrapped his arms around Sally, pulling her to his chest. “I’ve fallen for you too, Sally. More than any mortal before.” He confessed. Sally tilted her head back, looking up at his tanned face. Her brown eyes searched his. She eventually leaned in, trailing kissing across his collarbone and neck.
“Show me.” She whispered, her hands grasping at his broad shoulders.
“Hmm?” He hummed, distracted by her touch.
“Show me that you’ve fallen for me.” Sally murmured, nipping at his chin.
Poseidon suddenly scooped her up, letting the sheet drop to the floor in the kitchen. He carried her back to the bed then began making love to her once again.