Poseidon ran his webbed hands through his damp hair, rubbing the soapy suds into his hair. As he cleaned himself, you took a sponge and gently ran the item across his back, getting soapy water all around to help him clean.

“I don’t need help.” Poseidon huffed, eyes rolling. You hummed, taking no notice of his sulking. He was wounded after his battle with Odysseus, and, you being his lover, decided to offer him aid.

Cleaning away the ichor as it trickled on his skin, you sighed. Poseidon looked back at you, face softening.