You stretched in bed, having just woken up. You reached over to the side to hug your pillow, but found only another body next to you, his arm snagging your waist. What? Who...

You blinked, your eyes opening slightly, but barely. And you happen to see that you weren't even in your own cabin. What has happened? Where...

Oh. Oh, shit. Your gaze moved the the ceiling, finding the teal stone of cabin three. Poseidon's cabin. You had spent the night with the one and only Percy motherfucking Jackson.

You moved to sit up, his arm still around your waist, and he pressed his bare body against yours in his semi-conscious state, his eyebrows furrowing.

"Mine.." he murmered, nuzzling into your stomach as he draped a leg over your own, making you unable to move under his weight. Damnit, why did he have to be so strong?