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Who: Poseidon and Amphitrite
What: Eros' trigger happy and shoots Poseidon
When: Valentine's Day
Where: Poseidon's penthouse
Notes: This was started before Angela's net was cut, when she returns it'll be finished or left as is. Because I know everyone's DYING to see a 'nice' Poseidon.

It was mid morning when Poseidon left his office for something to eat. There was a lot of tension running around the office that no coffee would cure. He needed the outside air, to walk against the water and feel that winter breeze. He'd been outside the Hudson, watching the water lap against the side of the concrete. There was an unusual vibe floating around, no doubt Greek from the feel of it, but it was mere seconds before he felt that light prick in between his shoulder blades. The awkward sensation continued to flow through him like poison hitting the blood stream. It was like the Grinch opening up his heart for the first time, there was a swell of emotion that the great water god didn't feel easily, if ever.

Eros had cooked up something special for Poseidon. He was nasty, disgusting and quite possibly the worst of their clan. The sad thing was his wife adored him and yet he threw her around like some kind of prize and nothing more. Eros had kept his eye open to the boards, he'd seen this ongoing battle. He wasn't sure what exactly had happened to the darling nymph of Poseidon's, but he knew it wasn't anything good. It was time the poor woman deserved to see what her hubby was like without all the angry drama. Poseidon already loved Amphitrite, that much was certain, so the little nick would not make him wild and madly crazy, no. There was a dose of sympathy thrown in there just to give him a less intense flare. This may come back to bite him in the ass later, it always did, but as always, the little love god was certain he was doing good.

It was almost rewinding a few hundred centuries, before the big guy had been so consumed with jealousy that it ate away at who he could have been. If he could control at all this little bite from Eros' arrows he would have wrung Aphrodite's favorite up by his wings with an arrow through his throat. That headache hit as for a moment he fought back this heaviness that sat inside. He walked until he reached home, opening the door feeling disheveled.

"Amphitrite," he called out looking around. He was supposed to be at work, but all he could think about was her. That wasn't what was out of the ordinary, what was out of the ordinary was the fact that he seemed so worried in a way that wasn't hardened and demanding.

It was that day of the year when Amphitrite tried to busy herself and not think about all the happy little couples roaming the city. It wasn't fair. While mortals seemed perfectly content to express their love and desire to be with one another Amphitrite practically had to beg Poseidon not to go chasing other skirts. She really had no actual reason to hate the day so much, apart from the fact that everyone else seemed so happy and here she was. Miserable. She hated this day. How could anyone possibly be happy?

When she heard her name she groaned. Great. What had she supposedly done this time? She had a mind to call Solomon and see if he was available that day. If only to get out and away from the days inevitable disappointment. Poseidon may have showered her with gifts but that didn't mean she wanted them. It only showed his interest was still there. It was his way of him trying to keep her interested in him. Truth be told, it didn't work. She was always interested, she just didn't want to climb in the sack right now.

"I'm in here," she called from the couch, though grudgingly. Might as well get this over with now instead of before bedtime. Because she rarely got sleep anymore because a certain someone always chose that as his very favorite time to start up arguments.

He threw off his coat, leaving him in in the sweater and tie. Nothing about his appearance was disheveled except in the way he spoke, he still felt like he was trying to fight whatever it was that was looming so heavily inside. He rolled his sleeves up catching her eyes as he stalked into the living room where she was lounged out. There was a glint in his eye that wasn't daring or frustrated as it had been in the last few months since returning to New York with her. Things had been strained to say the least, he had been trying, but ultimately Poseidon still had a grip on her. He was determined to control her, make her remember that if she ever chose to leave again what it would do to them both. He'd become so hardened inside that there would be nothing left of what good she gave him.

Today, there was a lack of control in his eyes. He walked forward facing her as she stood. His hands grabbed her face in a gentleness she only saw in small glimmers. The intent look in his eyes was so focused on her as if he were soaking in those eyes and everything about her that made his heart sing. Brushing the hair out of her face the kiss he placed on her lips was just as soft.

"I missed you," he spoke in that same roll of his voice, gritty and deep, but it wasn't harsh and demanding. He'd said that before, but not with even a half of concern. Since getting back from Greece he gave her space, but he was insistent, demanding hands even when she said no. It built up his frustration when he was already so obsessed with her and not whoring himself around. Now, it honestly seemed like Eros' arrows had peeled away that frustration and just made her see what was buried.


Okay, now things were getting weird. She stared at him for what seemed a long time, but was only a few minutes. "Missed me?" she repeated, not understanding the tone of his voice. Something was different. Something wasn't right. He would never kiss her that way and he would always be demanding. Why wasn't he doing that right now? Even as she looked him over she was certain this was her Poseidon, but not... himself.

"Is everything alright? You're acting strange." Those two things alone would normally be enough for him to start arguing about one thing or another. He'd probably start on a rant about trust issues or that there was nothing wrong with him and that she was being paranoid as usual.

He would have lashed out then, would have thrown a depth to his voice that was threatening or provoking. His brows didn't cross, nor did he give her the verbal lashing she was expecting. "Why must something be wrong?" He seemed generally confused as to why she would even question. At this point Eros' poison had taken over to just give Amphitrite a very watered down Poseidon. If he'd been there to watch he would have patted himself on the back, and ask her about it later.

Poseidon's hands moved down from her face, sliding down her neck, massaging almost in their touch. "Had to see you," he whispered into her ear lips just a breath away from her skin. Usually during the day he may have been throwing flirtatious jabs at the newest secretary. Instead he was here.

"Because you're always finding reasons to get angry at everything I say." Not a complete exaggeration, but close. Now she was trying to rile him up and it wasn't working at all. As strange as it was that he was being so gentle she still couldn't bring herself to pull away from him. Right here was the very thing she wanted: Poseidon to be gentle and sincere. She finally had it and she was torn as to what to do.

If Poseidon had any idea this was going on he would gone into a raging fit, done more than trashed the first thing he could get his hands on. Not only had one of his own used him, but had used him and made him extremely vulnerable in a way he always protected. Now, like this he was open to Amphitrite in a way that put him in the middle of the target. He liked things rough, liked to assert his authority. He adored the woman, could give her this side but in small doses. Giving it to her so open was dangerous.

"I want you Amph," his eyes closed as he leaned his cheek against hers, hands falling to grip her waist but not nearly as hard as usual. "Just," those lips finally skirted down her neck. "Let me." He needed her like he needed the blood in his veins, needed to show her what she really meant. "My jewel," another slide of his lips on her skin. He'd called her many things over the years, she was his jewel, his beautiful ocean jewel. Something in this was a reminder of the man she saw a piece of the day he'd asked for her hand in marriage, but even then Poseidon hadn't been this soft.

The more that was revealed the more she started to realize what was going on. This day of all days, she hated more than any other. It was Eros' day, the day he meddled. The symptoms were all too clear and obvious now. Never in a billion years would Poseidon be this gentle without some nudge. And she hadn't been threatening to leave which gave him no reason to try and woo her back. Besides, had she done that again he would have been angry and forceful.

She saw nothing of the sort.

Her eyes closed at his touch. It was a painful reminder of days gone by. Where her memory used to pain her this... this was far more painful. And yet it was a window of opportunity. She always respected him. She never used him, not in ways he didn't approval of at least. Now she had a chance to take something she wanted. Something that was as rare as the finest jewels in the world. Something he could so easily give her and yet selfishly kept hidden away. Gentleness. Sincerity. To be the one. It was all she wanted from him. Her decision was simple and in that moment she would let him have her again.

Amphitrite deserved this really even if deep down Poseidon would be pissed to know she would even considering using him in this way. In truth it was about time Poseidon was slammed with his own torture. The way he treated women was entirely disagreeable, hateful, and even with his wife he was too hardened. Eros' shadow of influence was a open window of opportunity. She could take it or leave it, Poseidon wouldn't ever know anything besides the headache the next day and that satisfied feeling of a love god that had really been kind in this story.

She was his one. The only one he could think about right now, this desire to give her anything and everything with that sincerity was so strong. He didn't want to hurt her, couldn't hurt her. Usually, there was some bitterness even in the sweetest of moments. He'd opened up to her in a way he hadn't in a long time previously but he lashed back with that demanding hand. There was nothing harsh about him right now, which is what the girl needed.

"Amphitrite," he near begged into her ear with that dark lull of a voice. He was seducing her carefully.

She would have never dreamed of taking advantage of him, but at right now she had the chance to have everything she needed. She could have him completely and it seemed he wouldn't think of anyone else. If she was right this opportunity would only come once, unless Mr Arrows was feeling generous again. She had to fight past her own insecurities. Her fear of intimacy had been slowly disappearing. Not fast enough for him, but right now he gave her damn good reason enough to forget about that for a few hours.

"Poseidon," she whispered, kissing him softly. Perhaps her taking advantage of him could be placed on Poseidon's own head.

He'd always adored her from the moment he saw her, but never did he give her enough reason to believe that except for those flecks of sweet intimacy that he showed her. Even then it wasn't often enough. He wasn't unknowing to situations as they had been before this, he just wanted to give her every reason to feel safe, wanted and needed.

He leaned into that kiss, holding her close as their lips slid against each other. "Forgive me," he whispered against her lips. Words like that, kisses so endearing were not easy to come by with Poseidon. Sometimes he held onto her so tight she couldn't breathe, now he was letting her take the reigns when he so often was left in control.

It was exactly what she needed. And if she had learned anything from Poseidon it was to take what you wanted, when you wanted it. So she would.

"For what?" she asked breathlessly, already too deep into the moment to care about much else.

"Letting you go. I was stupid."

Every touch was devoid of harsh hand, though still desirable. They moved up her waist, pressed against her back into the material of her dress while he opened his mouth for hers.

He pulled at the tie around his neck with eagerness wanting nothing more than to rip his clothes from his body and hers. Yet, there was that fighting thought that he wanted to savor this moment, take it slow and easy.

"Yes, you were," she said simply. Somehow she knew he wasn't going to pick a fight. Not right now. She could have berated him but she wanted to soak up every moment.

She helped him begin to rid themselves of their clothes, sliding off her own with ease. The black lacy lingerie she wore was something he'd given to her only months before and she still wore it, Poseidon until now with no idea. It had been sort of a sick joke that he wouldn't get to see it. Now there was a different, very twisted joke.

She hadn't been this at ease since Greece. He reveled in this moment, letting his hands feel what his eyes saw even if they both still stood in underclothes. His own skin was now at her availability, showcasing those tattoos that told the story of where they'd been, places they had seen over the centuries. The triton on his chest, the scorpion on his shoulder, bands on his arm and wrist all in black ink.

He lead them back to the bedroom, somewhere they spent each night, but not this open.

On the bed he let her crawl on him, his back to the mattress as he claimed her mouth with his own.

Those markings brought back memories every time she saw them. They each had their own meaning, each from something they had gone through together. Always together. Because he had never allowed her to leave his side. Right now she wasn't resentful in the least.

Where she would have expected him to take her where they were standing he surprised her yet again. He was being slow about this, something he hadn't done since the beginning. It was almost as if they were newly weds again. Then she wondered vaguely how long this would last. If it was long term or a one-time deal. In all honesty, she could have dealt with this forever.

Her hair fell in waves as she leaned over him, her lips against his. They were both taking this slow. Just what she needed to be easier back into their love life. Assuming she would be that interested so soon.

His eyes shuttered close at the feel of her so close. His breath was hitched in his throat, deepening those kisses without their usual force. His hand cupped the back of her head before rolling them over.

Poseidon was a man that took what he wanted often times leaving Amphitrite to deal with it as opposed to pleasing her. He tried, honestly tried but he hadn't been this considerate since the beginning. His lips trailed down her skin slowly lifting the top half of that lingerie off, letting his lips tread a delicate path from her collarbone down and back up until he met her lips again.

It was finally her time. There would be no pleasing him and not being pleased in return. She would be sure of that. For now it was light kisses and some teasing, which if she had done when he was his normal self she knew would end quickly. Teasing Poseidon never ended well, not even for her. Even if for her it just meant rough sex. Right now she wanted all of him, the parts that she never had emotionally and she finally, finally had a taste of it. After this she'd beg for it again. Only for a moment did she stop and whisper sweetly in his ear, "Make love to me, Poseidon." That was far different than her usual taunting, teasing suggestions. This was completely different. Love and sex were completely different.

He'd turned her into something as rough and violent as himself. Never did he stop to consider beyond a passing thought that she really wanted this. That she really needed this. Poseidon was focused on his own needs, what he could get instead of others. It had been that way for a long time even before Amphitrite came along. When he'd found her there was a moment of wanting something so pure, so innocent and giving her all of him. However, Poseidon knew no other way to obtain what he wanted than taking it by force.

There was a hint of his usual self in that smirk he gave her, but it held no malice.

What those goons in Greece had taken from her he would give back. This time Amphitrite would get the complete package that was so hard to come by. His hands slid down her hips, dragging the last bit of clothing she possessed from her body, his own following.

She needed him physically and emotionally in a way that had he not been under Eros' spell would have taken longer for her to get, because eventually Poseidon's patience would have thinned down. He didn't pin her arms back, didn't enter with that sharp intake of breath, just the feel of his tongue in her mouth and that smooth movements that Amphitrite may have ever felt a few times during their marriage. Like when she had married him.