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Characters: Poseidon and Medusa
Date/Time: Monday Night
Location: Medusa's apartment
Rating: TBD
Warnings: TBD
Summary: After a few days to cool, Poseidon makes a visit.


Poseidon had spent the last few days to himself. He'd hardly eaten, slept most of the day and not spoken a word to Chelsea. Mentally since corruption had left his head he'd mentally shut down. Anger like that took a lot of energy these days. He wasn't sailing the seas with a trident anymore, his mortal body still had limits---and this time it as used without his knowing.

He didn't feel the same omniance Chelsea had, he hadn't cared. Once corruption used his anger against him, Poseidon was only focused on what caused his anger. Since it left he'd needed time to collect himself again.

He hadn't meant to strike Medusa in the way he had.

When he knocked on her door tonight it wasn't forceful.

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She had tried to go to work today, lose herself in taking care of the new specimens. It hadn't worked. When she'd almost been bit a second time her assistant grew a spine and insisted that she go home because something was obviously wrong. She had never been bit but once before. She hadn't been happy, but she had to admit he had a point so she'd gone home before lunch.

Well, not home directly, or at least not for long. After destroying her laptop she went back out to buy a new one along with a new phone. After that however it was comfortable clothing, hot tea and silence. Blessed silence.

The knock to her door was surprising. No one came to see her. Part of immediately thought it was Apollo and that was trouble she really didn't want right now. It wasn't until she opened the door that she realized exactly how much trouble had arrived.

Seeing Poseidon her heart immediate began to race and she paled. "What do you want?"

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"Just suddenly couldnt think of anyone else?" he said shrugging his
shoulders with a slight stiffness in his voice. If she had no recollection as to where it came from he had a sticky suspision as to who may have been behind it. He stepped forward. "And what of Apollo
now?" There was a gravel to his voice as if it hurt to ask her that
question.

She nodded slowly, looking at the glass between her hands on the counter.  This was going to go just as badly as the last time!  She didn't want to be hurt again!  She didn't want him to hurt her again.  She still loved him, damn it!
 
"He wants to protect me.  He wants...me."  She was answering the questions as they were asked, not sure any sort of declaration of her emotions might help.  And she was afraid to look at him, but she was tensed to get struck again.

"He cant have you," he spoke possessively yet with a softness. The
more he heard the more it pissed him off. "And you. Do you want his
affections?" would he let her go: no. He was attached now
unfortunately.


She lifted her face to peer at him through the strands of her hair.  "Why are you asking me that?"  Her voice was breathy, hitching a little.  "I love you.  It was always you."

He crossed his arms holding her gaze. He was so hypocritical. Take
what he wanted but didnt give the same privlidges. He could do as he
wished, but his wildly jealous nature would not let her do the same.
"But you let him fuck you..." Now that damned sun god was involved.

This was becoming a circular argument and her nerves couldn't take it.  She huffed with an angry swipe of her hand under her eyes then made to storm out of the kitchen.  Unfortunately it would take her right past him.

He reached to grab her arm, not clamping down forcefully but keeping
her still. Giving her a choice wasnt an option but this was cracking
him a little inside. "I want you," he whispered--this time with no
spite or malice, just what he could give her.

She tensed when he caught her but what he said stopped her dead in her tracks.  Her lips parted in shock as she looked at him.  Yes, she did just hear that.  The first thing that wanted to come out her mouth was what but she realized how ridiculous that was so she went with the next word.  "...really?"

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His arm encased her waist, lips pressing further against her neck. He pulled her hair back slowly, taunting her, sliding a hand down her shoulder, over the curves of her chest and pressing her softly against him. He whispered Russian into her ear, his calmness acting like a spell over her now.