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Possession	By : insanico Category: M through R > Percy Jackson & the Olympians Views: 8167 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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I woke up slowly, rolling around in the bed to find the cool spots. Trying to cling to sleep even though my dreams were... haunting, to say the least. What a weird subconscious I have! As if some ridiculously attractive guy would sit down at my table, then proceed to tell me he was a god. I mean, he was pretty statuesque. But come on. This is me we're talking about.
That wasn't even the strangest part, though. I recall the feeling of... cold. It was so dense. And then we moved through it, like the darkness was a tangible thing. Traveling through shadow? Please. That shit doesn't happen in real life.
It occurred to me how strange it was that I actually remembered the entire dream. That hardly ever happens.
Finally reaching full wakefulness, I stretched out on my bed. I loved the feeling of cool silk on my skin.
Silk... the fuck?
My eyes flew open.
"Where the fuck am I?" I bolted out of the bed and took in my surroundings. I was in a huge studio apartment, it seemed. None of the lights were on, but the glow of the moon through the windows cast strange shadows throughout the space. Actually, there were shadows where there really shouldn't be...
"Hello, Joana."
Let me just lay this out.
Nico di Angelo has a very sexy way about him. He was tall, probably around 6'2". I could tell he had muscle, but not too much. His bulk suited his body perfectly. His jawline was strong and angular, perfectly proportioned with his face. Nico's lips were shapely, but thin, and at that moment just slightly upturned. His hair was as black as ink, and fell shaggily onto his forehead and shoulders. His eyes were a lovely brown color, like mahogany or chocolate, and held a depth within them I had never seen before. They held me captive, lent me stillness. If Medusa's eyes were anything like Nico's, I could understand why they could petrify. His skin was almost the color of caramel. He looked so Italian, which I should have gathered from his name alone, I suppose. His voice was just... rich. Not deep, necessarily, but low, with these really unique cadences to it. It was compelling. Pair the voice with those eyes of his and you'll never want to converse with anyone else.
But anyway, despite his dashing qualities, I was still scared shitless when he appeared out of the darkness. He didn't step out of it or anything, he just was sitting down, reading my copy of The Count of Monte Cristo. How could he even see the letters on the pages? It had been so dark before. It was as if he had control of the shadows...
It was this realization that led to my understanding that what had occurred in my dream had actually happened. This was all real. A god had joined me at my table, yelled at me, and then abducted me by carrying me through shadow after I fainted. I don't know why, but I knew that this was the truth. Perhaps that's why I always felt more comfortable reading fantastical books, because this shit actually exists. Suddenly I found my heart was racing, my blood pumping in my ears.
My mind was going a hundred miles a second, strings of questions forming on my lips. So of course I blurted out, "This isn't Olympus, is it?"
The immortal tensed up in his seat, and I thought for a moment that I would be berated again for being so forward. But Nico surprised me again by throwing his head back and laughing. His laughs were huge! Loud barks of amusement that eventually dissolved into deep, pleasant chuckles that shook his shoulders. After my mortified embarrassment receded somewhat, I couldn't help but smile a bit at his reaction. I think making Nico laugh will always be one of my favorite hobbies.
Finally, when my face was probably good and flushed, Nico closed my book and set it down. Sitting forward with his elbows resting on his knees, he raised his eyes to mine.
"Joana, you are even more delightful than I thought."
I think I came a little.
"You say that like you know me or something," I mumble, shifting my weight from left to right, waiting form him to actually answer my question.
"No, we're not in Olympus. This is my apartment. We're still in Manhattan."
"Why would you have an apartment here?"
"I found it pointless to give it up when I, ah... shook the mortal coil, as it were," he said with a smirk.
Gods referencing Hamlet, who knew? I was pondering Nico's origins when he pulled me from my musings.
"You're taking this awfully well, you know. I was expecting you to storm around, demanding your release and muttering obscenities at me."
"Well I guess you don't know me as well as you'd like to think. Why have you been stalking me, anyway?"
This was a question that had permeated my thoughts since I realized he had abducted me. Why the hell would he bring ME back to his swanky studio apartment? I mean, I like myself and everything, but Nico is on a completely different level than I am. Even if he weren't a freaking god, he'd still be way out of my league. So why would he stalk a pudgy girl from Iowa like me? New York was teeming with beautiful women. It just didn't add up.
I was picking at my hair, twirling a piece of it around my fingers as I always did when I was nervous, when he grabbed my hands. I hadn't even heard him move.
"Look at me, Joana," he demanded gruffly. I tilted my head back and met his gaze.
"You have plagued my thoughts since I first read your name. I followed you because you are eloquent, graceful, intelligent and utterly captivating. I could have left you alone, simply stalking you through shadow until your death, until that first night you dreamt of me."
"D-Dreamt?"
His eyes got a cruel tint.
"Oh yes, Jo. You may not remember you dreams in wakefulness, but I can follow your dreamscape like you can read a novel. You should have seen the things your subconscious wanted me to do to you. I cannot wait to bring your fantasies to fruition, my little mortal."
As he told me all this, he backed me up until I was reclined onto what I assumed was a couch. By the time I was seated, his voice was a low murmur, swept to my ears in a breath. The soft, cold planes of his body were pressed against my own feverishly warm curves.
I think I was salivating.
"How long do you plan on holding me here, Nico?" I demanded quietly. His right hand slid up my arm, grazed my neck softly and then buried itself in my hair.
Then there was pain.
"I don't think you're quite understanding yet, Joana. You are MINE. You are named for me. Your body responds to me in ways you probably aren't even aware of. You have submitted to me in your dreams, and you will submit to me now, girl. You're body, mind and soul will all be mine to plunder and do with as I so choose. I could claim your life any moment and it wouldn't matter. I would meet you in the Underworld and your torment would be mine to give."
His last sentence was punctuated with another tight squeeze of my hair before he loosened his fist. My scalp was tingling with pain. While he was talking the room had grown so dark I couldn't even see his eyes.
"Okay, Nico," I breathed, then waited in silence. I knew he had calmed down when a few minutes later, I felt his breath near my collar bone. His cool lips left a phantom trail up to my mouth. And then he claimed my lips.
I have been kissed many times in the course my life. I've made out with boys for hours on end. Granted, it's been about three years since anything like that had happened for me. Since the beginning of my senior year of high school, actually. But nothing could have possibly prepared me for making out with a god.
Nico di Angelo's kisses were fucking intoxicating. He plundered my mouth with force and purpose. I can usually give as good as I get while making out, but fuck if I could keep up with his demanding lips and tongue. I was helpless to his lust, riding the tide of his kiss with gasps and moans. Then he found my lower lip with his teeth, and my own lust was jumpstarted. My hands wound under his arms and around his shoulders, nails digging in for the long haul. His left arm held me closer to him, and his right hand fisted my hair again, pulling gently. He bit my lip once more and I moaned deeply. I don't know how long we remained in the haze of that first kiss.
Eventually, one of his legs nudged itself between mine, and I was helpless to resist as he settled himself between my legs and ground into me slowly. My vagina clenched with need as he set an excruciating rhythm. A short time later his mouth left mine and a whine escaped me. He chuckled darkly, then proceeded to attack my neck. He nipped and sucked and licked and kissed, his cool breath coming out in pants against the damp skin and making me shiver.
As he assaulted my neck and found the spot beneath my ear that I was hopeless to resist moaning at, his fingers deftly unbuttoned my shirt and pulled it down my arms behind me. Then he unsnapped my bra and ripped it off.
It was at his moment, with Nico's body flush against mine, his hands inching toward my bare breasts, that all of my insecurities flooded back to the forefront of my mind. He must have felt me tense up, because he heaved a great sigh and sat back on his haunches.
"Joana?"
"Please, I'm sorry, I just... I'm not... perfect, like-"
"Shut your mouth, Jo," he interrupted. My jaw dropped and I crossed my arms over my chest. I could have sworn I heard a growl in his throat before he crawled back up my body, his head and hands stopping near my navel. Whenever he paused in his next speech, he would ascend with a kiss toward my breasts.
"You are the most captivating, mouthwatering, boner-inducing woman I have ever touched. You do not see yourself as I do. I've watched you bring yourself to completion when you're alone in your room, Joana. You are as sexual a being as Aphrodite, and your skin is absolutely fucking delicious. Now shut the fuck up and let me worship your tits."
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