Camp Half-Blood/Continue to Stare at Elene
From Create Your Own Story
You stay where you are and continue to stare. Still, if it were possible, something draws your attention from Elene's glorious form on the water. To a pair of crimson eyes in the bushes next to her. You've barely registered the presence before the thing leaps. A black hound flies through the air towards the stream; and faster than you thought possible, you raise and hurl your spear.
The weapon embeds itself in the creature's neck, halting it's momentum. A few seconds later, and all that's left is your spear and golden dust.
Elene stares in shock at the glowing pile that was about to kill her; you can hear her mutter something under her breath. 'Hellhound.' You wonder if you should take this opportunity to run before she notices your spying.
You decide to remain; Elene's eye looks to the spear that saved her life. Her eyes calculate the angle of the thrower for it to strike the Hellhound in that specific area; then she looks at you.
'Don't worry, come down.'
You wonder again whether or not you should scram. Still, too late now; you take a few slow steps down to her level, trying to hide your erection. She notices it and places a hand to cover her groin, managing an impossible amount of dignity for someone standing stark naked. Thoughts flow through your head; she's completely exposed here, with no way to defend herself. Even if she fought, she couldn't hold you back.
You will your eyes to come from her still submerged breasts to her eyes. And so you stutter.
'It... it was nothing... really...'
She glances down at your erection, and smiles. Smiles! Of everything she could do; scream, turn away, run off, call you a creep, a smile wasn't what you expected. Or if you did, you expected it to be a 'what color is your ribcage? I'm curious' smile. No, this was a smile with a touch of awkward, a touch of arousal, and a touch of, well, smiles.
'Listen... about the Hellhound... I'm not going to ask why you were keeping an eye on me, though I have some ideas...' There's that smile again. The smile that has no right to exist. 'Look, thanks. And... well... if there's a way I can show my appreciation...'
You can't believe what she's suggesting. If you're either too much of a gentleman, or too afraid, you can make your excuses and leave.
Your erection is now your mind; you give a brief nod. She takes a cautious step out of the water and towards you, until she's standing directly in front of you. Her hands pull off your shirt, before getting to work on your trousers, leaving you bare as the day you were born. Her lips lock with yours, and you push her tongue out of the way to explore her mouth. Your urges overtake you; what do you do?
