A/N

This one goes out to weirdhead, who prompted me to write something different.

I've started this collection for Perlypso, obviously. Why, you ask? Why not a single one-shot?

Well, I start these collections because I see potential in these ships. Perlia? check. Preyna? check. Pertemis? check. PerZoe? check. Perlypso? check.

Anyway, weirdhead - the user - suggested a fem!percy returns to Ogygia one-shot, so why not? Start the collection off a bit different.

cheers,

combatwombat14

Enjoy!

Calypso was, for a lack of a better word, depressed.

The dark of the night enveloped the beach she sat on, but her moonlace were blooming under the bright glow of the full moon.

She sat, knees curled up into her chest, head resting on them, staring into the distance. Into the sea.

She couldn't see it, but she heard the waves crash into the shore, a repetitive pattern that used to bring her comfort.

She could smell the honey-like scent that she'd become so familiar with, handling that moonlace all the time. It didn't bring her any joy like it used to.

Now, all it did was remind Calypso of the last hero – or rather, heroine – that had washed up on her island, whose scent was somehow the exact same - the sweet scent of honey mingled with the scent of the sea.

Persephone Jackson.

Calypso hadn't thought she was attracted to women, but that damned Daughter of Poseidon just had to come into her life, perfect as she was, and act so cute around her.

A pair of beautiful, sea-green eyes, the colour of the Aegean she'd seen so long ago; long, flowing dark hair which fluttered all around the place in the wind; the cute face she'd make when it was all scrunched up as she tried to blow the hair out of the way.

Gods, Calypso was hooked.

The nymph had never had a heroine on her island before, only having met male heroes before. Her shyness and awkwardness, which at the same time contradicted her fierceness and recklessness, was horribly endearing to Calypso.

She still remembered both of them crying, hugging each other while the raft sat there, on the shores of Ogygia, a constant reminder that the Daughter of Poseidon had to leave.

Calypso remembered when Persephone had finally left, and the Nymph had closed her eyes, not wanting to see her go.

(The taste of honey lingered on her lips for days.)

The Daughter of Atlas couldn't deny she was a mess.

She'd spent months after their encounter (or Calypso thought they were months. Time was difficult on Ogygia, after all) failing to sleep, tossing back and forth thinking about the Daughter of Poseidon. Even when she managed to fall asleep, her dreams took over, playing out fantasies that she'd banish from her mind when she was gardening.

(On more than one occasion, Calypso had to... relieve herself of her building excitement. Okay, she wanked to that damned Daughter of Poseidon. Persephone was hot.)

Calypso sighed loudly, lying down, feeling the rough, coarse texture of the sand below her dig into her back, but she didn't care. The Nymph closed her eyes, but as soon as she did thoughts of Persephone racked her brain. Very impure thoughts, too.

She bit her lip, squirming a bit, pressing her thighs tightly together, simultaeneously trying to rid herself of her arousal and trying to relieve herself of that damned wetness between her thighs.

Distracted, she failed to notice the waves churning, and the raft that appeared on the shores of Ogygia.

"Wow, Callie. I hope you're squirming because of me, because it would hurt my feelings if you decided to hook up with someone right after I left."

The Nymph shot up in surprise at hearing the voice – there was no way it was who she thought it was-

It was.

Persephone Jackson had returned to Ogygia.

Calypso remembered what she'd been doing, and blushed heavily as Persephone stared at her intensely, a cheeky smile playing on her lips.

The immortal nymph just huffed and turned around, crossing her arms. She really wanted to run into her arms right now, but she wouldn't let that insufferable Daughter of Poseidon do whatever she wanted.

Persephone just rolled her eyes, and smiled.

"I missed you."

Calypso, in an instant, was before Persephone and smashed her lips hungrily on hers, wrapping her arms as tight as she could around the Daughter of Poseidon's waist. Persephone stumbled in shock for a second before returning the kiss just as passionately.

They parted, panting – regrettably, they did need to breathe.

Before Calypso could say a word, the Daughter of Poseidon smiled and leaned in, touching her forehead on the nymph's, her hot breath visible in the cold, cold night.

"You smell good, Callie," she murmured. "Moonlace. Honey. Yourself."

Calypso blushed, but two could play at that game. "And you look good, Seph. Still got those curves, I see. Nice ass."

Persephone scrunched up her face, but a blush was still visible on her face. Calypso laughed, but was silenced by another kiss from her lover. The Daughter of Poseidon gnawed on the nymph's lower lip, eliciting a whine from her, and the Persephone smirked, before whispering his her lover's ear.

"It's still night, Callie. We've got time."

Calypso's breath hitched, before she responded with another sly smile of hers.

"For what, dear Seph?"

Persephone laughed, before her gaze turned to Calypso, intense and eyes darkened with lust.

"My, Callie, I certainly know what you smell like," the sea-spawn took a whiff of Calypso's scent, burying herself in the crook of her neck. Persephone kissed up her exposed neck, before nibbling her earlobe and whispering huskily in Calypso's ear.

"I want to know what you taste like, love."

Calypso felt a shudder go down her spine, but it wasn't like she was in any place to refuse.

She smiled, and dragged Persephone towards her chambers.

She just hoped her servants, invisible as they were, wouldn't be too disturbed by what was about to happen.

Fin.