Medusa groaned as she sat up in bed, her head pounding from the previous night's festivities. She ran a hand through her snake-like hair, wincing as the snakes hissed and coiled in protest. She glanced over at the figure lying next to her and frowned. Poseidon, the god of the sea, was sprawled out on her bed, completely naked and snoring lightly.
Medusa's eyes widened in shock and disgust as she took in the sight of him. How had he even gotten into her chambers? She didn't remember inviting him in, let alone sleeping with him. She groaned and swung her legs over the side of the bed, stomping over to Poseidon and shaking him awake.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded, crossing her arms over her chest.
Poseidon rubbed the sleep from his eyes and smiled lazily at Medusa. "Well, I thought we could have a little fun together," he said, waggling his eyebrows.
Medusa's eyes flashed with anger. "Fun? You think what we did was fun?" she asked, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
Poseidon chuckled and sat up, leaning against the headboard. "Oh, come on, Medusa. You seemed to enjoy it. I can name three instances right now," he said, smirking at her.
Medusa rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Name them," she said through gritted teeth.
Poseidon grinned and started to list off times during the night where he thought Medusa was enjoying herself. Medusa rolled her eyes and sighed at each one, growing more and more annoyed.
"You're delusional if you think I enjoyed that," Medusa said, shaking her head.
Poseidon shrugged and got out of bed, starting to get dressed. "Well, it's a shame. I thought we had a good time," he said, winking at Medusa.
Medusa snorted and turned away from him. "Just get out," she repeated.
Poseidon laughed and walked over to Medusa, placing a hand on her shoulder. She tensed up and glared at him.
"You know, you're not as cold and heartless as everyone says you are," Poseidon said, winking at Medusa.
Medusa rolled her eyes and shrugged off his hand. "Just get out," she said, her voice clipped.
Poseidon chuckled and headed for the door, giving Medusa one last wink before leaving her chambers. Medusa sighed and fell back onto her bed, already regretting the previous night's events. She couldn't believe she had let Poseidon, of all gods, into her chambers and into her bed. She was stronger and more controlling than that.
She groaned and sat up, determined to wash the memory of Poseidon's touch off of her. She would show him that she was not someone to be trifled with, and that she was not as weak as he thought. She would show all of the gods that she was a force to be reckoned with.
Medusa stood up and walked towards the bathing chamber, her head held high. She would show them all.
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