DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN ANY CHRACTERS OF RICK RIORDANS. I AM ONLY WRITING A SMALL FIC OF THEM. YADA YADA YADA. THANKS FOR READING.
I outstretched my arms. I expected them to land on Percy's warm chest but, they only found empty sheets. I opened my eyes to see sunlight come through the apartment's blinds. Finally, the smell of chocolate chip pancakes wafted into the bedroom. I lazily swung my legs over to the side of the bed and my feet hit the cold hardwood floor. I shivered as my bare chest was hit by a smooth chilly breeze. Percy had left the window open again, "accidentally."
I shuffled down the hallway in my grey boxers. When I sat on the barstools in the kitchen, Percy turned around and placed a plate with blue pancakes on them in front of me. I grabbed the syrup and drowned the flat food.
"How'd you sleep, Cutie?" I glared at him as he smirked.
"I am not cute. I am death. Fear me." He grinned wider at my comment.
"Looks like someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." I glared yet again.
"I woke up in a cold bed!" I answered. My mouth was then filled with blue pancakes. He laughed and leaned over the counter to kiss my chocolate chip covered lips.
"I made you breakfast, di Angelo." I rolled my eyes as I finished my plate. Percy filled up his plate and sat on the stool next to me. He wrapped his arms around my waist and kissed my cheek.
"I wuv you, Neeks." When we both finished, Percy picked up the dishes and started to wash them.
"So," I said," What are we doing today?" Percy didn't look over.
"I don't know." I went and sat on the couch now wearing a thin gray t-shirt and my boxers. I picked up The Christmas Carol, and opened up to where I left off. Percy came and plucked the book out of my grasp.
"Charles Dickens, eh?" I shrugged and took the book back. "Yeah. It's a classic." Percy came and sat next to me, snuggling his head into the crook of my neck. His soft snores were so adorable. I kissed his forhead. Looks like today was going to be a lazy day.