Disclaimer: PJO / HOO belongs to Rick Riordan. Fablehaven belongs to Brandon Mull. The only mine is the plot of the story.
N/A: English is not my native language. I apologize in advance. Hope you like it enough to comment. And yes, I know this is probably cheesy.
Warnings: Grammatical errors. Established relationship. Post-Book (no spoilers). Slash. OOC.
Lovely Hands
It is an almost unconscious and spontaneous act. Nico even after what would already five years since they met, since the beginning of this relationship (the first, reflects, and is breathing deeply, a difficulty almost impossible to describe), Seth's fingers intertwined with yours again.
Seth is sleeping next to him, eyes closed and quiet breathing. Nico knows too much and may be faking. Because that's Seth (soft, gentle, sweet) but try to hide it, either by penalty (which firmly believes that Nico has not, because Seth is the definition of the word shamelessness).
The heat of his palm extends his, Seth tightens his hand to Nico.
He does not speak, or open his eyes, but Nico not can shun his face. I contemplated extending his free hand, pushing a few strands of her chocolate hair, caressing with his fingertips the warm cheek.
Seth shudders, I half opening his eyes a little.
"It's not fair" he mutters, closing the narrow gap that separates the two, burying her face in his shoulder, hugging him. "I thought you had another nightmare"
The heat of their entangled legs, sends tickles every inch of his skin.
Nico wants to laugh, but it's hard. Seth's breathing is hitting his chest (which is not the first time) bathing him with its warmth. Being the only coherent thought in your mind that's four in the morning and both have to go to work, apart, of course to make adequate preparations: hidden crossbows, magic potions, poison darts, sharpening swords, and programming the route to take today, using ghosts of children and some of the small dark servants of Seth as informants.
After all he was still a demigod. Nico di Angelo, son of Hades. While Seth was a Knight of Dawn, Shadow Chamber. And the monsters and creatures for good or bad luck are eternal, and they swim can do except survive.
"Today I will not go to work"
Nico's eyes pop with that simple statement, looking down, Seth departs somewhat from his chest, by return his gaze. His lips are firmly tightened, and his intentions are evident around her waist with one arm, drawing him more.
In these circumstances Nico would argue that they no longer have fifteen or sixteen, but twenty three. They have responsibilities to fulfill. However, even before the outbreak typical speech of his lips, Seth already halfway to kiss him, stopping only a few seconds before, and whispered with a smile:
"Happy Anniversary"
Five and a half years. Lips are soft, arms around the entire width of his shoulders to fit your body size, sheltering; lost fingers in her hair, similar to the plumage of a crow, and the slight but charming shaking hands is all the incentive they need to send Nico all to hell.
"At least for today" he thinks, squeezing the hand of Seth.
N/A: I have a one-shot of these two, longer, but I felt the need to write and publish this drabble. I love both characters, and I think they complement perfectly both as friends, companions and lovers.