My day does not go as expected. It starts out fairly routine, with sunday cooking, cleaning and laundry. About midway through preparing my pot roast I realize I am short a few ingredients and need to make a trip to grocery store. Of course, easily distracted, I find myself in aisle 4 trying to grab a box of honey bunches of oats on the top shelf. After trying, failing, and nearly giving up, a large hand reaches up and grabs the box for me. "Oh," I say surprised, turning to face the body that the hand belonged to. "Thank you so m-" My words catch in my throat as I lock eyes with a very familiar face. My surprised expression is mirrored back at me. "Annabeth.." He says my name like he never expected to say it again. His voice is soft and while it doesn't hold disgust, there is no pleasure either.

"Percy. Hi." A silent moment, a very awkward moment, passes before he hands me the box of cereal. I laugh loosely and take it from him. Though I know it's only a few seconds, I could swear that hours have passed in the time it takes either of us to digest that this is actually happening. When I was in highschool, I dreamed of this moment. I would fantasize about looking into the pool of sea green that are currently boring holes into my skin. Suddenly I feel very exposed in a tube top and leggings. I can tell by the appreciation in his eyes that he likes how much of my body he can see. I shuffle awkwardly and nearly tip over, he reaches out to stabilize me but I gasp and shrink away from his touch. He moves his hand gingerly with concern in his eyes. "I'm sorry, does it still hurt?" I nod shyly, avoiding eye contact. I can still feel the heat of his hand on my shoulder. "Hey," he says just softly enough for me to hear him, "look at me." I know I should be able to resist but I can't help but do as I'm told. I peer into the eyes that made me fall in love all those years ago, and I already know I'm in trouble.

He reaches his hand out slowly, as if I am rabid and will bite him. Instead I bite I my lip and I shake my head softly. "Please don't." He doesn't look happy that I don't want him to touch me but he retracts his hand nonetheless. Finally, he shakes off the tension between us. "You look great. How have you been?" My mind is screaming at me to tell him it's none of his business and to high tail out of there, but I hear my mouth saying that I'm great and reciprocating the pleasantry. "I'm doing really well," he responds "I just became a one hundred percent certified marine biologist. I suppose I'll finally be able to pay off all of those student loans." A dry chuckle escapes him but still his smile lines crinkle and I can't help but smile back at him. "I actually got into NYU. I started on my degree." "Hold that thought," he interrupts. "Let me take you to lunch, let's catch up. Like right now?" I look around, suddenly aware that we are just standing in the middle of an aisle. "I don't know.. I was kind of in the middle of something." He pouts and sways like a child. "Please, I really, really want to buy you lunch." I roll my eyes, not missing the flash in his that sends a wave through my body. "Okay." I give in. I hope he doesn't realize how much of a squeak it is.

I look into my cart and sigh at how little of what I need I have picked up. We chit chat about how crowded NYU has gotten, about the small changes made to the area in the time that I have been gone, and about major events over the past three years. He doesn't mention how reserved I am being and I am glad for it because then I would have to explain the lengths that I went to get over him and how cruel of a joke the universe is playing on me now.

As we get to the self checkout and he tells me about some drama or the other happening at the aqurium I can't help but open up to him. When bears his crooked grin, or pauses mid scan to use his hands to convey his point, I'm just hit with memories about why I fell so hard in love with him. I have a love hate relationship with the way he makes me feel. I flourish in his presence, I feel like he is all the food, water and air I need. But when he's gone? It's like I'm withering away. I hated every second that I would fall to pieces without him there, but cherished every moment that he would put me back together.

My mind takes me back to the night on the rooftop when I said goodbye to New York. I think about having his arms wrapped around me and my head on his chest while overlooking the entire city. In that moment, all of the noise of my life faded away and it was just he and I. We were small and fragile. I was a speck in the universe, seeing all of the life below me and suddenly I felt like one of many, no longer the main character in my story, but a character in a story that never ends. I remember the way he spoke to me, kissed me, touched me, and later that night.. loved me. A rush floods over my body as long subdued memories begin to berate me. Percy's voices reels me back to reality. I shake away my intrusive thoughts and look up at him. "Are you even listening to me?" he asks jokingly. "Yeah.." I say softly. "I am.. I just.. spaced for a second." He squints at me and then makes a face like he is sad. I feel bad because he was very passionate in his retelling of events so I try to bounce off of the last thing I heard.

"So the fish? Was it okay?" He laughs and I realize that he is reaching for his wallet. Quick as lightning I reach for mine and pay, knowing that if I give him the chance he won't let me. "Nooo," he chuckles, "What were you thinking about?" There's a fire in my cheeks as I mumble "nothing". He pokes me and I jump, startled, but this only makes him laugh and he apologizes albeit not sincerely.

"If I'm going to be forced to eat with you can I at least go home and change?" For the second time his eyes trail over my body and lust creeps into them. I feel very vulnerable standing in front of him scantily clad in sheer and tight fabric. My breasts stand out especially, with my lack of a bra and my tights are stretched over my hips, making my figure clear as day. I cross my arm over my breast in attempt to avert his attention.

"Why? You look.." he licks his lips. "Great." By great I know he means sexy. I blow my bangs out of my eye defiantly and stand a bit straighter. "There's a place I want to go and I refuse to go like this." He smirks maliciously and takes a step closer to me. I take a much smaller step back. "You refuse? That's not like you." My eyes widen at the suggestion in his tone and I look at him quizzically. He laughs it off and says he's only joking. I stare at him, nothing sensical to say in return. After a moment of charged silence I tell him to follow me to my place. He nods, almost triumphantly and then proceeds with his story while he walks me to my car.

Like school children our hands occasionally brush, and I have to try harder than I'm willing admit not to hold his.

In my car, I have to stop and take a moment to think. I have been thinking a lot, against my will, but now that I want to fully explore my emotions, there are all passing me too quickly to understand. If I were still sixteen, I would be squealing and going home to change into something sexy, and to nair, or anything else I could think of to make myself ready for him. Except, I'm nearly twenty now. I have a job, a life, bills, homework.. suddenly I understand why Percy was never really focused on me. Between being an adult and trying to create a life for himself he didn't' have time for a child.

As I turn into my driveway I wonder if I am making a huge mistake. The devil puts people back in you life to see if you are still stupid. Considering that Percy is currently tailing me, I'd say I might be. I park, turn my car off and take a deep breath. I try to keep my emotions off of my face but I have never been particularly good at that. Percy whistles appreciatively at my house, and nods his head in approval. I roll my eyes again. Simultaneously just really wanting to, and loving how much it annoys him. "Nice place. This must be a fortune." I turn the key in the lock. "No, my roommate owns the place, but he is he hardly here. He pays all the big bills." Percy looks around, taking in the space. He sits gingerly on my couch. "He? Your roommate is a man?" My back is turned to him so I send a sly smile over my shoulders. "Jealous."

"No," He says airly. "Never. No reason to be." I look around my home, off put by the random messes. It's fairly neat, save a few a few papers that are strewn about. Plants are placed decoratively on tables and shelves. I'm very proud to call this home. My cream walls are accented with blue painting of the ocean and light blue couches. The glass doors and marble tops give the space a light and classic feeling. Somehow, it feels a bit more like home with Percy placed against the backdrop.

I roll my eyes at his response, even though he can't see it. I tell him that I am going to get changed and retreat to my bedroom. My heart pounds while I feel his eyes watching me walk away. The burn in my stomach is persistent. My mind begs me to retreat, to keep myself safe from yet another heartbreak, but my body and mind seem to be moving entirely in their own. Inside my room, despite my calm exterior, I can't help but see our past everytime I blink. The bad memories hurt, but they good ones hurt more.

Picking a dress wasn't a challenge. I take a favorite of mine off the rack. I slip into it, look at myself in the mirror and sigh. My peachy skin glints back at me, grey eyes and blonde hair glistening, and glossed heart shaped lips beg for attention. I feel pretty, beautiful even, but entirely naive. I weave my hair into a loose braid, and reach for my highlighter when a knock on the door pauses me. "Are you decent?" Percy asks, his voice muffled by they door. I call out that I am and he enters shyly.

First he looks at my room with an amused smile, probably at the fact that everything inside if it is either light grey or white. He must remember that they are my favorite colors. Then, he looks at me and gives me a once over. I see the approval in his eyes and almost blush when I remember how I found out how much he loves me in blue. A smile graces both of our lips. Percy comes to stand behind me, and I look at us in the mirror. We always did look amazing together. He lets a finger linger over my exposed shoulder and I flinch not only at his touch but at the charged silence between us. Rather than look at him I study my dress. An over the shoulder cut compliments my collar bones and the artic blue pops beautifully off my skin. The red and purple flowers adorning it are the perfect splashes of color, and they don't clash with my dark hair and light skin. The flow of the dress accentuates my curves but doesn't exxergarate them. I admit that I chose this dress because it highlights everything that Percy has made clear he likes about me.

His stare is approving. It doesn't much change the doubt in my mind. In fact, it enforces it. "Percy?" I prompt softly.

"Yeah?" His voice is a whisper and there is pause while I decide if I even want an answer to what I'm about to ask. "Why are you here? After everything.. why did you say hello to me? Why did you want to be here? To take me to lunch?" For the first time today I hold eye contact with him.

He looks away from my questioning gaze, and for a heartbreaking moment every awful thing he has ever said rushes into me. His large hand lands on my shoulder and the burning flares up but I try to ignore it. "I'm sorry."

His response takes me by surprise. "Sorry?" I furrow my brows. "I was such a dick back then. I was nineteen, self-absorbed, I didn't know what I wanted. I know that I acted childishly. It's not much of an excuse, but it's the truth. I saw you today and immediately I thought that this could be my chance to make things right." Make things right? Little do you know, the walls around my heart are there because of you. "I should have treated you better, You're here now, and I'm willing to work to have a relationship with you. Platonic, or.. more. If you'll give me a chance, let me show you that I have changed."

The hand on my shoulder turns me around to face him. Out of habit I look down, but his fingers press my chin upwards so that I must look at him. "You're crazy," he whispers, " funny, intelligent, gorgeous, quirky.. I have not and will not ever find another girl like you. Could you forgive me?"

I can't and I know I can't, but he is so close and the tension between us thick enough to cut with a knife. My heart dares me to say yes and to kiss him like I will die tomorrow, but his cruelty rings in my mind. "Annabeth…" Hesitantly, and maybe regretfully, I nod. Percy's thumb runs along cheek, the travels down to bristle over my lips. I feel electricity down my spine. "Please let me kiss you." Against my better judgement I raise my face to meet his, allowing him to press his lips against mine. His kiss asks for nothing, hints at nothing. It is sweet and timid, as if I will break when he pulls away.

All too soon I miss the sense of wholeness that I get when he is close to me. This feeling is nostalgic, something that I loved more than anything else, but loathed with a strict passion. A feeling like my entire world is in black and white. Like every moment that I am not with him is simply leading to the moment I am. It's all coming back and it's almost too much but then his lips are on mine, and the world fades again. A fire consumes me. My lips and shoulders burn but I genuinely don't care. This kiss is rough and demanding, he tells me everything in this kiss. I can hear by the way his lips move against mine that he wants me, that he's missed me, that he wants to fuck me. I'm working on autopilot as I grab at his clothes, stark in contrast to the way that my fists had been balled by my sides. Clutching the soft fabric I pull his body closer to mine and everywhere that our skin connects I feel the heat we are creating more intensely. I feel the fire in my limbs subsiding, my mind and my heart both thinking that they no longer need to push him away. I suppose in the chaos of this moment, neither are thinking clearly.

The pain dulls but pleasure is left in its wake which is equally breathtaking. He pulls away from me, the both of us left catching our breaths. There is yet another moment of electric silence as our lips linger. The hand that was cupping my cheek retires to ruffle my bangs back into place. He gives me a quick and silly peck. "Let's go eat."

We take my car to Little Italy, a cute hole-in-the-wall restaurant with mozzarella sticks that I would die for. I choose this restaurant because I remember Percy's very specific tastes in food. The restaurant isn't full this time of day so we are seated quickly. We order our drinks and this time when the small talk ensues, my head is present.

"Why did you move back to New York?" Percy inquires. "Well," I start, "I fell in love with it when I was first here. When we left, I told everyone I would come back, and no one believed that I could, so I did." I shrug and sip my strawberry lemonade. He grins at me. "Just like that?" "Just like that." We share a smile. "And you're not having a hard time?" He inquires.

I swallow my drink and nod. "I'm doing okay. My roommate makes life crazy easy for me and make good money. College is a breeze, and I get to see Piper again, so everything is great."

"Piper.." He muses as the name rings a bell.

"Piper, she used to be your best friend right?"

"Yes. We are still best friends. I'm actually going to pick her up later tonight from Long Island." He nods .

"I should meet her." I nearly choke on my lemonade, much to his amusement.

"Why? I say, bemused. "Why would you do that?"

"Why not?" He says this nonchalantly but I don't exactly have to rack my brain for answer.

"You came to my house to get me for a picnic and you were literally afraid to knock on my door, because God forbid anyone but me answered the door." He laughs although I don't find it very funny.

"I was nineteen!" Percy exclaims halfway between exasperated and amused. He sees though that I am, however, not finding anything funny and his voice softens. "And you were sixteen. I was only four months shy of turning twenty. I didn't think it was a good idea for your family to know about me." As much as I wish I could be angry, I knew he was right. Nothing about our relationship had been conventional. Even still I say "right" dismissively. He reaches over to cover my hand with his and I fight the urge to remove it.

"And you would like to do that by meeting Piper?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Yes, things can be different now." Now I'm fighting the urge to roll my eyes. "Meeting Piper is a start. Let me come with you to the island, I'll even drive. Buy you guys dinner.. win her over." He wiggles his eyebrows in suggestion.

"Surprising Piper is never a good idea. Besides, I don't know Percy, about tonight I mean, maybe another time." I can tell he is disappointed. My heart softens at the way that his face falls. "How about this." I begin to bargain. "I will pick her up and then if you are both up for it, you can come over for drinks?" He smiles at me like this is a good compromise.

"We'll probably be high." I warn him with a smile. He nods sadly because he obviously can't join us.

A minute or so later my plate of mozzarella sticks arrive, and my smile widens ridiculously. "I don't understand your obsession with fried cheese." With a mozzarella stick an inch from my mouth I correct him. "Breaded aged and fried mozzarella." I stare appreciatively at the fourteen sticks in front of me. The first bite of the one in my hand is glorious.

"They're just really amazing." I offer him one. "Try one, it can't hurt." He nods, albeit hesitantly. As soon as he consents I shove my half bitten stick in his mouth and laugh as he guffaws. He chews and his face contorts to you one pleasant surprise. I raise my eyebrows silently asking him how it tastes. He swallows dramatically and proclaims- " It's actually pretty good." He reaches for another and I swiftly smack his hand. "Get your own!" He pouts. "Really?" "No", I say cheekily, "You can have one."

We share a smile that makes me blush as he eats another.

Piper is just as gorgeous as the day I met her. Her tanned skin glows under the moonlight, her hair is intricately done, and her athletic body is clad in a leather jacket over plaid, ripped jeans and combat boots. She runs to meet me in and I accept her into a warm embrace. Pipers touch never elicits any pain. Not only am I already used to her touch but she respects my boundaries completely. The burning sensation I feel when touched is all in my head, rooted in depressing shit from my childhood, but I digress. As long as I am comfortable and aware that I will be touched, I am fine. Having known Piper since I was fifteen, I've gotten quite used to her.

When I first met Pipes, I'll admit, I thought she was quite the bitch but over time we grew incredibly close and our friendship has stood the test of time. I help her grab her things and we make small talk to my car. It's about quarter till nine and I still haven't mentioned anything about Percy. I'm incredibly reluctant to do it. Instead I engage in a conversation about the graphic design technology she has been studying. She lights up.

"OH it is so complicated! I am making hella progress though. I have learned the secret to a perfect circle by hand."

"Pray tell princess."

"I can't." She says mysteriously. "If I did I would have to kill you." "That juicy huh?" I ask her jokingly.

Traffic is heavy on the bridge and in the silence I work up the nerve to talk about Percy. "So." I begin weakly. "What would you look to do tonight?" She barely looks up from her feed. "I didn't have any ideas." She responds slowly, distracted. I mumble very quietly. "Percy would like to hang out tonight."

Her head snaps to attention. "Percy?" I nod, without making eye contact." "Spring break Percy?" I nod again. "Pregnancy scare, I'll never speak to him again because he's a dickbag who broke my heart Percy." I purse my lips and squeak a "mm-hm". Her look gives me a million words. Most of them say bitch?

"First of all, since when do you even speak to that man?" Well this isn't going well so far.

"Since today. I ran into him."

"You ran into him?"

"I ran into him."

"Annabeth. Spill. Now.

In as brief of details as I can, I explain to her the events of my day. I exclude the kiss. Not because I didn't want to tell Piper, but because I had no idea what to make of it. At the end of it, she nods sympathetically but the look in her eyes shows me that she is not at all on board with me talking to him. "Okay. Let's have drinks. But in no way should you expect me to be nice."

Nice she is not. Too lazy do get made up for the club, Piper and I have decided to keep our party at home. Percy shows up at about midnight, mere minutes after Piper and I finished our rapid clean driven by our highness. Piper opens the door, giggling loudly with half closed lids. "Peeeerrcyy," she slurs dramatically. "You suck!" He laughs and looks at me from in front her. I grab her and push her aside, trying to allow Percy to enter. "Hi, I'm so glad you could come." Piper stumbles back over to us, standing between Percy and I. She lifts her finger pointer and opens her mouth to say something when I slap my hand over her mouth. I yelp in surprise when she straight up licks my hand. I pull away quickly, sufficiently grossed out.

"You! SUCK!" Piper exclaims again very loudly, then looks down at the bottle of scotch in his hands. "But your alcohol looks promising." She grabs his bottle and beelines for the kitchen, presumably towards the shot glasses. With Piper out of view Percy closes the door and looks at me with mischief in his eyes. One hand scoops me up from behind my waist and I giggle and lean away from him. "No.." I say softly, but it does nothing to sway him because the smile gracing my features says yes, yes, yes. He swoops down and catches my lips. This time I don't shy away and I bask in this chaste kiss. I move away quickly, very aware of Piper pouring shots in the next room.

"Come in." I whisper unto his lips. I lightly pull him by his collar further into my apartment and he plops half hazardly onto the couch, pulling me down with him. I move a healthy distance away from him and watch as he looks around at knick knacks he may not have noticed before. "Thank you for having me Annabeth. I called in that I won't be in tomorrow so let's get crazy." I was concerned that he would have to watch Pipes and I get fucked, but now? Three's a party. Piper stumbles in with a tray of shots. "She may have pregamed with a few drinks in addition to the joint you missed." He chuckles. "That makes so much sense. Did you?"

Unthinkingly I say- "No. I figured you wouldn't want me to." He grins and rubs my hand. "Good girl." Even though a more sober me might not have my face visibly lights up at his praise. I want to blame it on the high, but being a veteran stoner, I know this isn't true. We hold an intense stare, one that emphasizes to me that I will never be able escape his pull on me as a Daddy. I've had a small few daddies, but none of them like Percy. Being a little for Percy is very strange because he has never went out of his way to command me to do anything. I just.. listen. He only exacts control over me in the bedroom, but anywhere else, if he asked me to jump I would likely say how high? Anything he wants, he can have, and far and few in between has he known disobedience.

I don't mind at all. There is no greater pleasure than making him proud. Even when I'm not in little space I can be comfortable enough to be snarky and he loves it. As a baby and a daddy, I can't imagine a better match for me. Percy is returning my smile and Piper is looking at us, waiting for us to pay attention to her I suppose. As we turn to her she slams the tray down with a very loud "Let's get drunk bitches!"

Part 2

With that the music gets turned to full blast and I roll another joint to combat the alcohol. Joint ready and several shots inside of me my stomach is warm and my inhibitions are low. Currently we are watching an episode of the Originals and taking a shot everytime someone dies, so suffice to say, we are getting turnt in the span of forty-two minutes. Percy has taken to being a bartender, creating some sort of a concoction of pomegranate seeds and lemon juice. I light the joint and take a long, satisfying hit. As the harshness of the tobacco hits the back of my throat, my eyes fall on Percy who is watching me through dark eyes.

His stare reminds me of the first time we met and smoked together. How sexy he found the way I smoke, and how he looked at me with lust in his eyes after he explored my body for the first time. In the present, he has stopped his expert shaking and mixing to watch me carefully. His stare ignites a coil in stomach that pairs deliciously with the warmth already there. We hold eye contact as I inhale and exhale deliberately puckering my lips. He looks away, a flush adorning his cheeks, and gives Piper the drink. Out of the corner of my gaze I see her try and approve of it. Although, I am not very concerned with her as Percy saunters purposefully towards me.

He sits sloppily on the couch, no healthy distance. "May I?" he says, gesturing towards the blunt. "What about your job?" "I'll detox." It's your life. I think vaguely. I reach out the blunt to give to him but he just stares at me. It takes me a second to realize what he wants. The smoke burns between us as I think. Swiftly I swing my legs over his so that I am straddling him. Shakily but successfully I take a long drag, enough to share and the positions my lips in front of his. His hands find my hips.

I take his cheek into my free hand and push the smoke into his mouth. He accepts it and the exchange is so incredibly sexy. Pulling away not only can I feel the lust pooling in his eyes but I can feel the heat rising in our centers. "Boo! Get a room." Pipes shouts from the floor, more than likely half asleep. She effectively reminds me of her presence and I move to get off of him but Percy pushes me back down, grinding our cores together. Softly so only I can hear he tells me that I do have one. With his deep voice in my ear the burning from my want totally covers the burning of the liquor.

He allows me to get off of him and I look quizzically at Piper who leisurely smoking while sprawled out on the floor. "Would you like me to do it to you too?" She yells yes or at least she means to because it comes out as more of a loud slur. I walk over to her, straddle and shotgun her like I did Percy. I turn to him as he watches me straddle her with an amused and sexy detachment. He's not at all the jealous type.

When I return to him it seems as though the blood has returned to where it belongs and rather than flirting like my intoxicated brain begs, I make actual conversation with my words slurring furiously. Piper soon joins us, lying her head in my lap and talking with us until eventually she has dozed off. Percy gives me a look I know all too well, and I deign to move her to the guest bedroom. By the time I get back to living room Percy is lying with his eyes closed and long legs hanging off the arm of the couch. I sit next to his thigh and place on my small hands on his jeans. "I take it you're staying here with me tonight.." He nods with a groan. "I can drive if you want me to die!" He exclaims dramatically with flailing hands that nearly get me in the face. He looks at me with concern and pats my cheek in what I think is supposed to be an apology. My hands travels to his shoulders and I knead them lovingly.

He hums in appreciation at my small gesture. I have to maneuver my body so that I am more comfortable with massaging him, and I wind up half on his lap. "Well," I say, moving my fingers leisurely over his skin, "You're welcome to stay with Piper in the guest bedroom." He groans yet again, then pulls me sharply by the hands so that I am fully lying on top of him. I don't complain about the pain seeing as soon as I opened my mouth to do so, I felt our bodies connect sinfully. I land with a yelp as I feel his manhood hit my center rather roughly, but he just adjusts so we are aligned perfectly. He yanks me once again making my head connect with his chest. I'm rather flimsy from the warmth in my stomach that's making it hard to protest. From this angle I can hardly see his face through his beard, which is very new for me. I tug childishly on the raven hairs there. Percy giggles. "Do you like my beard?" I do. It's very well kept, and not too long either. I love the way it frames his face. "Nope." I say popping the 'p' while stile pulling in it. I crawl further up his body, so that our faces are level. I then move my lips to his ears "I think it's stupid." I then let my face travel to his lips. I giggle unto his lips, gliding them smoothly on his, tingles sparkling up and down my spine. I can tell by his smile too that he knows that I'm only joking. One hand presses on my lower back while another pushes a stray stand if hair behind my ear. "Oh really?" He asks me, pressing his lips against mine. My hum of affirmation is lost inside of our kiss.

In this moment, I hardly care for joking with him, reveling in the way that our lips are mingling and loving each other. His wet tongue reaches to swipe my bottom lip, a silent want for permission to kiss me deeper. Through a clouded haze of pleasure I open my mouth wider, allowing him to do as he pleases. As our tongues dance the hand currently pressing on my back pushes my core deeper onto his, eliciting something deep within.. a want I have been suppressing since I kissed him for the first time earlier today. His other hand joins it, both now roughly pushing our bodies together. Our cores are hot, scalding even as his erection and my arousal grows. Soon, as our kiss becomes more fevered I can feel his erection pressed against me.

With the grinding of our hips and the severity in which we kissed each other I soon felt the need to have his body pressed against mine, skin to skin. He lets out a moan like that has been what he needed. I move my body so it is upright- straddling him. He follows suit, sitting up and holding me close. As we kiss and grind soft moans begin to escape me. I am wholly turned on. I feel myself unraveling, becoming entirely enthralled by our kiss. Percy's lips leave mine and place harsh kisses on my neck. As his tongue roughly slides against my sensitive, hot skin, bouts of pleasure shoot through me making my breath short and ragged. "Do you- want to- go- in- my room?" I ask him between our kisses. He smiles slyly against my lips and picks me up and wobbily carries me into my bedroom. I fall flush against my bed and Percy is quick to follow, engulfing me. His kisses are now searing into me and all I can feel is a need for more. More of his touch, his kisses, his skin, him. Soon, what seems all too soon, my shirt has been peeled from my body, as well as his and it's quickly followed by my lacy bra. His lips capture a perk nipple in their grasp, sucking lightly while both his hands squeeze my tender breasts. I stifle a moan. His mouth and hands continue their assault while my body is pinned to my bed by his. His kisses begin to travel noticeably lower until there are tingles running up and down my spine by his kiss on my navel, then on my pelvic bone.. As a kiss grazes my thigh my moan can't be suppressed. As the loud, melodious sound escapes my body I hear Percy chuckle. "Shh, baby." The pleasure and anticipation building inside of me is so strong it forces my eyes closed. My hands grab at his silky hair.

I can feel that he is encouraged by this when his kiss becomes open mouthed, his tongue now pressing sin into my thighs. I squirm under his grasp trying to push him closer to what really needs his attention. He presses my hips down, pinning me and teasing me all in one. Suddenly his movements slowed as his hot tongue made a line for the inners of my womanhood. He stops and I hold my breath. I can feel the heat of his mouth hovering over my sex before he laps his flat tongue on me and I release a deep, nearly animalistic, moan. My hands fly to cover my mouth as he besets a series of long, rough licks to core. He takes my clit between his teeth and I can feel myself becoming undone. I raise my body to look at him, and the sight of him working intently to fill me with pleasure only makes him more sexy. He doesn't look up to meet my eye he is so focused. I lay my head back, relishing in the sweet sensation he is giving to me. One of his long, expert fingers is circling my clit and then another joins it, pinching it softly. Oh, Percy. The fingers teasing me steadily retire to leisurely stroking my soaking wet folds. One digit enters me swiftly and I cry out immediately in pleasure, Piper far from my mind.

As his long fingers penetrate me and his tongue works at my sweet bundles of nerves, my back arches to feel more of him inside me. It's simultaneously all too much and all too little. I need him inside of me but I don't want him to stop- ever, not even for a moment. The buildup of pleasure and heat inside of my body is turning my vision white, and suddenly I'm coming unto his fingers allowing long shattered breaths to fill my bedroom. Except before I can catch my breath Percy has flipped my entire body over so I am on all fours and swiftly, very harshly slides his cock into me. I am still dazed and coming down from my orgasm when his member hits me sharply. The pain and pleasure both hit me all at once, both are too much and both leave me wanting to collapse under his heat. With his cock still inside of me he stills his movements to a stop. "Aren't you going to thank me for allowing you to come?" His voice is laced with want. I can hear his restraint and his want to keep fucking me. I clench my walls around his cock, rather than speaking because I am almost certain that my words will fail me. He asks me again, and in this moment I remember my manners. "Thank you for letting me come." I say low and meekly. He strokes me softly, this one a warning. "Thank you who baby?" I only moan in response. He stroked again, much harder, this one seemingly a threat. Again, my only response is his name through gritted teeth and I am met with a harsh slap to my ass.. "Thank you daddy!" I all but scream in total submission. I exhale as if a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders and almost immediately he begins to move inside of me. As amazing as it feels, I know that this isn't how I want this to go.

"Daddy?" I squeak out. He moans questioningly. "Make love to me." His thrusts slow steadily until he is no longer moving. Percy sweetly lays me on my back and engulfs me with his body. This time, rather than roughly, he places a kiss between my bangs while he lovingly places himself inside of me. Percy continues to fuck me like that, sweetly and slowly until he comes inside of me. I hold his shivering body as he comes down from his orgasm, holding him, kissing him.. loving him. Our bodies are sticky with sweat and I don't mind the pressure of his weight. His breathing becomes regular again, rolling off me and allowing the cool air to hit me.

Ater cleaning both of us off, Percy lays next to me, draping one hand over me contentedly and almost immediately falls asleep.

I lay awake only for a few more moments. My thoughts ranging from how amazing sex with him had always been, how amazing it just was, how much of a mistake it is to fall into this same destructive cycle with him. Is this yet another way that I will break my own heart?