Disclaimer: I don't own the Percy Jackson or Heroes of Olympus series, RR does.
Suggested listening: Avril Lavigne - Give You What You Like, Hush Hush, Falling Fast. 'Cause she's obviously wanted to break my Leyna heart with them. And she's succeeded.
Nothing More
That shouldn't have happened. Not when they were on their way for the girl he obviously felt something to. Not when they were both too tired and too pissed off to think clearly. Not at all. So why, standing outside that door, did she just long to smash them open and feel his tongue crashing into hers once again? Why did she miss those slender fingers of his tracing the line of her waist, almost burning her skin with every touch? Why did she want to caress, caress, caress him until she heard that low, animal-like growl next to her ear again? Why did she imagine him, picking up his shirt from the floor (muscles slightly pushing through his singed skin), looking up at her and the corners of his lips forming a mischievous grin at the thought of picking up the fun they'd just broken off? Why did she want Leo Valdez, the one she probably trusted less than Octavian (he was unpredictable, like the fire he could rule over), to make love to her until she went blind?
He loved Calypso. She was the one he wanted to rescue, to make her life better. He had also quietly wished that she'd felt the same. That they'd had one of those Hollywood happy ends. Calypso, Calypso, Calypso. Calypso with her deep, black eyes and her cascades of raven-black hair. Wait. Calypso's hair was the color of cinnamon. Right. Calypso tracing the line of his collarbone with her ice-cold hand, while the other one had dealt with the buttons of his shirt impatiently. No. That had never happened. Calypso's fingers locking on his curls, moaning quietly into his ear while he had left moist trails on her slim, slightly bronzed neck. No, no, no. Do not think of Reyna. Reyna with her lips delicately swollen and a tiny drop of blood decorating them because he had just bitten her a moment earlier. He had longed to lick it off, which had ended in another fight for domination of their mouths, the room filled with desperate pants for air and wordless requests for more. He had felt Reyna's fingers struggling to get under his tool-belt, to go one step further. He had also wanted that, his hand examining the curves hidden under her T-shirt in the meantime.
But she had withdrawn.
They weren't supposed to regret how the things had ended. Nothing more had been supposed to had happened.
But avoiding his stares whenever they met on the board, she could almost not resist to feel her body (and soul, something in herself whispered, and soul) calling for her to turn around and never leave him out of her embrace.
But waking up in the middle of the night after yet another dream of her simply laying by his side, he couldn't dispose of the feeling that maybe he was just missing something. Not that he allowed that part to take over.
Nothing more was supposed to be between them. They both knew that.
So why did it hurt so much to be separated?
ZJeM, 12.11.13
From author:
Sorry, written on a whim when I was suffering because of Leyna's sexiness pains.
Poor smut, I know. -_-''
I love them so much and RR's heartless. T^T