Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rick Riordan. Storyline is mine. Lyrics by Arctic Monkeys.
She's a certified mind blower, knowing full well that I don't
May suggest there's somewhere from which you might know her
Just to get the ball to roll
Drunken monologues, confused because
It's not like I'm falling in love I just want you to do me no good
And you look like you could
The next few days sucked. He would talk to me, beg me to open up and let him into the part of my mind that was in lockdown. I would just stare at the wall and ignore him as he grabbed my hands and laid his head my lap. He would get frustrated and storm out, not coming back until the late hours of the morning and collapsing right into bed beside my petrified form.
After waking at three in the morning I take a shower, hoping to somehow clean it off of me, but knowing I won't succeed. I dry myself off and slip one of his shirts on before stepping out into the bedroom. Percy is sitting there, his back against the headboard. His eyes follow my every move and smoke escapes from his lips. The cigarette gets put out as I approach the bed slowly, not wanting to trigger anymore questions.
"Please, tell me what's going on."
I bite my lip and close my eyes, willing them to stay dry as the lump starts to form in my throat. Before he can stop me I walk to his side of our bed and straddle his lap. His eyes narrow as my hands settle on the elastic of his boxers. "I don't want to talk about it yet." His eyes widen as the first spoken words leave my mouth and linger around us awkwardly. "Not yet, but one day I will want to."
One of his hands lifts my chin up and the other curves around my neck. I almost see pity and his eyes but it quickly switches to understanding. I pull on the elastic and his eyes harden again. "No."
My lips straighten into a line and I push off of him, turning to lay on my side, away from him. "I didn't realize that it disgusted you so much. You are the last person I would expect to act like that," I murmur. His hand finds the slope of my waist and my back connects to his front.
"You could never disgust me. If anything it made you stronger in my eyes." His words contradict his actions and I feel fury light in my chest. I turn to face him but stop cold when I see the look on his face. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispers.
I catch his mouth, wanting to drown all of the hate and resentment for just a little bit. I take his hands and place them on the hem of my shirt. He pulls away instantly. "No."
I grab his neck and push my body onto his. "Please." The pleading in my voice is pathetic but I'm desperate for anything. "Please," I say again, knowing his resolve his breaking slowly but surely.
He finally shifts, holding his weight above me and I push his back, making him collapse on me. Our few articles of clothing come off quickly and frantically. For the next hours I feel again, but I find myself wondering at what cost.
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"Have I ever told you you're perfect?" Percy's lips torture my neck, barely brushing against my flushed skin.
I manage a small smile and push his on his back. I lay on him, resting my chin on my hands. "There's a flaw in that statement, Mr. Jackson."
He bites his lip as my nails skim his chest. "What is it Ms. Chase?"
I sit up and stare down at him. "I am far from perfect."
His hands rest on my hips and he gives me a cheeky grin. "From down here you do." I slap his chest and start to get up. I find the discarded shirt and put it on again. "Nooo where are you going?" I look back and see his eyes flash when the neckline slips down to reveal my shoulder. "Well one of us has to be productive."
He takes his boxers and pulls them on before he comes to stand in front me. His hands creep to by back and lower until he pulls my thighs up. My legs latch around his waist and he walks until my back hits the wall. "Maybe I'm not quite done with you yet."
I kiss him softly and tighten my legs. He groans and kisses my shoulder. "Maybe I'll never be done with you."
My fingers wind into his hair and my stomach tightens. "Maybe I don't want you to ever be done with me."
His eyes bore into mine and my eyebrows scrunch. "Don't make promises you won't keep sweet Annabeth. People like me might take it to heart."
My lips attach to his and we kiss slowly until even I'm being driven mad. "I intend to keep it."
He turns and throws me down on the bed. "It won't be long until you get sick of me. Darkness preys on light. Never forget that."