Camp Half-Blood

by DDaughterofAthena

Here's a series of random, unconnected oneshots surrounding the characters of the Greek RiordanVerse, including high school AUs, poetry, a three-shots, drabbles, Theyna, Thaluke, Percabeth, and more. Come on in, there's something for everyone here! These are the products of my imagination, they have been inspired by the Camp Half-Blood forum's prompts, the link on my profile.

25. Passion

Prompt: Passion

Time Period: April 2019

Prompt Administrator: DaughterofHypnos17

Rated: T or M

Word Count: 401

Cabin Points Received: 25

Passion is the color of the wine that Jason drinks when he undresses Reyna with only a look, it is the color of his lips after he catches her by surprise and kisses her as they talk.

It is the color of Reyna's cheeks when she feels him pull her closer on the dance floor, the color of those low, dirty words Jason breathes against her ears when he whispers exactly what he wants to do with her.

It is the color of his eyes, heavy-lidded with lust and want alike when Jason pulls at the zipper on Reyna's dress, brushing his teeth against her neck and having her jump from the sting of pain.

It is the color of Reyna's clothes, spilled against the floor in waves of ink, the color of the bruises that Jason leaves on her, as though to show to everyone that looks at her that she is his.

It is the color of her skin after his mouth has trailed over it, after he has pressed his fingers in it and left Reyna screaming, crying out Jason's name in holy symphonies.

It is the color of the blankets that she wraps around herself when she gets up in the morning, it's the color of the risen sun outside the windows that seems to almost mock her.

It is the color of the note that Reyna puts for Jason, written with shaky hands and nervous looks behind her, hoping that he doesn't get up in time to stop her from leaving.

It is the color of the tears that slip down her face when she gets home, the color of the water from the shower that fills Reyna's mouth, her eyes, her head, a feeling that she just can't, can't, can't get enough of.

It is the color of the wanting gazes that Reyna slips behind herself anytime that she goes back to New Rome, hoping against hope that Jason will be there again, that Reyna will be able to spend another sinful night with him once more.

It is the color of the way Reyna's stomach drops when she sees a pair of sea green eyes, glinting with that familiar lust, pulling her in and crashing her against the rocks at the bottom, a never-ending cycle.

It is the color of love.

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Sup dudes. this was originally not even going to mention anyone, and have 'His' in place of Jason and 'You/Your' in place of Reyna/Her, but here's where we are rn i guess.

Also, to the guest that commented on Civil War: I am definitely planning to create an 5k+ one-shot continuing and expanding on that, but no promises as to when it will be posted :)

-Lauren Swan

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