A/N

Um. When I was writing this, I was thinking of Reyna being Ace and somehow that became 'what if Reyna was demi?'

I don't think this is actually an accurate representation of demisexuals, but the idea is that Reyna isn't attracted to anyone unless they have a strong emotional connection.

Sorry for being late, been working on Arma Roma.

Reyna Avila Ramirez-Arellano was often framed as a prude.

She'd never been one for relationships, nor had she been particularly concerned with her looks. Why did she need to brush up, anways? Call her arrogant, but she knew she was good looking. Reyna's confidence was an integral part of her personality.

Reyna had, however, been struggling with her... attraction, she might say. The Daughter of Bellona had never found herself attracted to anyone; at least, not after the events of Jason Grace.

Then Percy Jackson came along.

Sure, at first, it was all platonic. Reyna had offered him the praetorship with some... thoughts in mind, but before all she needed a fellow warrior as Praetor, and the Son of Neptune (or Poseidon, she supposed) had proved himself to be one.

It was not until she found herself... longing for the demigod that it hit her.

It'd been months after he'd returned to Rome as Prateor, citing that he needed a "more structured lifestyle" and wished to help out New Rome with their recovery from Polybote's invasion and the infamous ballistae incident.

Reyna knew it was because Annabeth broke up with him. Or was it the other way around?

Still, Percy had, somehow, managed to worm his way into her heart, earning a permanent spot there with his windswept hair and cheeky smile. At first, Reyna had simply admired his body in aesthetic appreciation; the thought of other things was far from her mind.

Then, one night, they'd drank copious amounts of alcohol – she still couldn't fully remember the details. What she did remember was the wine tasting salty and diluted – shitty – and suddenly, a sensation of someone cupping her cheeks with his hands, a concerned look on his face.

Reyna could see Percy's lips move. Of course she could, she wasn't blind. Yet, in the hazy, clouded mind of hers all she could think about was how fucking sexy he looked. Her heart tugged and strained in her chest, but the pain was numbed by all the alochol from that night.

She kissed him.

It was such of a spur of the moment decision, really, that the Daughter of Bellona still couldn't believe she did it. But it was in that moment that Reyna realised just precisely we she hadn't been attracted to anyone before.

Because no one else held her heart.

She wanted Percy so badly not because of his size, nor stature, nor his washboard abs or his beautiful, beautiful legs, even if they were bonuses. Reyna wanted him because she loved him.

Without love, there was no sexual attraction for her.

The Daughter of Bellona could remember the way he kissed back fervently at the touch of their lips; a sudden, unrestrained passion that seemed to take over his very soul-

"Reyna?"

The girl stirs slightly and is shaken from her thoughts as she's brought back into reality. Her head lies on his bare chest, her arm draped over his abdomen. Reyna looks up to see the face of a grinning Percy Jackson; and she can't see doing this with anyone else.

"It's your birthday, Rey-Rey. We should not only have birthday sex, but also-" he pauses here, turning and grabbing something off the ground. "Wine!"

Reyna narrows her eyes, recognising the label. "That's shit."

The Greek raises an eyebrow. "I beg to differ."

"It's all salty and diluted, like shitty OJ."

Percy's eyebrows kint together, before his eyes light up in realisation. "We had this when-"

"Yes, yes." Reyna blushes, thinking back to the moment that had started it all. "What about it?"

"Love, it was salty and diluted because you were crying."

Reyna's mouth opens to respond, but for once she's lost for words. At long last, she replies, "No."

The Son of Poseidon just rolls his eyes. "Fine. No Wine. But no wine means more sex."

"I'm all for it."

Fin.