She smelled like Spice.
That was what Percy thought of Reyna when he'd first met her.
Spice.
A distinct smell he'd recognise from absolutely anywhere.
Even when she'd stepped out of the shower, looking very, very hot, she still smelled distinctly of spice.
He didn't know what kind, or even if it was spice he was smelling, but he guessed it was.
A... sharp, aromatic smell, he supposed. Sharp didn't really make sense, but it was the best way to describe it. Its qualities were intangible, and he preferred it that way.
It gave her a sense of mystery.
And when he'd make love to her, when she'd ask him for more as he teasingly kissed her along her jawline, down her neck, nibbling at particularly sensitive spots, eliciting whine from her, the smell of spice would overtake his senses.
He'd feel her smooth skin under his hands, and he'd hear her moans, but what stood out to him was her scent. The scent of spice.
And then when he'd come up behind her, hugging her waist as he pulled her towards him, burying his nose in her neck, and just inhaling her scent. She smelled amazingly intoxicating.
Reyna was his drug.
He'd asked her once, about her whole scent, and she gave him a weird look before answering;
"What the hell? Spice?"
He shrugged it off. It was Reyna, after all. Maybe she just naturally smelled amazing.
And now, as the couple kissed each other harshly after a particularly annoying quest for Hermes, stumbling through the praetor's villa, yet never knocking down a single object. They'd just gotten too familiar with her house, he guessed.
Percy kissed her harshly, but Reyna refused to submit, and she kissed back even harsher, and slammed the Son of Poseidon into the wall, and he let out a little whine at being treated so harshly.
They worked their way up the stairs, Reyna letting her hair out of its braid, never breaking the kiss.
The two surfaced for air, but just as soon they crashed their lips onto each other's.
They'd reached the bedroom and were blindly grabbing the air, looking for the doorknob. Upon finding it, they hurriedly opened the door and stumbled in, crashing into the bed.
And as Reyna lifted her shirt, her scent just got stronger, and the smell – her scent – of spice kicked Percy's nerves into overdrive. He couldn't stand it. He needed her.
The Son of Poseidon growled and flipped them over and took off his shirt, before sucking on her neck, making his way down her body hungrily.
Reyna smiled as he did this, knowing her plan had worked. Thank you, spice-scented deodorant.
