A/N: Hey guys! Back with something a little different. Hope you like it!

Her happy sigh brings a warmth to his chest that he has a hard time explaining.

She looks ethereal right now, moonlight shining on her bare back, delicious curves disappearing under his blankets.

He never quite noticed the color of his sheets until she was wrapped in them, never noticed the softness of his pillows until it was her hair splayed out against them. She fills each and every spot on his bed like she owns. Like she owns him.

And she does. He doesn't know when, in this game they've been playing, she took possession of his heart but somewhere amidst the laughs and banter it started to beat for her. Each smile she sends his way brings a sense of happiness he's never known before.

Her back hits his chest, the feel of her body never fails to make him burn as he holds her. They stay like that for a bit, and he counts each second with her as a blessing that she's given him. It's an honor really, to be chosen by her.

(He wants to say it's the lateness of the hour that are bringing these thoughts forward but the truth his he's always felt this way.)

And then she's turning around to face him, her eyes roaming his face, bright and alive despite the time of night.

"Percy?"

"Hmm?"

Even the way his name rolls off her tongue is heavenly. He's never liked it more than now. She doesn't respond right away, but her fingers trace down his bare chest. It takes everything in him to hold back the shivers it sends.

Her eyes flick down to his lips as she shuffles closer and it's clear what she wants.

He shifts his weight to one arm as he rolls just barely on top of her. Her smile indicates that was the correct response.

"Someone's demanding a lot today," he purrs and delights in the shiver that runs through her that she makes no attempt to hide.

"Please sir?" she asks, eyes tilted up at him in a way she must know drives him mad.

As if he could ever say no to anything she asks for anyway.

"I suppose…just this once," he mumbles, moving to close the gap between their lips. The last thing he sees before his lips meet hers is the twinkle in her eye as she moves in.

He might tower over her, might be the one to hold her down when she asks, but she dominates him mind, body, and soul.

And she knows goddamn well that it'll be more than once he gives in to her.

A/N: This is another one of my experiments so to speak, similar to my other chapter called Red. It's definitely more suggestive but I thought it was a nice one to put in here.

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