Wow, I'm on fire! ;)

DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the PJO characters... Trust me, Reyna/Percy would be canon by now.


Reyna's POV:

We kiss each other hungrily, with fire and rage. With a soft thud, his hands are pushing me against a tree, and I tangle my right hand in his hair while the other claws at his back. He leaves a trail of kisses along my jaw, and a soft sigh leaves my lips.

Then we hear some shout our names, and I push Percy away from me quickly. His hair looks messy, and his emerald eyes are wide with fear. I catch a slight glint of annoyance and… reluctance in his gaze as well. I fix my hair and purple toga that was slipping off my left shoulder. Percy does the same.

After straightening both of ourselves, we part ways through the underbrush. I catch Percy staring at me before I step into the clearing in the Field of Mars.

"Percy?" a shrill voice yells across the grassy field. No doubt that it belongs to Annabeth. I start walking away from her and roam to the Bellona temple at Temple Hill.

I stand across from the statue of my mother, who is towering over me, grace and power etched across her features. I sigh. I stand there in silence for a moment when a voice says behind me, "Reyna, what are you doing?"

I turn to see Hazel leaning on one of the large columns of marble, her face concerned and wary. Her arms are crossed across her chest. "Um, standing in my mother's temple?" I reply quizzically. Hazel narrows her eyes, still looking wary.

"I know, Reyna."

I freeze, and my heart pounds crazily onto my chest. "Know about what?" I try cautiously, but Hazel cuts me off. "I know about Percy and you."

I try to scowl. "Percy? I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh, really? Tell me, Reyna then, what's that hickey doing on your neck?" Hazel says, tilting her head to point at the right side of my neck.

My hand shoots up to cover it, but it's too late. "Uh… I,"

"Look, I don't know why you two are doing this, but I just want to advise you that you need to stop," Hazel continues, stepping towards me, "I mean, Percy has a girlfriend. Plus, as much as you promise you won't, you'll get your feelings mixed into this, and make it a huge mess."

I open my mouth to retort, but Hazel shakes her head and keeps talking, "I know you Reyna, and I know you are stubborn about not putting your feelings out there. Percy might be able to move on, but I know you won't…"

"You don't know me!" I growl, stepping closer to her. She doesn't even flinch. "Reyna, listen to me, you have to stop…" she starts again. "No, I know what I am doing," I snap, and she frowns. "You're going to hurt a lot of people…"

"Listen, Hazel, keep the words of wisdom to yourself," I hiss, "because I don't need them." And with that, I walk out of the temple, leaving Hazel alone, sighing and shaking her head.

Once I know I am out of Hazel's reach, I scurry to the nearest bathroom mirror to look at myself. Just as Hazel said, there was a bright purple bruise at the right of my neck, right below my jaw line. I scowl, and rub at it frustratingly. "Percy is so dead!" I hiss to myself. But how will I be able to step into the crowd to with this?

Questions will be asked, and I will become the laughing stock of the entire New Rome! I purse my lips, and bunch my fists in anger. Someone opens the bathroom door, and I quickly cover the bruise with my hand.

Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh, NO!

"Why, hello," says the blonde girl looking at me, a hint of annoyance in her tone. I started to scream so many Roman curses in my mind, I lost count.

Standing behind me, eyeing me suspiciously is Annabeth Chase.

()()()()()

"Uh, hi," I say, smiling sheepishly. Annabeth narrows her eyes at me but nods, and continues to walk into a stall.

With a quiet sigh of relief, I quickly speed away from the bathroom, and start running for my principia. I keep my hand around my neck at all times, and ignore everyone who waves hello or starts towards me to chat.

I don't have time right now, I think to myself. But still, how disrespectful of me! Anyways, I reach my principia without any embarrassment. I open the door quickly, close it behind me, and slide down the door, my muscles relaxing. I let my hand fall away from my neck, and sit there, breathing in deeply.

And then I notice I'm not alone.

Just my luck.

"Reyna, are you okay?" says Percy standing over me, a look of concern on him. "Yeah," I say, my voice oozing with sarcasm, "I'm great! I just found out I have a hickey at the side of my neck, but I'm just fabulous!"

Percy's brows rise. "What?"

I throw my hands up in anger, and yell, "You gave me a hickey, fool! I mean, really?" Percy raises his arms in protest. "I didn't see you not liking it!" he counters, and I become silent.

After a while, Percy laughs, and gently stokes my bruise. "Purple is a good color on you," he says jokingly. I slap his hand away from me. "I hate you," I say, annoyed.

"I know," Percy replies quietly, and kisses the tip of my nose. His eyes soften, and he smiles warmly at me. I find myself smiling back. When I realize what I am doing, I quickly stand and straighten my toga, not making eye contact with him.

Percy sighs and nods awkwardly before walking out of the principia. Before he leaves completely, my eyes flicker to his face and notice he looks very conflicted.

But then he is gone, and I am left here wondering if I have the same conflicted look etched on my face right now.

I sure hope not.


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