This is the chapter with a warning for smut.
65. Forgiveness
"Well," he says, unable to stop the smile on his face from growing even wider. "That's good to know."
She'd come and kicked out Jason, Frank and Percy, just so she could tell him that she loved him too.
He was done pretending he had any pride left when it came to Reyna.
She shifts, from foot to foot, and he can't ignore any longer the fact that all she's in is a pair of boxer shorts- his boxer shorts, he'd been wondering where they'd went- and a t-shirt that was slipping down one shoulder. Her hair was in a ponytail that was hanging over her shoulder and gods, he was staring now, wasn't he?
"And I was thinking," she spoke again. "That maybe, if you'll forgive me, we could try again."
Leo sighed and he could actually feel a weight lifting from him, a darkness that had crept in and started to grow roots that nobody could eradicate.
Except Reyna, apparently. And with only a few words.
"Is it raining outside?" He asks suddenly, because he's ADHD and it's the only rational thought he has at the moment.
"What?"
"Raining. Is it?"
"Oh-," she bites her bottom lip and glances outside. "Yes. Only slightly though, and it only started minutes before I came here-"
His lips are on hers before she can say anything else and if she's surprised she doesn't show it. Instead it's like she was expecting it as she melts into him, winding her arms around his neck, kissing him hopelessly, desperately, and he groans because it's been months and there's a raindrop on her lips, her clothes are sticking to her like a second skin and gods-
"Your clothes are wet," he mumbles and he sucks haphazardly down her neck quickly, needing to taste and please, more, and please, yes, this, her, them.
She gasps and nods, gripping his hair and pulling his head back up to meet her lips in a scolding kiss that's messy and passionate enough to set his blood on fire. "Yes," she answers before sucking on a point below his jaw. "You should do something about that," she murmurs, right into his ear, before licking the lobe of it and pulling it into her mouth.
Leo sees white and gods be good, had she ever done that before?
Before he's even fully aware of it he's pulling her to the bed with him, practically tearing off her clothes, helping her get him out of what he's wearing- the same as her- and then they're them again, they're back, it's like months ago, when they were all passion and lust (love) and late night conversations.
This is what Reyna and Leo are good at. The physical side. It's when the emotions start creeping in that they get screwed up and turned around.
Not this time, Leo promises as Reyna hovers over him, a soft, small smile on her lips, a hesitant but happy sparkle in her eyes. Not again.
He kisses her again, but it's softer this time, a promise, an apology, a plea.
She kisses him back and it's forgiveness and love and a thank you all rolled into one.
He groans her name at his release and she's breathless and tracing lazy circles on his chest afterwards but they're them and everything else can be sorted out later.
For now they'll be them without anybody else coming in to mess it up and make them doubt.
They know now. They need one another.
Nobody, not even them, would jeopardize that again.