“perce-mhm-” kiss. “perce.” kiss. “percy.” kiss. “perseus-” yup, kiss, kiss, kiss!

in frustration, you pull away from him, covering his dangerous mouth with your hand. with your head, you flip your hair over one shoulder so when you lean back in it doesn’t get in the way.

“you’ve got a problem, mr jackson.”

he cocks a brow. “the only problem is that I’m not inside you right now.”

“you fuckin’—” you sigh. “this is why you aren’t.”

“awww, c’mon, sweet girl…” he whines, soothingly running his hands up and down the skin of your waist from underneath your shirt. it sends a sudden shiver down your spine that you try your best to ignore. percy purses his lips at your unamused look. “just keep kissin’ me at least.”

he lifts one hand to the back of your head and entwines his fingers with your locks to assure you can’t part your lips from his again. though you’re sure you won’t this time. delicately, he runs his tongue over your bottom lip to request access inside of your mouth at least (you’re totally so lame!!), you oblige and part your lips against his, allowing his tongue to enter your mouth and find a tangle with your own.