percy was always ever so gentle when it came to you. the same boy, yes, that won a fight against the god of war, spoke awfully to zeus, survived tartarus and back and had a kill count far beyond five thousand monsters.

though, when it came to you, it was incredibly easy to forget his reputation as a demigod. not that it had gained him privileges in camp, but often is was preferred to be seen as a real human being for once. and he was lucky you saw him like that through everything.

your tenderness towards him did not go unnoticed, the same with reciprocated. whether it was simple gestures like helping you bathe after a long day, waking up early to make you breakfast, soft lovemaking accompanied by sweet nothings or the warmth of his arms as you cry, he would always treat you with the most care.

his kisses, unsurprisingly, were just as loving as everything else he did. no matter if he was attempting to intertwine your bodies, devour you, or kiss you just because he could.

today, he had wanted nothing more just to kiss you because he was allowed to. you, happily, had obliged to take away his exhaustion of the day- you kiss him over and over and over.

peppered firstly over his face, landing at last to his mouth where you linger repeatedly. one of your hands plays with his dark locks, soothingly to ease off the stress of the day, while the other fists his shirt to keep his body against yours.

the aura of cabin three fills with soft moans, the swapping of saliva and rustling of sheets as both you and percy attempt to fit yourselves into each other.

"perce," you murmur against his lips. barely audible or coherent as your brain has been turned to mostly mushiness of nothing.

"hmm." percy doesn't dare back any farther as his cold hands slip beneath your shirt, rubbing your side absentmindedly. "sweet girl."

you stifle a smile to prevent breaking the array of kisses. "I." kiss. "love." kiss. "you." your lips don't leave again following this.

percy's do, though. "I love— mphm— I love you."