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“oh, how pretty you are.” you sigh contently as you run a light finger across percy’s face. you enjoy the way his skin feels beneath your touch. and his eyes, so green, lips red, bruised from your own, parted as you feel his breath fan your mouth. on spontaneous occurrences, you’d recall that percy was real and he was your boyfriend and here in bed with you! of course, it was awfully difficult to ignore the presence of the sexiest prettiest man in all of existence when he lay next to you. but you remember he’s yours and you can touch him and that brings joy throughout you. so you touch him. “you sweet on me, gorgeous?” you furrow your brows. percy smiles and corrects himself, “sorry, sweet girl, I won’t call you that anymore.” “thank you.” you peck his lips. his hands, rough in comparison to your smooth skin, rub up and down your waist in a soothing manner. it nearly lulls you to sleep. “I was thinking of heading out tomorrow.” “yeah?” percy pecks the hollow of your neck. “to where? can I come with you?” “hm,” you hum at the feeling of his lips. “to the book store. I’ve officially read everything on all of my bookshelves.” “really? this is celebratory, we should have cake.” you giggle lightly. “it’s not really a big deal… but I wouldn’t be opposed to cake.” “of course it’s a big deal, sweet girl, you’ve been working away at them for a year. two hundred and sixty-three of your nerdy ass books.” you’re not very surprised by his genuine enthusiasm. percy liked to (sometimes over) hype whatever accomplishments you made whether small or large. “and now I need two hundred and sixty-three more. I might have to store them in the closet though, the shelves are filled.” “I’ve got you, sweet girl, I’ll build you three new ones for all your new books.” “you don’t have to do that for me…” you bite down on your lip as you begin tracing his chest. though, in reality to your statement, you would be overjoyed to watch percy build the shelves. you’d get to see him sweaty and shirtless and anybody with eyes knows that’s a sight not to say no to. “well I’m doing it anyways.” you roll your eyes. “fine… if you say so.” “atta girl.” you kiss him again, this time lingering as long as you can go without oxygen. which, in your idea of logic, would be as long as your lips stayed pressed against percy’s.

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