the sun casts a soft glow throughout the bedroom. the curtains travel back and forth as the early morning wind blows them. it leaves the scent of the ocean traveling throughout the room, infiltrating your senses.

another one of your senses is yet triggered. touch. you feel a warmth all around your body. two arms wrapped comfortably around your waist and a head laying sleepily on your nude chest. and there, it is cold. so, so much drool pools over your skin.

damn percy and his drooling problem.

you were no better than him though, so who, really, were you to talk? with a gentle sigh, you snake your arms

around his shoulders, extending your left hand to admire the ring that adorns your designated digit.

you have to hold in everything inside of you not to squeal and wake up your husband. you'd been up late last night enough as it is.

and while it's close to early afternoon, rest is still important nonetheless. your eyes travel to the rest of your bedroom. the floor is a mess. there lies your dress and percy's pants. the remainder you had scattered messily around the house as you entered last night.

you'd clean up later.

for now you'd only worry about the man beginning to squirm in your arms. you drop your hands flat on his upper back, looking down at him. "perce?"

he hums, letting the sound vibrate against your skin delectably. you hear something along the lines of "my wife" and "good morning" but the rest inaudible.

"good morning," you beam, running a hand through his dark locks.

percy dramatically inhales, letting the sensation tickle your skin until soft giggles elicit from your mouth. then he lifts his head only slightly, just to rest on your shoulder.

"what time is it?"

you sigh contently. "twelve-thirty."

"good gods, why'd you let me sleep this late?"

you shrug with your unoccupied shoulder. "I was too comfortable. you seemed it as well."

"fair." percy smiles, kissing your bare shoulder. "hmm. my wife..."