the sunshine breaks through the curtains gently, creating bright lines of yellow over the blue and white blanket covering you.

you hum quietly, twisting your body from your left side to your right side. your head hits something utterly warm and solid. in contrast, of course, to the cool morning breeze from the wind and waves outside.

you crack open your eyes, careful to shield them of the brightness of the bedroom. there, in all his glory, lays percy, one arm draped comfortably around your waist.

his lack of clothing wouldn’t dare go unnoticed by you. neither does your own. you lay clad in only a pair of lacy black underwear.

but you barely have time to think about how you look when percy’s perfectly sculpted, tanned chest is directly in your line of sight.

you run your tongue over your bottom lip and reach out your hand slowly. you run a finger over his skin, cautious not to wake him up— then press featherlight pecks over each trace of your index.

“well, this is a nice way to wake up.”

you freeze, head shooting upwards. percy’s circular oceans are hidden from your view, but the wide smirk on his mouth is all you need to know that he’s awake.

with a sigh, you remove your hand, sliding upwards to come face-to-face with your husband. his hand once around your waist goes to the back of your neck before he pulls you close to press a kiss to your forehead.

“good morning to you, too, dear husband,” you grumble, tucking your head into his shoulder.

percy’s hand slides to your hip, tugging you against him once again. his mouth lingers on your own shoulder, peppering it. “good morning, sweetheart.”