“mhmm you taste nice. strawberry.”

you feel percy smile against your lips mid-kiss. you don’t try to stop the smile making its way to your own lips. you both pull away.

“percy,” you whine. “stop smiling!”

“you’re smiling too, sweet girl.”

you frown instantly. percy takes this opportunity to reconnect your lips with his again. his hands tighten on the skin of your waist, your own tangling lazily in his raven locks.