“Mmh, stop moving around..” Percy mumbles, his voice being muffled as his face was bury on your shoulder. He holds on you tightly not wanting you to leave the bed.

“I swear if you keep moving around, I’ll make sure the weather rain on you and you only.” Percy warns, he was half asleep, so his words were sluggish and mumbling, so it sounded like rubbish.

Percy’s warm body cuddles you, his face burying in your shoulder, he kisses your jaw and nuzzles his head into your neck.