gorgeous gorgeous gorgeous…

your eyes have laid upon on one of your undeniably favorite sights on the earth. that happens to be percy’s perfectly sculpted back as he sleeps on his tummy. after sleep-ridden protests from him, you were able to slip from his arms to use the bathroom. you didn’t like getting up at four in the morning to urinate any more than percy disliked it, but alas. you almost don’t want to re-enter the bed, far too enthralled with the sight before you. but his strong arms look just as tempting to be curled around. and the disheveled blankets look so cozy… back to bed you go. you climb back beneath the blankets with ease, and subconsciously, percy rolls onto his side and quickly tugs you against his bare chest. his skin is cold in comparison to yours, far too warm from being under three blankets all night. “percy,” you whisper. though you’re not entirely sure he’s awake. but you feel the ghost of a smile from his lips against your shoulder. “sweet girl.” “did I wake you?” you pull back only slightly to trace the pad of your finger against the skin of his chest soothingly. “your absence.” “well, it was either that or I wet the bed.” “it’s been wetter.” you feel the flex of his hand along the small of your back. you’d begin to argue and call him an idiot but you have just as much energy as he does. “are you going back to sleep?” “mhmmmm what time is it?” “uhm.” you sit up only a tad to crane your head, searching for the time on the nightstand clock. “four-thirty-one.” you slide back down against the sheets. percy’s arms curl tighter around you to assure you don’t slip from them again. “then no.” somehow, you doubt it. “but you’re tired.” “and I’ve got a wicked boner knowing you’ve only got a pair of blue panties on, but I’ve stayed quiet.” “that’s not—” your brows furrow. “that’s not the same thing.” “why? are you gonna—” “no.” “aw,” percy whines, face falling back into your neck, peppering tiny kisses wherever he can reach. you slip your arms around his shoulders, keeping him close as you.