"percy."

you take up a look of un-amusement which percy ultimately decides to ignore as he takes your arm into his hands.

"I'm not gonna bite you, sweet girl. unless you want me to then—"

"no, I don't want you to bite me, perseus."

"very well then." a boyish smirk graces his mouth.

you roll your eyes and turn fully into your side facing him so you could be more comfortable as he began placing kisses over your hand.

he begins with the tips of each finger, all five, then moving downwards over your ring finger and lingering at the very bottom before reaching the back of your hand.

from there, his lips find the palm of your hand and then your wrist, then up and over your arm.

you slide closer to him, resting your head comfortably on his shoulder. you inhale the scent of him and nuzzle your face into his skin.