“next one: what has a neck but no head?” percy smirks on instant. “me when you decide I deserve to be punished.” “it’s a bottle, you dumbass.” you throw him an unamused glare with no real hatred behind it. a growing smile lingers regardless. percy nods attentively as his index and middle fingers run up and down the skin covering your spine in a repeated, soothing motion. it nearly lulls you to sleep but you manage to stay awake with a gaze locked within his sea green eyes. “I have another.” “anything to keep you talking, sweet girl.” you hope your rosy cheeks aren’t visible. “if yes is no and once is never then how many sides are in a triangle?” his brows furrow, before a lightening of his eyes. “that’s from that book you like! the one with that guy you said looked like me.” you nod. “he does look like you. now answer the question.” “I don’t fucking know.” you roll your eyes and cup his cheeks in your palms. “you didn’t even think about it.” “well, I heard it and it makes no sense.” with his free hand, percy takes ahold of one of your wrists and begins peppering kisses to your hand. “try. for me.” “say please.” “please, perseus.” “atta girl.” you await his answer as he thinks. for an entire ten seconds. “a triangle has three sides.” “it’s two.” percy sighs and murmurs against your hand, “I was one number off.” “still wrong. do you have anything?” “yes!” he smiles brightly. he laughs in the midsts of his words, “why can’t dinosaurs clap their hands?” his smile is contagious, apparently. “I don’t know, percy, why not?” “because they’re extinct!” you manage somehow to keep a blank face. “you think that’s hilarious, don’t you?” “is that why you’re laughing right now?” “oh yes. because dad jokes are just the funniest.” you slide yourself upwards, face-to-face with percy with your lower arms on each side of his head. you don’t miss the way his eyes linger downwards to your bare chest. “how do you feel about pregnancy?” you tug at a strand of his raven hair. “no.” “we’ll work on that.”