"this is nice, sweet girl, we should do this everyday." you furrow your brows. "lay in bed? don't we already do that everyday?"

"yeah," percy laughs. "but not always in this position."

he sits between your parted thighs eating away at the world's largest bowl of ice cream. that wasn't a problem. what was, was that the bowl was sitting directly on top of your oh-so very bare tummy and it was oh-so very cold.

additionally, the only piece of fabric separating you two was your thin, lacy underwear.

"you're weird, I need you to know that."

percy shrugs and takes another bite. "thanks." you take the spoon from his unsurprisingly loose hold, scooping a large portion of his ice cream mixture and eating it to his dismay.

"that's my ice cream!"

you giggle and hand him the spoon back. "and it's delicious. though it could've done without the peanut butter."

"eh." he takes a bite. "I should've mixed this with the chocolate peanut butter and the oreo."

"that would've been so good! we should try that tomorrow."

you reach into the bedside table and grab your ice cream journal. you write down the newest mixture idea before putting it back.

"we're geniuses, we should be getting paid for coming up with these."

"we could be professional ice cream eaters or something." percy takes a spoonful and feeds half to you before finishing the rest himself.