Percy leaned over to press another kiss to her lips. Things had been weird between them the last couple of days and it had taken a few of the Aphrodite campers to tell him just why —— sexual tension, they had teased. Percy hadn’t been sure they were telling the truth, but now that they were here, in his cabin, kissing, he believed them.
His hands grabbed her by the waist and he lifted her up, off of the bed and onto his lap. Breaking the kiss, he looked up at her, panting lightly. “—Are you, I mean, are you okay with this?” He asked, his cheeks flushing with even more color than there already was.
☾ Once he pressed his lips to her’s, she watched him close his eyes and soon she copied him, closing her own. It was weird, having someone’s face this close and feeling the softness of their mouth against yours. Now that she thought about it, it was nice. She wondered if it would get as far as the Aphrodite kids had suggested, making her worried beyond belief. Shut up, Blackjack, just focus on this moment, she told herself.
☾ And soon her slightly clammy hands were rested upon his face, feeling him burn up with a blush, a squeak falling from her lips once she was picked up. Again, this whole thing was so weird to her. She rested her forehead against his, looking into his eyes. Her breaths were short and the brunette nodded, speechless enough to even say yes.
"—What?“ Percy asked against her mouth, brows knitting. He eyes opened a bit and he looked up at her, unaware that she...