thighs

Despite her protests, she comes around the buzzing toy anyway, spilling clear fluid all over the bedsheets. He laughs coldly. "I just said I was gonna let you come. I didn't say I was gonna use my fingers to do it." He pulls the vibe out of her swollen folds to press it against her clit instead. "This works, doesn't it?" "Aaaah...noooo--!"

When Percy Jackson slipped into the car Thalia Grace had occupied, he'd expected a neat conversation, maybe a bit of a retreat from having to sleep in cold, lonesome cars for a bit. He certainly hadn't expected to confront a new-found fascination with muscular thighs, nor confront the crush he'd been nursing since meeting her in the summer, but, well, here we are. Who would've thought it would be returned though? They do argue like a married couple though... With the Great Prophecy hanging over their heads, and so much pressure on their shoulders, sometimes comfort has to be found in letting go with another person, just for a little bit. Life's too short. (a one-shot, for now, unless people like this enough. Then I might do a Heroes of Olympus second chapter.)