#apt 305

[raesploveart]

Very excited to be working with Amy (waddled on Twitter and A03) as she adapts Apartment 305 into a book. Be prepared to see a lot of these two.

[couvers]

“if i kiss you right now, i won’t be able to stop” for percabeth PLS

45. “If I kiss you right now, I won’t be able to stop.”

Annabeth didn’t quite know what to do with herself in class Monday morning.

Heading to school, she had been mostly fine. Changing in the locker room, she had been equal parts excited and nervous. Walking out to the pool, the nervousness had won out with a slight edge. Meeting up with Frank, Hazel and Leo at the bleachers, with their curious smiles and tentatively exchanged glances, nervousness finally began to win out. By the time Percy emerged from Coach Hedge’s office, Annabeth kind of thought she might throw up.

Seeing him back in this environment, after their date the night before, was a little surreal. Rectifying the Percy she’d come to know in those first few morning swim courses with the dream of a man who had kept her grounded through one of the worst experiences of her life took a little work. It was more than that, though. Now that he stood there, a few feet away and smiling directly at her with a warmth and familiarity that made her heart begin to race, Annabeth had irrefutable proof that she had not simply hallucinated the entire prior night.

The surrealism faded fairly quickly once Percy started in explaining what he had planned for their class’s hour, but it was replaced with something far worse. Quite suddenly, Annabeth was hyper aware of the fact that she now knew exactly what his lips felt like against her own. She knew how wonderful it was to be wrapped up in those outrageously muscled arms. She knew how firm that broad chest of his was beneath her fingertips, and how steadily his heart pounded beneath it. She knew exactly how much she liked all of those things, too.

No matter how much time passed, Annabeth would never been entirely sure how she made it through that first Monday morning in a post-date world. Her memories were all of stolen glances and stomach butterflies and heated cheeks. She often flashed back to the rush of catching Percy watching her, his gaze no longer as appropriate as it had once been, or the knowing, teasing looks she noticed Hazel and Leo shooting Percy’s way.

It wasn’t until the end of the hour that she was finally able to talk to Percy, though. Annabeth hung back as her classmates rushed off to change, but she waited for Percy to approach her first. Those few minutes of waiting were even more torturous than the entire previous hour had been.

“Did you sleep alright?” Percy asked, when the last of his other students had disappeared into the locker rooms and he finally came up to talk.

“I did,” Annabeth confirmed. She had found it surprisingly easy to sleep, considering all the anxiety she’d battled earlier in the evening. “Did you?”

“Couldn’t sleep a wink, honestly,” he replied, huffing a nervous laugh. “In a good way, though.”

More butterflies and heated cheeks were Annabeth’s initial reaction to that bit of honesty, and she had to reel it all in before she could formulate a reply. “You probably shouldn’t make a habit of that, especially on school nights.”

“If that’s the price I’d have to pay for making a few other things from last night into habits, I think the sacrifice would be worth it,” Percy countered, though the bravado of his bold declaration was softened by a shy duck of his head. “Are you feeling alright after…”

“I am,” she replied without hesitation, nodding confidently. Whether he meant seeing Luke, or the night as a whole, or some other combination of events, the answer was all the same. Annabeth was eager to get home and debrief with Piper more extensively than they’d been able to do over text, and she wouldn’t be truly okay until then, but she felt wonderfully content already. Percy had made that possible.

A smile spread across Percy’s face. “Do you maybe want to get lunch later?”

“I’ve got some homework I should probably be doing, but,” Annabeth started, trying to hide how immensely the prospect of lunch with him excited her, “yeah. I’d love to get lunch.”

“Well, I’ll try not to distract you too much,” he assured her, smile only growing wider.

Annabeth raised her eyebrows, skeptical. “Are you sure about that? Last night’s distractions were pretty fun. Revisiting a couple of those might not be so bad.”

“It might not be bad, but it would probably be pretty dangerous,” he replied, and though his tone was light, Annabeth didn’t think he was completely joking.

“How so?” she asked, but as her eyes flickered down, over his bare abdomen, still covered in droplets of water from the pool, Annabeth couldn’t help agreeing with him about those dangers.

“If I start kissing you right now, I won’t be able to stop,” Percy told her, having to break the brief eye contact he’d made in the wake of that confession. “Next thing you know, I’ll be kissing you everywhere – out at lunch, on sidewalks, in the middle of class.”

To hide the giddy smile threatening to break across her face, Annabeth tugged her bottom lip between her teeth and turned her gaze downward, occupying herself with picking up her dufflebag and draping it over her shoulder. She considered those dangers he warned of for several seconds, letting herself imagine sweet pecks on the lips of greeting and goodbye, giving in to the irresistible urge to kiss him no matter where they might be, all the people who would inevitably see them, and she didn’t think it would be bad at all if he never stopped kissing her.

In a rush of confidence and courage, Annabeth took a step forward, not so close as to accidentally touch him when they were both wearing so very little, but close enough. Percy watched her closely, cautiously, but he didn’t pull away or object. She pushed up on her toes and brushed her lips against his, fleeting and light, with a promise of more to come.

“I’ll text you so we can figure out details for lunch,” she said, when she was flat on her feet again.

“Sounds good,” he replied, his tongue darting out to slide across his bottom lip where she’d touched it a second before. He clearly wanted another kiss already. She did, too.

Without saying another word, Annabeth adjusted the bag on her shoulder and then nodded once. She smiled at him for another second and then slipped past him to head into the locker room. After she’d gone all of five steps, Percy called out, “Hey Annabeth?”

Heart racing, she turned to look back at him. “Hmm?”

“Am I to understand you were completely clearheaded just then?” Percy asked, his head held a little higher, more confidence in his voice.

“Clearheaded enough,” Annabeth confirmed, a giggle of a laugh slipping past her lips at his reference to the night before. It was the best she figured she would ever be able to do. She couldn’t imagine ever being truly clearheaded around him, but then she didn’t want to be, either. “I’ll see you in a few hours, Percy.”

“See you in a few hours, Annabeth.”

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If you're not reading Apartment 305 by @couvers, the greatest fic of all time, you're SERIOUSLY missing out!

[couvers]

i keep rereading all the dialogue prompt fics you’ve posted and i need.. more .... pls🥺

maybe number 6 for percabeth if you’re up for it?❤️

6.  “Do you want to get out of here?”

It was getting late. Estelle had already been put to bed – read two stories each by Percy and Annabeth – and, after that little hellion had fallen asleep, Sally had suggested they watch a movie. The movie had been watched and enjoyed. Paul, having school to think of in the morning, had said his goodnights as soon as the credits started rolling. With class also ahead of them first thing in the morning, Percy had figured that was a good time for him and Annabeth to think about heading home themselves. His mother, however, had refilled mugs of tea and settled in to chat a little longer.

That had been an hour ago. Now, Sally was doing a little late night tidying up. Percy figured it was time for him and Annabeth to think about heading home, since they also had class to think about first thing in the morning, but it seemed like Annabeth had other plans. She had curled up against Percy’s side on the couch and showed no signs she intended to move any time soon. If Percy was a betting man, he would’ve said she was a good ten seconds away from beginning to snore.

(Annabeth denied, adamantly, that she snored, but Percy had witnessed it himself on countless occasions and knew the truth.)

Even though he didn’t want to disturb Annabeth when she seemed so at peace, and when they were so close to his mother being able to back him up about her snoring, Percy decided to five her a gentle nudge. “Hey, Beth? It’s getting late. Do you want to get out of here?”

“No,” Annabeth replied, only stirring enough to nuzzle a little closer to him. “Let’s stay a little bit longer.”

“You’re just going to fall asleep,” he argued, though it was hard to fight her when she was acting so cute about it. “It’s only going to be harder to leave if we wait.”

“But I like it here,” she said, practically whining. If she got any cuter, Percy was going to be entirely useless at denying her whatever she wanted.

He attempted to have a semblance of a backbone though, gently rubbing her arm in an attempt at coaxing her further awake. “You’ll like it better at home in your own bed.”

Unconvinced, she shook her head. “I like it here.”

“Why?” Percy asked, all curiosity and no annoyance. He had to admit, he enjoyed hearing that she liked being at his parents’ place. It made him feel good about the fact they’d made standing plans to spend every other Sunday afternoon there, plans that would cut into his and Annabeth’s already limited alone time. Apparently she didn’t mind sharing.

“It feels like you here,” Annabeth explained, the words slow, quiet and lazy, evidence of how tired she’d become. “Being here makes me happy. Must’ve been a nice place to grow up.”

Percy hadn’t really grown up in that apartment. He’d moved there in high school, after his mom and Paul had gotten engaged. In reality, Percy had grown up in a series of apartments, many of which had been little more than closets, and falling apart on top of that. He still understood what Annabeth meant. Even though he hadn’t lived in particularly nice apartments, they had still been pretty great places to grow up, in the grand scheme of things, if only because his mom had been there, making the best of their circumstances.

“It wasn’t too bad,” Percy agreed, turning his head to get a better look at the woman beside him now. “It’s still a pretty nice place to be, too, you’re right.”

“Let’s stay like ten more minutes,” Annabeth suggested, shifting slightly against him to get more comfortable.

Sally appeared from the kitchen, leaning against the wall and observing them with a tiny smile. It never failed to make Percy’s heart break into a sprint when his mom looked at Annabeth that way – like Annabeth had always been hers to shower with love, and she intended to make up for all the years she hadn’t been able to do it as quickly as possible. Annabeth looked at Sally in much the same way, if not with a few more, very understandable, reservations. All of it confirmed what Percy himself had felt from the very beginning of his relationship with Annabeth – they were meant for this, to be together, to share their lives and their families, and build a future of their own one little block at a time.

“Why don’t I just make up the couch for you two so you can spend the night?” Sally offered, that fond smile on her lips only growing. “It’s late and you both look like you’d be better off just getting to sleep now.”

Annabeth lifted her head, blinking sleepily at Percy. “Can we?”

So rarely did Annabeth defer to Percy’s judgment with such entirety, Percy almost didn’t know what to do with himself. It did make sense, though. This was his family, so it was his choice, not that he had much of one when his mother was so clearly happy to have them and the woman he loved so completely content to be there.

“Yeah, it sounds like a good idea,” Percy agreed, reaching over to tuck a rogue ringlet behind Annabeth’s ear. Her sleepy, responding smile only made him that much more confident in his decision.

They managed to get themselves up just long enough to clean up a little in the bathroom. Percy had his own toothbrush at his parents’ place, but that night Annabeth got one of her own, too. When they returned to the living room, Sally had finished dressing the couch with blankets and pillows. It didn’t pull out, but Percy had no doubts they would be comfortable enough. He and Annabeth were disgustingly cuddly sleepers, anyway.

Both Percy and Annabeth were given hugs and forehead kisses goodnight before Sally finally turned in. Percy didn’t miss the way Annabeth’s cheeks flooded with pink when she got hers. If he hadn’t valued his life so much, he might have grabbed his phone and snapped a picture of her that way. Since he wished to live past the night, he had to settle for the mental image.

It didn’t take them long to get settled on the couch after that. Annabeth’s body, half on top of him and half wedged between him and the couch, was a comfortable and welcome weight. His fingers instinctively found their way into her hair, twirling strands around them in what had become a soothing nightly habit. Percy didn’t think he’d ever loved anything quite the way he loved falling asleep each night with Annabeth.

“Thanks for letting us stay,” Annabeth mumbled into the stillness of the night.

Staying would mean an even more rushed than usual Monday morning, but Percy thought it was worth it. “I’m just glad you like here so much.”

“I really do,” she confirmed, the reverence in her voice making it sound a little like a confession.

“I like being here with you, too,” he told her, thinking it just as much as a confession. Percy always liked being with his family, of course, but being there with her was a different kind of special. It made him feel complete.

She hummed softly, tilting her head to press a kiss against his jaw. “I love you.”

“I love you,” he echoed.

Percy wasn’t sure exactly when that had become their nightly ritual, saying I love you instead of a standard goodnight, but it was always one of his favorite parts of the day. If the world ended while they slept, he would have no regrets about those being his last words. He never failed to sleep a little more soundly having said them.

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[couvers]

Hey all! You might have noticed I've been a little MIA here on tumblr, and that's because I haven't been feeling too hot. Last night I ended up in the er and they discovered I've got a neat little infection. That means I'm going to be on antibiotics for a week, which sucks because antibiotics always make me feel all kinds of miserable.

With that in mind, I've decided to take the week off of Apartment 305! There won't be an update today or Friday. I'm pretty bummed about this myself, but it's for the best, because you guys don't want to sit on 119's cliffhanger for a full week or longer and I am like 90% sure I'll be too sick to get Friday's update out on time.

We'll be back to regularly scheduled programming next Monday!

[couvers]

Idiots in Love (But too Scared to Say It)

36. “Fuck it.”

"Do it," Percy said, a smile on his face that had Annabeth feeling all too giddy. She was beginning to think there wasn't a single thing she wouldn't do to make him smile, and that thought was absolutely dangerous.

"I'm not doing it," she replied, shaking her head and fighting back a returning smile so he would not doubt her conviction.

Percy was seated on one end if the couch and Annabeth had reclined all the way across it, with her feet in his lap. The two of them had been laid out together in various positions for hours, music playing in the background while they just talked. They'd talked about stupid things like what cartoons they liked best as kids and whether or not they believed in aliens. They had talked about things that actually mattered, too, like how much Percy had struggled in school and the many reasons Annabeth hated her birthday. She didn't think she would ever get tired of listening to him, nor did she think she would ever get tired of the way he looked at her while she spoke, either.

At the moment, they were on a stupid subject. A very stupid subject. And Annabeth was pretty sure Percy would never let it go.

"Please," he begged, his eyes growing as big as saucers.

"No, Percy, absolutely not," she told him, nudging his shoulder with her foot. "I'm not punching you."

"It won't hurt," he argued, still with those big eyes. She refused to be moved by them. "Leo does it all the time. I promised him I would wash his car for a year if it ever hurt, so he tries all the time."

There were so many parts of that statement she found ridiculous that Annabeth was, for a moment, stunned to silence. "No," she finally managed. "I'm not punching my boyfriend."

"Annabeth, please."

"No."

He held a finger up against the sole of her foot. "Punch me or I'll tickle you."

"My feet aren't ticklish," Annabeth said with a shrug. The way Percy's brow furrowed at that made her laugh, but he got no extra reaction out of her when he actually tried tickling her foot.

"Where are you ticklish, then?" he demanded, index finger still brushing the sole of her foot lightly in an attempt to break her.

She shrugged. "I'm not telling you."

"Fine," he relented, dropping his hand. "Punch me, though."

This was it, the way Annabeth would finally lose her mind, at the hands of the most beautiful and outright insane man she had ever known. "How many times are you going to make me say no?"

"Just do it once," he pleaded, back to the whining, shaking her legs in his lap.

"Why?" she asked, hating herself for the fact she could feel her resolve dwindling. God help Annabeth Chase, she was going to end up punching him.

A hint of a smile returned to his face as Percy seemed to sense her starting to give in to him. "Because you'll think I'm cool and sexy when you punch me and I don't even flinch."

"Yeah, that's not happening," Annabeth said, wrinkling her nose at him. "It's too late for me to ever think you're cool."

"But not too late for you to think I’m sexy," he noted, eyebrows raised.

Both of them knew all too well that the ship had sailed in that regard just about the minute she'd set eyes on him, but Annabeth pretended to be aloof. "I guess it's still possible I could find you sexy, yes."

"So, punch me and find out," Percy said, something changing in his gaze. Annabeth didn't realize what was happening until it was too late – he lifted his shirt and flexed his abdomen, and her eyes focused on the exposed area far too quickly. Definitely sexy.

Taking a deep breath in through her nose and dragging her hands down her face, she succumbed to his begging and the temptation of his lifted shirt. "Fuck it."

"I mean, that's not what I'm asking you to do," he said as she sat up and scooted down the couch, "but we can certainly discuss it."

Annabeth refused to substantiate that suggestion with a reply, settling in beside Percy on the couch with her legs wrapped around his torso. Pretending like that position, the intimacy of being so wrapped around him, didn’t still affect her deeply was impossible, so she opted not to try. She let her face flush and her heart race and didn’t shy away. This was a feeling she had decided to embrace fully.

“Do I just do it, then?” she asked, staring shamelessly at the patch of his abdomen exposed. Punching him was definitely not what she wanted to be doing at the moment. He’d admittedly been more on track with his other idea.

“Yep, just punch me,” he confirmed, his grin growing massive in anticipation.

There would be no turning back now that she’d agreed, so Annabeth simply nodded and took a steadying breath. Percy’s smile didn’t fade in those seconds she resolved herself to actually giving into his request. Curling her fingers into a fist, Annabeth shook out her shoulders to loosen up and nodded to him once. Then she did it, punched him right in the gut, not holding back, because she knew he would complain otherwise. As promised, he didn’t even flinch when her fist made contact, but it did kind of hurt her hand.

“Why,” Annabeth demanded, instantly dissolving into a fit of giggles, and she smacked him lightly in the same spot she’d just punched him before collapsing back onto the couch again. “What purpose does being like this serve?”

It served the purpose of making him one of the best swimmers in the world and came as a result of years of hard work and self care. Annabeth knew that. Knowing as much did not make it any less outrageous that he was so absolutely ripped and she was free to touch (and apparently punch) him to her heart’s content.

“You like it,” Percy replied, following Annabeth’s motion to hover just close enough for her to kiss if she strained her neck even a little. There was nothing quite as terrible as when he did that, tempted her so plainly, because Annabeth did not have enough self control to resist for more than a few seconds.

“Maybe,” she conceded. She maybe even more than liked it, but that was a thought and conversation for another time. For the moment she settled for hooking her legs around his back, leaning up, and snagging that kiss.

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[couvers]

16/20 for percabeth pls? ily🥺

16.  “Touch me here.”

20. “I... am uncomfortably aroused.”

“Percy,” Annabeth called, stepping into her bedroom and assuming he would be there. The sound of his name was muffled because she had a toothpick buried in her mouth, digging around for a popcorn kernel she could feel but not seem to actually finger. Eating in the midst of her late night studying had been a terrible idea.

As suspected, Percy had already climbed into bed, his tongue peeking out the corner of his mouth as he focused on his phone. In the week leading up to finals he’d been avoiding studying in his free time by playing some game that had just come out. From Annabeth’s understanding, Hazel and Leo had also been indulging in this poorly timed distraction. That night, instead of looking up or responding, Percy just grunted in response to her call.

Annabeth shook his blanket covered leg in an attempt to get his attention. It failed. “I need your help.”

“Gimme a minute,” he replied, still not so much as glancing away from his game.

“I’m in pain, Percy,” she whined, shaking his leg again, completely and utterly shameless.

That was enough to get him to put his phone down. Percy’s brow furrowed and his lips turned out into a pout. Annabeth only felt a tiny bit bad for exaggerating the situation in response to his adorable and genuine concern. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

She pointed at her mouth with her toothpick, having given up on digging. “I have a popcorn kernel stuck in my teeth.”

He blinked at her in confusion for several seconds. “What do you expect me to do about it.”

“Help me get it out,” Annabeth replied flatly. That much she assumed had been obvious. She and Piper had been doing this kind of thing for each other for years, and she would have gone straight to the expert were her best friend not spending the night at Jason’s.

“How?” Percy pressed, his furrowed brow now smoothed out and raised high.

“I’ll shine my phone’s flashlight into my mouth and you dig the thing out,” she told him, signaling to her phone and the toothpick she’d been using for close to half an hour already in her own futile attempt to get her tooth cleared. “Feeling for it isn’t working and I tried looking for it in the mirror, but I can’t see anything. You’ll be able to see it better than I can.”

For several more seconds Percy just stared at her, and Annabeth started to think he’d refuse to help her, but then he sighed and set his phone aside. “Open your mouth, you adorable weirdo.”

“Thank you. It’s on the left, top teeth, toward the back,” she said, scooting a little closer, turning on the flashlight feature on her phone, and then opening her mouth wide.

Percy opted to skip the toothpick initially, instead taking a deep breath and sticking his finger straight in her mouth. His other hand cradled the back of her head gently, tilting her face to the optimal angle for him. He probed each of the teeth on the upper left side of her mouth, trying to see inside around his own hand. Piper’s hands were much smaller, fingers thin and delicate. Annabeth supposed it was more of a challenge for him to see anything than she had expected, but she helped by grunting when she felt his finger brush against the offending kernel.

“Is that it?” he asked, his brow furrowing again.

“Uh-huh,” she replied, more or less another grunt, just with a little inflection this time.

His grimace continued to deepen as he tried to nudge the kernel free while ducking his head to see around his own hand, until his lips were in such a tight, thin line, his mouth just about disappeared entirely.

“What’s wrong?” Annabeth asked, but his hand in her mouth resulted in the words sounding more like, huts hong.

He shook his head, but his expression didn’t relax at all. Annabeth gave him a gentle poke in the stomach to prod him into answering and his eyes flickered across her face for a second while he contemplated what to say. “I… am uncomfortably aroused.”

Two things happened at once – Percy managed to dislodge the kernel and Annabeth promptly bit down on his finger. When he yanked his hand away and stared at her, a mix of indignation and amusement, Annabeth poked him in the stomach again. “I was in pain and you were aroused?”

“Uncomfortably,” he repeated, as if that made it better.

“What about that was even remotely arousing?” she asked with a scoff.

Shrugging, Percy settled himself back against the headboard. “It’s just your mouth is all… And your tongue kept brushing my finger, then you made those grunting noises, and… you know.”

Annabeth opted to pinch him lightly through his shirt this time, something she’d learned tickled him more than hurt, her face suddenly feeling very heated. “See if I ever ask you to do that for me again, you pervert.”

“Good,” he said, his expression melting into pure amusement as she got to her feet to head back to the bathroom and brush her teeth. “That’s not something I ever wanted to do, anyway!”

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[couvers]

16

16.  “Touch me here.”

“Is this okay?” Percy asked as they danced, one hand in Annabeth’s, the other resting on her hip, careful not to touch where the sides of her dress were cut out to expose skin no matter how much he wanted to let his fingers close that tiny gap. “I’m not sure where I should…”

Their first date had not been anything like he expected so far, though he was pretty sure Annabeth hadn’t intended for it to be such a roller coaster, either. Surrounded by other party goers, a quiet and jazzy melody floating over the white noise of so many different conversations, he could almost forget the way the night had started. Watching Annabeth fall apart had shaken him, and the implications of her short explanation had filled him with rage, but Percy didn’t want to let those things ruin this if he could help it.

Facing her family, facing Luke, Percy had been much more confident in touching her. He knew he’d been a little over the top territorial, and that he didn’t really have a right to be considering he’d only learned her name less than two weeks and this was their first date, but it had been instinctual in the moment. Even if his behavior ended up costing him a second date, Percy didn’t think he’d regret asserting to the asshole who had apparently hurt her that, at least for the evening, Annabeth was his.

Now, though, just the two of them, he found himself hesitating.

Annabeth smiled, a beautifully shy thing with gently pinked cheeks meant only for him, and it set his heart racing – maybe he hadn’t ruined his chances for a second date, after all. “It’s fine,” she assured him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Good,” Percy replied, trying to get his heart rate under control as they swayed. That was painfully difficult as he watched her face, her smile growing, her breathtakingly gray eyes piercing him.

He wanted to kiss her again. Suddenly it was all he could think about – how soft her lips had been, the fervor with which they’d claimed his, the quiet sound of contentment she’d made when they finally parted. Percy knew how vulnerable she was at the moment, though. Returning the kiss she’d initiated had been one thing. Taking another for himself would be something else entirely.

“Actually,” Annabeth started a few seconds later, jarring him out of his dangerous train of thought, and she brought her hand down to his, fingers curling around it so she could guide him behind her, “touch me here.” The hitch of her breath as she placed his hand on the bare small of her back betrayed how excited the brush of his fingers on her bare skin made her, and that feeling was completely mutual.

By nature of his new hand placement, the space between their bodies, which had already been negligible, was cut in half. When Annabeth wound her arm back over his shoulder, her face came that much closer to his, and the urge to kiss her was renewed. He saw her eyes flicker to his lips, watched her tongue wet her own, and his better judgment went out the window.

Percy figured he’d earned himself a one way ticket to hell for it, but he didn’t give a flying fuck. Before he could doubt himself again, he leaned down and kissed her. This kiss was slower than the first, but they both remained just as demanding as they had been earlier, as if they’d been waiting for it their whole lives and needed to make up for lost time. When they parted, a bit reluctantly, Percy leaned his forehead against hers and grinned. She smiled back at him, again wonderfully shy, but very clearly pleased.

It was the first of many kisses he’d give her that evening, Percy growing progressively less shameless every time his lips brushed hers, and the first of countless more that waited beyond.

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