The Silver Archer 2️⃣ (Percy Jackson)

49. Moonlace

Adira

Once Percy was done talking with his dad, we ate blue cake and ice cream until we couldn't eat anymore. Then we played a bunch of cheesy party games like charades and Monopoly. Tyson didn't get charades. He kept shouting out the answer he was trying to mime, but it turned out he was really good at Monopoly. He knocked Percy out of the game in the first five rounds and then bankrupted me a round later. So much for a daughter of a lawyer.

Percy and I left them playing and went into his bedroom. The last door at the end of the hall on the left.

He set an uneaten slice of blue cake on the dresser. Then I helped him take off his Camp Half-Blood necklace and laid it on the windowsill. There were three beads now on it, representing the last three summers at camp—a trident, the Golden Fleece, and the latest: an intricate maze, symbolizing the Battle of the Labyrinth, as the campers had started to call it. And lastly, my ring I had given to him, in the center of it all.

I looked at Percy, who was staring at me while I studied his necklace. "What?" I asked, laughing. He chuckled. "You're so fucking beautiful," he sighed.

BEWARE!!!!

I smiled.

He walked over towards me, towering over me a small bit. His hands were on my waist, pulling me closer towards him. His chest brushed against mine and I was pretty sure I was blushing. I slowly tilted my head up towards him. His small sarcastic smile that he got from his father was on his face and I lost it.

"Oh my gods," I muttered. I don't honestly know why I said that, but the mix of sea-green eyes and the messy black hair got to me. I began feeling warm. His hand reached up, messing with my gray stripe of hair. "You know," he began. "You're cute when you're blushing."

"So, I'm not cute any other time?" I smiled.

"Well, good thing I know a few ways of making you blush more."

That made me blush more. He leaned forward, finally kissing me. It was a good, proper kiss. No one was watching. Just a couple doing what couples are supposed to do.

Slowly, he pushed me against the wall, trying not to make any sound. His hands reached up, holding my cheeks. My hand reached to his bicep, feeling under his cloth. His hand fell down to my shirt, tugging at the bottom. "Ads," he groaned, slowly biting my lip.

He slowly made his way to his button up shirt, fumbling with the first button. The first button popped off, then Percy leaned back onto me, fiercely. "Percy..." I mumbled.

"Ssh," he whispered. "C'mon, princess. Work with me."

He grabbed my waist, then picked me up, so I was straddling his waist. I wrapped my legs around his waist, before he grabbed my thighs, tightening his grip on me. He kissed my neck, sucking on placing which he knew made me weak. "Oh, gods," I groaned, and he smiled, going to the other side.

"What about your parents? And Tyson?" I asked, breathless.

He stopped kissing me for a moment, and rolled his eyes. "Just shut up, Lancaster, and fucking kiss me."

My hands traveled up his bare back, under his shirt, which he continued to pry at the buttons. Little by little, his chest was bare, but he didn't pull it off his back. "You're going to leave a mark," I said, as he began sucking on my neck.

"I better." He began sucking harder against my skin. I held onto him tighter, as a part on me prayed this didn't ever end.

"Damn, Adiraleise," he moaned, his hands traveling up to my hair. Percy brought me over to his bed, and set me down. I continuesly pressed my lips against his, as he slightly pressed his tongue against mine.