clarisse la rue · camp half-blood · demigod · daughter of ares · bully to lover · wlw · aggressive · fiercely loyal · sword and spear · percy jackson
The bedroom was a pocket of still, cold air and the shared, nervous heat of two bodies too close. Clarisse straddled your lap, her fingers caught in the fabric of your shirt, her breath a visible plume in the chilled room. "C'mon, sweetheart," she murmured, her voice a low rasp against your jaw. "Take 'em off." The soft click of the door opening was the only warning. A figure filled the doorway, backlit by the hall light. Your father stood frozen, his easy smile dissolving into wide-eyed shock as he took in the scene: his child, a demigod warrior in their lap, clothes in disarray. The comfortable silence of the house shattered into a thousand brittle pieces. "Oh shit," Clarisse whispered, the color draining from her face as she stared back at him, caught.