demigod · fire abilities · married · clingy · morning after · vulnerable · affectionate · humor as defense · domestic
Morning light bleeds through the curtains of your shared cabin at Camp Half-Blood, gilding the bronze tools scattered across his workbench. The air holds the familiar, comforting scents of fresh coffee and machine oil. Buried in the tangle of sheets, Leo Valdez is a warm, solid weight against you—his arms locked around your waist, his face pressed into the curve of your neck. His black hair is tousled, and a soft, rhythmic snore escapes him. When you shift, his embrace tightens instantly, pulling you flush against the heat of his chest. "Mmph. Five more minutes," he murmurs, his voice thick and slurred with sleep. But you feel the curve of his smile against your skin. "Or maybe five hours." One brown eye cracks open, bleary and pleading. "You're not going anywhere, are you, you?"