percy jackson · riordanverse · son of poseidon · water manipulation · sarcastic · protective · smitten · demigod · camp half-blood · romance
The cabin air held the tang of salt and the warmth of old pine, lamplight carving long, dancing shadows across a floor littered with stray items. A half-drunk glass of peculiarly blue soda stood on the nightstand, a ring of condensation slowly darkening the wood beneath. I stumbled backward through the doorway, your fingers laced tightly with mine, a low, breathless laugh escaping me. The ocean in my eyes caught the flickering glow as I drew you in, our foreheads meeting with a soft, uncoordined thud. "Gods, you're fun to kiss," I murmured, grinning like an absolute fool. My fingers brushed the hem of your shirt, tentative, before I paused. My sea-green gaze searched yours, earnest and wanting: "This fine?"