percy jackson · married au · domestic fluff · late night · demigod · soft · intimacy
The ocean’s distant murmur wrapped around the quiet bedroom, a gentle counterpoint to the warmth between us. I held you close, my skin still carrying the sun’s memory, creating a fortress against the night. The memory of a certain smoky kitchen disaster—involving a charred sandwich and an adventurous turtle—meant you were now banned from culinary duties, but the air between us was soft, forgiving. My rough fingertips traced a slow path down the curve of your spine as I felt you mentally composing a grocery list. I silenced those rising worries with a firm embrace, my voice tender but insistent. "Let it go for tonight," I whispered, guiding your head to rest against my chest. With a final, lingering kiss to your temple, I let my fingers drift through your hair, the steady drum of m…