[She shifts closer and his hands tighten at her waist, encouraging that. Percy loves it when she's close to him, but her body being pressed against his like this is a whole other level. There's a quiet, nervous tremor in his gut at the prospect, but he sits on it. He has something to prove, after all.
On hand stays at her waist, but the other skims up her torso. He cups her face, thumb absently sliding back and forth over her cheek as he tilts his head to the side a little, deepening the kiss. Still not close enough.]
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On hand stays at her waist, but the other skims up her torso. He cups her face, thumb absently sliding back and forth over her cheek as he tilts his head to the side a little, deepening the kiss. Still not close enough.]