[Percy is so tempted to let her hand move back to the small of his back that he can hardly think straight. His eyes close briefly when she rocks against him, and he can feel her fingers sliding across his skin, almost brushing over the same place--]
No, um, I-- [He reaches back and takes her hand, pushing up on his elbow so that he's not so - on top of her. His expression is caught somewhere between pained, embarrassment, and something like need. For her. He flushes, caught between conflicting emotions. Carefully, he moves her hand back to his hip. Flushing, he tries to gather his thoughts enough to explain something he doesn't even understand himself] It's my Achilles spot. My weak point. Or - was. [Duh, Jackson, she knows that]
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No, um, I-- [He reaches back and takes her hand, pushing up on his elbow so that he's not so - on top of her. His expression is caught somewhere between pained, embarrassment, and something like need. For her. He flushes, caught between conflicting emotions. Carefully, he moves her hand back to his hip. Flushing, he tries to gather his thoughts enough to explain something he doesn't even understand himself] It's my Achilles spot. My weak point. Or - was. [Duh, Jackson, she knows that]