Three days in the infirmary a Solangelo Fanfic

Words are Hard

A/N: I just want to put a little warning here, it gets a little hotter than warm during this chapter. It won't get overtly smutty but it may make some younger readers uncomfortable. You've been warned.

Nico

I didn't expect it to be so hard to talk about and show my art to Will. But I surprised myself with how much emotion I had poured out into my art, I never realized just how bad it sucked to know when people were dying. I had just let everything become numb and now that I was letting myself feel I felt everything. It reminded me just how bad it hurt when Bianca had died and why I had let myself become numb in the first place.

I sat there, curled up in Will's lap, crying. He kept telling me to let it all out and that he was here for me, so I let myself bawl my eyes out. My body was wracked with sobs and even if I wanted to stop, I couldn't. I let myself be vulnerable and told Will just about everything.

I told him what I'd done, I told him every regret and everything I missed. I told him why I hated myself, while discovering many of these things for myself at the same time. I told him many of my fears and even described my trauma. I spilled the truth about Tartarus and what going through it alone felt like. I told him about being trapped in the jar and what it's like to go a week without air. I told him about my nightmares and why I wake up screaming sometimes.

I don't really know what I was expecting in terms of a reaction from him, but I don't think I was expecting what did happen. He slid his warm fingers under my chin, lifting my head up so that our eyes met. He had so many emotions on his face, concern, sadness, compassion, and then he kissed me. It was tender and sweet but soon escalated as my emotions overtook his. I think I stopped thinking, my emotions clouding all judgment.

Will

The number of things Nico had gone through was difficult to process. I felt so many things and didn't know how to respond when he finished. I did something that even surprised me a little and kissed him. I let this kiss do all the talking, I let Nico know I was here for him, I let him know that even if I couldn't fully understand what he'd gone through that I would try.

Nico shared with me that he didn't want to think, and I was oh so happy to oblige. It was certainly surprising at first to learn that Nico was, in general, a rougher kisser. But I loved it so I let him lead.

He bit my lip and slid his tongue into my mouth, our tongues danced and fought like two well-trained swordsmen. Our hands were tangled in each other's hair as I leaned back so that I was lying on the floor and Nico was straddled above me. Nico's hands moved under my shirt, his touch sending a shudder through me, and I might've moaned. I felt Nico pause at the sound but then he only got rougher.

It's been maybe twenty minutes, I'm not sure. All I know is that I have to stop or we'll probably go too far.

"Nico," I say, breathlessly, "We should stop," I tried and failed to suppress a moan as Nico kissed my neck.

"But do you want to?"

"No, but-" I got cut off by Nico's lips. I had to use all my self-control to not give in to my wants (and what currently felt like needs) and flipped us so that Nico was the one with his back to the ground. I gave him one last peck on the lips and then stood up. I offered Nico my hand and he took it, but as I lifted him to his feet I could see that he wasn't done. It was written all over his face.