Percabeth One-Shots

Him

Part two of 'her' (suggestive themes)

THIRD PERSON POV:

He was fighting at the arena again, Annabeth couldn't bring herself to care, not with sweat running down his chest, perfectly carved and golden, strong biceps contracting as he jabbed at the dummy once again, steady, strong hands, veins popping at the movement, jawline sharp enough to cut diamond, deliciously pink lips, sea green eyes that lit up whenever he saw her.
His hair was sticking to his neck and his forehead, oh so delicately reminding her of the events of the previous nights, his posture was confident, steady like the tides, his movements smooth, she knew that he could do that blindfolded. The thought made her shiver.
She loved every bit of him, all hers...
The gorgeous skin that would touch hers delicately, the hands that would grasp her hair tightly as his mouth moved against hers, swallowing her whole, a carnivorous hunger only she could see, the need, the desire, the passion that ran through his veins, the honey-like taste of his tongue, the salty flavor of his skin, the arms that would hold her against the counter as his tongue worshipped her, kneeling down, mouthing her name like an endless prayer. He was her heaven, her sin, her most divine love.

That was 240 words, struggled a little to write that since I kept getting distracted, hope you guys like it and have a good day/night!