²𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐊 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐃𝐘✸ percy jackson

XI.

MΛЯK ӨF ΛƬΉΣПΛ

"OH...YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE."

Daylight seeped through the glass floor when Frank's voice reached her ears. Her half-awake brain could hardly process what was going on. She felt her body bare, besides a thin wool blanket she was tangled into. Along with someone else's bare chest pressed to her back.

That was when flashes of what she did a few hours ago with Percy entered her mind. Muffled lewd sounds, burning touches. One second they were kissing heavily and clothes were being shed, the next Percy was stumbling to sickbay to get them a condom...

Lucia jolted completely awake as the memories hit her. Her arms flailed as she scrambled to wrap the second blanket they grabbed last night to cover herself with. She tugged the sheets up around her body as she stood, not realizing that she was sharing it with Percy. Lucky for him and Frank, he only flopped over, sleeping with his chest down and face to the side.

Lucia yelped and folded the blanket they were lying on to cover him with. She winced when she realized the consequences of last night on his back.

oops...

Finally, she blinked at Frank awkwardly, "Uh, that? We just—"

Percy groaned, he tried to reach out for the warm body that was just next to him. "Mmm," He whined, frowning. "Mmm"

"Percy." She crouched down, holding a strong grip on her blanket. Lucia shook his shoulder in an attempt to wake him, "Percy. get up."

"One more?" He stirred through a sleepy haze. She could hear him grinning.

"Percy! Frank is here!" She cried, loud enough to finally break through his fatigue.

His eyes fluttered open, he wiped drool off his chin.

Percy ran a hand through his mussed hair while keeping himself covered with the blanket.

When he faced Lucia and Frank, there was a mix of horror, sheepishness, and amusement in his expression. He was also blushing as red as strawberries.

Then he stood and almost tripped on the dispersed clothing.

Frank stood frozen at the entry of the stable door. His eyes averted as if the sight of them together might burn him.

"Frank...Hey man," Percy rubbed his puffy eyes with one hand. The other held the blanket around his lower waist. "Uh, what's up?"

Lucia smacked his shoulder.

"Ow!"

Frank swallowed. He was dressed in running shoes, dark cargo pants, and a Vancouver Winter Olympics T-shirt with his Roman centurion badge pinned to the neck. 

"Everyone thinks you've been kidnapped," He warned. "We've been scouring the ship. When Coach Hedge finds out—oh, gods, you've been here all night?"

Percy didn't even try to hide his satisfaction, or maybe he just couldn't.  "Oh, Yeah."

Lucia's mind wandered to him saying those same words as he towered over her.

"Percy!" She felt a hot warmth rising to her chest and her freckled face. She glared at him but she felt more embarrassed at where her mind ended up. "You are so not helping!"

"We'd better..." Frank pointed to the stable doors. "Uh, we're supposed to meet for breakfast. Would you explain what you did—I mean not in detail. I mean...No, Oh gods. I mean. I really don't want that faun—I mean satyr—to kill me."