Nico Di Angelo Fluff And One-Shots

Wanting To Keep It That Way

Possible Blood of Olympus spoilers, just putting it out there!

He looked down towards your limp figure, curled up beside him under the covers. He felt the fabric of his own black shirt shift against his bare chest as you moved in your sleep, shuffling closer to him and sighing. After his awkward crush on Will Solace (Seriously, he had thought those were never going to end) he had been alone for several months, convinced that he was destined to be alone forever. Then, on one bitterly cold winters day, he had run into you. Literally, he had been out for a jog in the early morning and ran right into you, knocking you into a puddle of sludge. It had been an extremely awkward moment, as you were shivering and he had taken you to his nearby apartment to warm up. Plus, you were an attractive girl. This was strange, as he was gay, but he found the urge to kiss you growing as he got to know you. Your long hair and smooth skin begging to be touched by his hands. Better yet, you were a demigod, a daughter of Hecate. You could control the mist, like Hazel, and you were absolutely stunning. It had been a long, hard journey through the friend zone to get you, and now that he had you, he wasn't giving you up. He loved you, and would tell you everyday. As his eyes traced your figure, noting that your (his) shirt had ridden up around your ribcage, his cheeks tinted with a blush as he thought back to last night, your soft moans and gasps in the dark as he touched you in your most intimate places. He was embarrassed to say that those sounds you made drove him mad with lust, as you had found out. He could still see a couple of bruises on your neck and shoulders, a large one on your collarbone denoting your sweet-spot. He found this view of you, vulnerable and asleep, yet marked with his presence, alluring and lovely, easily level with any greek goddess. You were his own personal goddess, and he intended to keep you that way.