Silver or Black (Thalico) Book 1 [COMPLETED]

Caught

((So, new chapter! Yay!

PLEASE READ!!!!!!!! >>>Ok, so, you should know, I don't write sex fanfictions. This chapter is going to seem like stuff happens, but DONT WORRY! I don't write that.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or HOO

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Thalia's POV

The alarm wailed.

I rolled over trying to smack the damn thing. I swear I hit every part of the night stand that wasn't the clock, at least four times. ((hehe. Four, its my favorite number. Divergent fans will get why.))

I finally managed to turn it of and rolled back over, trying to get back to sleep.

"Dont you have to go now?" Nico mumbled sleepily.

"I don't want to." I replied. Snuggling up against him.

"Thalia, believe me, I want you to stay, but the hunters are gonna catch you if you don't leave soon."

"Leave me alone.... I just wanna sleep."

"Oh my gods, Thalia?"

"What?" I looked up confused. His eyes where the size of meatballs.

"Looks at the time."

I looked over, "OH SHIT! " This is not good! The alarm was set to wake us up at 5:30 am so I had time to sneak back to the hunters. Its 10:30 am! We did this every morning, why did the alarm clock suddenly decide that its a good day for us to die?!

"Its ok." he said.

I looked at him. "What do you mean its ok?!"

He chuckled "Thalia, your the queen of lying, I'm sure you'll come up with something."

I rolled my eyes "Is that the best compliment your capable of?"

"No."

"Prove it."

We both sat up.

"Well, for starters, your beautiful, funny, sarcastic, have amazing music taste."

"Continue." I was smiling now.

"Your style is just plain amazing! Your a good kisser, your attractive, your brave, your a good fighter, your powerful. And so, so, much more. I can't even begin to name all of your good qualities."

(( coming up Is a part that my sound like I'm gonna write sex fanfiction. I do not write that! Promise so don't worry.))

I sat there, just staring into his beautiful, dark brown eyes that I us to be so confused by. But now I know what that emotion he looks at me with is. The emotion that no one else looks at me with, that emotion is love. Nico Di Angelo truly loves me. And I love him back, so so much.

He put his hand on the back of my head and pulled me in.

my hands flew to his hair, tangling themselves in it.

He put his hands on my waist, rubbing up and down and keeping me close.

I felt his tongue brush my lips so of coarse I let him in.

Our tongues battle for dominance and I find my hands leaving his hair. sneaking under his t shirt, they pull it off.

I feel his hands brush the bottom of mine, and I know this needs to stop, problem is, I don't want to stop, I don't know if I can.

Slowly they slip under and start to bring it up. I need to stop him but I don't, and soon I don't have a shirt on.

My hands seem to have a mind of their own as they move towards his jeans.