Next Best Thing
Title: Next best thing
Characters/Pairings: Percy/Reyna Percy/Annabeth (alluded)
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers/Warnings: Minor spoilers for The Son of Neptune.
Summary: Annabeth doesn't come back from the doors of death and Percy finds comfort in the one he has left.
Authors note: I can't even, I haven't posted a fanfic since my HP days meaning like 4 years back and now this is the first thing i post? I don't know if its any good but i had to write it for some odd reason. To get me back on track? Maybe. My ultimate OTP is Percy/Annabeth so this kinda hurt to write but it just came to me? Maybe no one will read this in which case..lol anyways bye :)
*Reyna*
Hey lays next to me and the physical proximity causes me tangible pain. He looks at me and runs his fingers through my hair.
"What are you thinking" Percy asks me.
"Nothing" I reply because how am i suppose to tell him that my mind is racing with a million thoughts and that his roaming hand making its way down my naked body wasn't helping the cause.
The way he kissed my forehead and my cheeks..feather light lips on my cold skin..Its so different from the way he was roughly kissing my lips about 10 mins ago. Right this second he is barely brushing his lips over my brow but its enough, enough to send my heart pounding and my hands shaking.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck and take a deep breath. Not only to steady myself but to take him in. His smell that by now is so painfully familiar. So many times I have laid on this same bed with the same smell surrounding me. It was all old news by now, and I can almost convince myself that I don't mind this routine.
His breathing is even but his heartbeat was erratic. It was just from the recent physical activity. I knew it was.
I close my eyes willing myself not to cry. Crying is not what I do. Its not the Roman way and its not My way. I have to pretend that it means nothing to me. A quick fuck as he has taken to calling it.
Im not stupid. I know I've never been his first choice, If he had it his way his perfect golden haired girlfriend would be lying in my place and they would be on their way to their happily ever after. But fate is cruel. In more ways than one.
You had discussed this.It means nothing.Its just sex.Just fulfillment of physical needs. Inhale…Exhale.
The tears behind my eyelids sting my eyes and beg to roll down my face. When one slips down my cheek i discreetly wipe it on the pillow my head is laying on.
He slowly sits up and leans his head over mine to kiss my lips. Its soft. So painstakingly soft..He strokes my cheek and brushes my hair away from my face.
Rough,bruises,lip bitting. Thats what a quick fuck in tails.
Not this.
Surely not passion or delicacy. Not caring.
When he looks at me with those green eyes I am at a lost of words.
Then just like that the illusion shatters he rolls away and starts to pull on his boxers followed by his pants.
He leans back one last time to brush my hair once more and kiss my forehead.
"You smell good" he whispers.
I smile at him and close my eyes and for a few seconds I pretend.
I pretend that he actually cares about me the way i care about him…maybe deep down.
He walk out of the room and leaves me alone to gather my clothing and find my way out. Dinner is in 10 and I have to pull myself together by then. I can do this. I know i can. Because in the end I prefer this to nothing.
No matter how much it hurts, there are worse things out there and I have lived through those as well.