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“Do you think I’m hot?” Thalia asks abruptly. Well, maybe such a question’s been expected, considering that Thalia spent half an hour glued to the mirror, but Luke is too preoccupied with devouring chocolate chip cookies to see that coming.
“Huh?” Luke mumbles, chewing, unsure if he heard correctly.
Thalia turns away from a badly polished motel mirror to stare right at him.
“Am I hot?” She repeats, clear and loud, and comes closer to the bed where he brought his cookies to devour them under the blanket. The blanket is soft and warm, and neither of them give a fuck about the crumbs, so Luke enjoyed warmth and cookies in relative peace.
And now Thalia hangs above him expectantly, her arms folded on her chest, her eyes glinting with playful curiosity and something else, hidden underneath. Luke gives her an are-you-serious look, but obediently takes his time to check her out.
It’s not like he doesn’t see her every day of every week of the last couple of years. He remembers her appearance, maybe in a bit more detail than necessary. At any time of day and night, in any season and condition. He also knows the warmth of her body beside or above his own, cradled in his arms to sleep in warmth and safety. He knows her softness when she cradles him, holding in her arms as she lets him rest. They seek comfort in cuddles too often to bring it up at their traditional morning bickering without stumbling at mutual needy vulnerability — but they climb into the other’s arms for a night anyway. Well, not always, more often than not they take shifts sleeping for safety reasons, and cuddling is forbidden because it unavoidably means falling asleep together — but they still seek time to cuddle, their neediness edging with desperation. And when they don’t cuddle, they find other ways to touch. Luke doesn’t know how many times he fell asleep with her hand in his hair, on his shoulder, with her legs thrown over him, pinning him to the ground with the heavy warmth, with their legs entangled, on her soft lap that made her extra grumpy but never enough to say no to him, with his hand over her leg, or holding her thin ankle through his sleep.
Luke hasn’t tried so far, but he feels in his bones that he won’t be able to sleep without feeling her warmth. And neither will Thalia, as they figured it out at one wretched week when Thalia got so profoundly pissed at Luke after an especially devastating fight that she was physically unable to look in his direction, let alone touch him, so avoided him as much as possible without splitting up for good or leaving him unprotected. And that made Thalia unable to sleep for a whole week until she fainted, exhausted, and Luke had no other choice but to force her to rest. Thalia reluctantly admitted the necessity too and fell asleep, curled up by his side, tense and broken, touching him as little as possible. Luke, watching her like that, choked on guilt and bitter worry, intertwined with weary exasperation. Afterwards they began sleeping together no matter how hard they fight or how they crave a break.
So, Luke knows how Thalia looks and how her body feels. He knows how she smells as well, that mix of demigod scent of ozone and chilly autumn drizzle and the natural scent of her own, savoury and vaguely bittersweet when she’s pressed to him for a night so neither of them’d get cold, and Luke hides his face in the crook of her bony shoulder, in ticklish curls of her dark hair, and breathes in calmly, drifting to sleep.
And even considering all that, it never crossed Luke’s mind to assess her in the category of attractive, let alone hot. Thalia is the one he admires in all her fierce glory and unyielding willfulness, the one he cherishes and adores with a force close to disturbing, because she is the only one in his entire life he’s able to keep by his side and cherish.
And now, checking her out… It’s like Luke sees Thalia for the first time, from an angle he never expected to see her.
The dim light in the dead of night, because it’d kill their eyes to turn on proper lighting, and the delight of enjoying herself for the first time in a really long time smooths her features, taking away sharp edges of stress, exhaustion or worry. It’s been even longer since they spent the night at a hotel — this time even legally — and the mere fact is more than enough to get them elated. Both of them took a proper shower, first Luke, then Thalia, and her hair-care took so impressively long that Luke, killing time as he waited for her, got dinner, ate his half, got snacks for both of them, ate half as well, got cola and cookies and devoured them now. He turned the TV on and off at least seven times, checking if he’d find something entertaining. He even tried to take a nap, but it was pointless without Thalia by his side, so he gave up soon.
She finally left the shower, wrapped in a towel that was barely enough to cover her — Luke didn’t bat an eye at that, Thalia in various stages of nakedness has become a natural part of his life a long time ago, as well as undressing on his own with her nearby. Then she took whatever she needed and got lost for good again, this time keeping the bathroom door open so the air’d circulate and they’d chat. They both kinda suck at separating for long.
When Thalia is eventually done, she gets glued to the mirror, staring at her own reflection much longer than Luke’d ever handle staring at himself. And Luke, wrapped in a blanket, chews his cookies and sips cola, thinking ‘that’s weird, but she seems happy, so whatever’.
He guesses the reason is that both of them got new clothes, ones of decent quality and even preferred designs as they managed to get enough money to afford being picky. And Thalia got an eyeliner and black nail polish that made her beam happily so bright that she seemed a completely different person. And now, after a shower, she dressed up to enjoy feeling clean and pretty.
Thalia spent eternity applying her eyeliner in concentrated silence, and Luke got so fed up with chatting on his own that he started teasing her to attract her attention. He succeeded eventually, and she, saying that she needs to practice more if she hopes to preserve her skill, applied eyeliner to him as well. And then they painted each other’s nails because what’s the point of stopping mid-way, really.
And now Luke checks her out. Her black clothes, stylish enough to be enjoyable and plain enough to remain comfortable on the run. The way her soft longsleeve delicately covers up her lean thinness, and her pants cling to the gentle curves of her hips. How her outfit lacks a leather jacket, softening her look, because it’s warm enough to take it off inside. Her face, her breathtakingly harmonic features — and what choice do they have besides being gorgeous, they are children of literal gods. Her eyes, big and deeply brown, sharply expressive anytime, even sharper with eyeliner on.
“Yeah.” Luke admits easily. “You’re pretty hot.”
“Took you long enough.” Thalis rolls her eyes, exasperated, and her eyeliner draws Luke’s attention to the motion way more effectively than Luke’d expect. Then she jumps onto bed, almost crushing Luke down, and steals a cookie out of his hand as if there isn’t a whole pack lying right in front of her.
They finish a pack in comfortable silence, her ankle lying on his, separated by blanket but still sharing warmth. Luke is sure as hell they shouldn’t’ve spent so much money at once, and snacks are definitely excessive, and there’ll later be days when they’ll hate their today-selves for leaving them to choose between hunger and theft — but neither of them care. They need to indulge themselves recklessly from time to time if they want to preserve any desire to remain in this world. And they totally aim to grace this world with their presence for longer.
Plus, it’s too easy to lose a grip on their thriftiness considering where they got this money from. In the morning, wound up after the usual dose of bickering and having already killed a couple of monsters, Luke waited for Thalia to return from the gas station’s restroom. And just like that he got catcalled by another monster, non-mythological this time around, who offered some pretty good payments for some pretty disgusting activities. Thalia, who sneaked up on them, got so legendary pissed that she pushed the mortal away, applying more power than she should’ve, and the man got accidentally electrocuted.
“Well, I guess he lost a fight with a wiring.” She concluded dryly and kicked the corpse with her heavy dirty boot. Luke searched through the man’s pockets and was surprised to discover that he indeed had money. The total sum was more than enough to cheer them up, soothing the remaining tension, even if they had to run away from that town, just in case.
Luke reluctantly gets up to throw away the empty cookie pack, washes his hands, staring at his nail polish, kind of liking how it looks but clearly unaccustomed to having his nails painted, then grabs a couple of new cola cans and returns. Thalia half-lays above the blanket, and Luke doesn't even try to get back underneath because he’s too lazy to plead Thalia move her majestic ass aside so she’d spare him some space. He sighs sadly, though, but Thalia remains oblivious to his sadness.
Luke takes a gulp of cola, puts it away and lays on his stomach. Thalia savours hers leisurely, then puts it away as well and lays down by his side.
Luke feels her staring.
“Did I smudge my eyeliner?” He asks.
“No.” Thalia replies. She lays her head on her elbow to make herself comfortable as she keeps on. It’s not like she doesn’t watch Luke a hundred times a day, but now her leisure stare on his skin somehow feels different. Not disturbing, but unexpected.
Luke turns his head to stare right back at her. She handles it for half a minute, then huffs, giving up, and averts her face.
Then Thalia crawls closer to throw her arm and leg over him, because no way they wouldn’t become touchy lying in a clean warm bed, both of them clean and fed and content. Luke doesn’t mind the heaviness as long as he gets to feel her warmth.
Her cheek rests on his shoulder, which is definitely uncomfortable but she doesn’t seem to care. Her curls cover his arm softly and her breath ghosts his neck — and they lied like that hundreds of times before, but somehow it feels different as well. Maybe because it’s the first time Luke admits his friend is hot, and now the said hot friend lies exactly as close as she usually does, but with addition of newly discovered unexpected attractiveness.
It’s comfort and good mood that is at fault, Luke swears. He’d never think something like that when cuddling in a tent, cold and miserable and hungry. He wouldn’t think how hot meaning attractive Thalia is — it’d be more likely ‘She is hot? Good. That means she is still alive’.
Thalia clings closer to Luke, and it makes him feel something he doesn’t usually feel in her embrace. Well, sometimes he might, if she’s too clingy in the morning, so warm and soft and close, and he isn’t fully awake yet and not chronically exhausted — but that is the moment of weakness, a natural yet unwanted urge, and that’s it. A quick escape to jerk off, and he is completely fine.
Both her closeness and his reaction to it make Luke nervous and his heartbeat increase. It feels good, thrilling, because he enjoys everything that is not ‘cold’ and ‘lonely’ and ‘miserable’ — and here he has the exact opposite. It’s also somewhat disturbing and supposedly might fuck up both him and their relationship in the ways he doesn’t want to think about.
“Such a good night.” Thalia murmurs. It sends shivers down Luke’s spine, because her voice suddenly turns out attractive too. Luke wonders what they add in cola nowadays. “We need to kill and rob people more.”
“Uh-huh.” Luke agrees absent-mindedly, not giving a thought to what he agrees to.
“I kill, you rob.” Thalia continues. “We’d be such a great team.”
“We already are.” Luke replies on autopilot. Thalia chuckles into his shoulder and tries to move closer. Luke turns on his side to hug her properly before she can settle comfortably.
Luke’s hand finds its place on her waist, hers somewhere on his side, their legs entangle, and her face is so close to his neck that he clearly feels the heat of her breath. It feels good. It also feels like Luke’s digging his own grave.
“Your heart’s beating too fast.” Thalia remarks bluntly. Luke can almost feel the brush of her lips on his neck when she speaks, and his grip on her waist tightens instinctively.
“No, it doesn’t.” Luke replies dryly, his composure intact if you don’t check his heartbeat.
“Yes, it does.” Thalia argues lazily. “I know your heartbeat, and usually it’s slower. You okay?”
“Uh-huh.”
“Bullshit.” She hums. Then she leans a bit closer. Luke doesn’t expect it, which is really stupid, considering everything he knows about their cuddles, and his breath hitches slightly before he can catch himself.
Thalia’s so close, and it’s deadly silent all around, the silence so deep it makes them clench to each other so it won’t creep them out, so of course she notices.
“Interesting.” Thalia comments, her quiet voice is almost as creepy as the silence surrounding them. Luke is, frankly, terrified. And then she says easily: “May I kiss your neck?”
“What?” Luke asks, more resembling a squeak. She scoffs.
“Your neck, my lips.” Thalia explains, unexpectedly patient. “Well?”
And that… that is definitely one of a few boundaries they haven’t crossed so far. Occasional kisses on a cheek don’t count. They aren’t sexual.
Luke considers it, careful to ignore the heat tightening in his belly at the images of what she suggests. They’re extremely touchy already, and it’s not that far from their constant cuddling. And maybe it’ll feel good. He can’t know for certain, he never experienced it besides wet dreams so rare they seem nonexistent, and yet...
“Okay.” At last, Luke murmurs softly.
“Okay.” Thalia replies, and then her lips taste the vulnerable quiver of his neck, soft and warm. Luke grips her waist helplessly as the kiss sends a jolt of electricity through his entire body — and her powers have nothing to do with it.
Thalia hums in satisfaction at his reaction, and then takes more, kissing again, bolder and wetter. Luke doesn’t know when he pulls her closer, or when she leans above him to get better access, or when her thigh slides between his legs and gets him terrified that he’d thrust up to seek friction. He knows all of it feels intoxicatingly good, warming him all over, and it makes him crave more — for the first time in his life and with the ferocity he never expected of himself.
And then Thalia pulls away, leaving him there, heated up and gasping for air.
“Damn.” She murmurs, sounding as breathless as Luke feels, and then takes her cola as if nothing happened.
He looks up at her. His arousal coils tightly in his belly, and she is still hot — and that is some kind of Medieval torture, but Luke totally saw that coming, so he has no one to blame but himself and his need of warmth and companionship.
Luke has nothing to do anyway, so he sits up, pulling down his hoodie as discreetly as he can, and joins her to drink cola. Well, he kind of has a pressing issue to handle, but his instincts say Thalia’d tease him forever if he leaves to jerk off now, so he hopes something’d distract her attention, and he’d excuse himself to the bathroom in peace. It’s never too late to start believing in miracles, Luke thinks.
Luke drinks, cola sweet on his tongue. He catches Thalia’s eyes, smoothly dark in the dim light. His gaze slides down to the outline of her mouth before he can stop himself, and the horny part of him wonders absent-mindedly how cola’d taste on her lips.
Luke averts his face, but still feels Thalia stare right back at him.
“Wanna kiss?” She asks, because never in her life she chose to beat about the bush.
“Yeah.” Luke replies, deciding it’s pointless to lie when he’s caught red-handed, and gathering all his courage to sound as nonchalant as Thalia seems. He’s fully aware he’s signing his own death sentence, and he consents to it.
Thalia puts away her cola and leans closer for a kiss. None of them knows how to do it, but Thalia exists out of pure stubbornness, and Luke’s a sucker for warmth, so they don’t mind taking their time to figure it out. Clumsy and unsure at first, but they get bolder when they find some kind of rhythm, chasing each other’s lips again and again.
Thalia’s lips are sugary sweet with cola, their addictive warmth heats Luke up from head to toes. She climbs onto his lap, his hands holding her waist, and Luke can’t help moaning softly as the heavy heat of her body pins him down, applying pressure right there his body craves it to be applied.
Thalia breaks the kiss to glance at him in surprise, and Luke stiffens, mortified. Then she moves her hips slowly right there to watch what kind of reaction she’d get out of him. Luke does his best not to moan again, but white-hot pleasure crushes him down, so good edging with too much, making his arousal way more intense than he ever managed to reach on his own, and he’s almost scared when he chokes on his own voice, clenching her waist for support.
Thalia lets out a laugh, taken aback, and tries to joke, her voice shaking a little: “Did you get a gun, or you’re so excited to see me?”
“You’re so funny.” Luke grumbles through the gritted teeth, his whole face burning.
“Sorry.” She mumbles and swallows nervously, her stare fixed somewhere behind Luke’s shoulder. “I… uh… can I ask something personal?”
“Go ahead.”
“Do you jerk off?”
Luke takes a deep breath, in and out. He doesn’t want to bring it up, but he doesn’t want to lie to her a bit more.
“Sometimes.” He manages to reply without stumbling on his answer.
“Okay. Me too.” Thalia murmurs, and Luke’s brain short-circuits as he does not imagine that. No, no, no, no, no. “So… Would you like to do something with this…” She moves her hips slightly, and Luke’s breath hitches. “...Or handle that on our own?”
Luke tries to think cold-bloodedly, to give in to vague disturbingly cold helplessness that goes hand in hand with white-hot intensity of arousal. But it’s nearly impossible when he has Thalia, painfully dear and addictively warm, on his lap, and he’s so damn horny. He concludes that her offer sounds kind of good, all things considered.
If sex messes up their established routine and boundaries even more than they already are, it’ll be future-Luke’s problem to handle, not his.
“Yeah, I’d like to deal with it together.” Luke blurts out before his hesitation takes over.
“Okay.” Thalia nods. Something about her careful nonchalance looks as nervous as Luke feels. “So… we’re doing it. Well, not exactly, we’re not getting that…” She moves her hips again, and Luke clenches her waist, shivering. Thalia can move like that some time without stopping, and it’d be all that Luke needs to come. “...Into me. For obvious reasons.”
“Uh-huh.” Luke agrees, breathless, not a single thought remaining in his mind. “Wh-what do you want us to do?”
“Well.” Thalia considers, biting her lip. “Undress, first.”
She gets up, and Luke takes his hoodie off, then T-shirt, while she takes off her longsleeve, remaining in a sports bra. Both of them freeze, staring at each other silently.
Without cover of clothes and constant touching, it gets uneasily cold, as if the night solitude of an unfamiliar town pours into the room with autumn wind and gloom, even if the windows are shut. Luke feels exposed, as if something might crawl up his spine to ghost his neck with frosty breath.
Something alike crosses Thalia’s mind as well, because she rushes forward and clings to him with feverish persistence. They’re certain they won’t get attacked here, neither by mythological monsters nor by the ones in their head, but the awareness is useless against paranoia.
Luke clenches his arms on Thalia’s body, ignoring the dead silence behind his back that makes hair stand on end. It’s not their first time when they cling to each other for safety, cuddling through the night. Providing a feeling of safety is what their companionship is meant for.
But it’s certainly their first time when they’ll fuck through it.
“Kiss me.” Thalia murmurs somewhere between order and plea, getting settled onto his lap. Luke obliges, holding her closer.
Her lips are hot against his, and the heat rekindles the cooled down arousal, making Luke melt, slowly but deliberately. His hands become bolder and wander around idly, and Thalia shivers, her breath hitching. Her body is as unhealthily thin as his, but her skin is silky soft, and Luke slides the tips of his fingers up and down to enjoy the softness, to admire the strength hidden underneath.
Thalia pulls away softly and chuckles breathlessly. Her eyes glint with need and something akin to hysterical, her eyeliner suiting her as cool as ever.
“We still kinda need to undress.” Thalia notices.
She takes her sports bra off before Luke can reply, and whatever Luke might’ve said gets stuck in his throat. Thalia undressed in his presence many times before, yes, and Luke caught a couple of glimpses out of the corner of his eyes, but he never took his time to stare at her breast properly, especially so close, and never chased the opportunity.
Luke isn’t sure how to react. The view is gorgeous, obviously, and the knowledge that Thalia’d never undress for him if she didn’t trust him more than she trusts herself makes something in him bleed with affection. But it vaguely feels a bit more than Luke’s prepared for, and Luke stiffens, uncertain what he’s supposed to do.
Thalia sees his hesitance, and with a huff takes his hand to guide, soothing the light tremble with uncharacteristically gentle caress of her fingers. Luke lets her.
Luke watches as his hand, guided by hers gently, covers her bony collarbones, and then slides lower. It looks surreal, and he absorbs through the haze the contrast of his greyish pale skin on hers, their matching nail colour. Luke watches his hand cup her breast, his touch doubtful and delicate. His hand doesn’t really feel like his.
He comes to his senses and makes himself display initiative before she begins wondering if something’s wrong, and pours a droplet of confidence into his touch. Her flesh is impossibly soft under his palm, so defenselessly tender, and Luke grips a little bolder, exploring the new territory.
Thalia giggles, and the sound obscurely resembles relief. Then she gasps as he gently caresses the nipple, clearly in pleasure, and Luke’s body responds accordingly, craving to get and hear and see more.
He puts both of his palms at her breast as confidently as if he really knows what he’s doing, leans to her neck with a soft wet kiss, and Thalia moans, low and breathless, grabbing his shoulders to steady herself. Her moan turns out to be even hotter than her voice, and its sound makes the heat in Luke’s belly coil tighter, forcing him to move his hips up in vain chase of relief. The realisation of what he did makes him burn with shame.
He clings to Thalia’s body with his lips, palms and tongue to distract her from whatever she might think of him, and she whimpers softly, tightening her grip on his bare shoulders and setting nails into his skin. Pain eases the need to hump her thighs chasing release, so Luke appreciates it.
Luke takes one of her nipples into his mouth, caressing with a tongue, and Thalia moans again, louder. Then she grabs his hair to pull him away, and he hisses.
“Y-you are a pain in the ass, Castellan.” Thalia accuses, her voice unsteady but attitude intact. Then she gets off him to lay on the bed and fights her pants to take them off.
Luke stares as Thalia arches on the bed, raising her hips to pull the pants off. Eventually she manages to free her legs, kicking his side in the process, and Luke crawls closer, towering above her. It makes her swallow, looking up on him. Her smooth brown eyes look vulnerable, almost scared, and Luke prays she knows he’d never, ever hurt her. The mere purpose of his life right now is to keep her safe, after all.
“You okay? We continue?” Luke asks gently, settling between her spread legs.
“Well, duh.” Thalia scoffs, her vulnerability dissolved in thin air. “Why do you think I’m lying here naked?” Then she thinks a bit and asks, quieter: “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good.” Luke replies, voice nonchalant. “I just wanna know… Why?”
Thalia bites her lip thoughtfully, then says, calm and quiet: “I want some fun. And sometimes I want to have fun like normal teenagers, not in ‘I killed twice more monsters than you did this week, how do you like that?!’ kind of way. And today’s so good, it’s everything I can wish for, and I feel so good and hot, and I kinda decided it’s now or never, and you agreed, and it’s fun so far, so…”
“So we go on.” Luke concludes. He catches Thalia’s grin before she grabs him to pull into the kiss. They make out sloppily, sharing their warmth, until they can handle it no more.
Luke breaks the kiss to move lower, trailing wet kisses down her neck, her breast, her stomach, and Thalia shivers, clenching cotton bedsheets to ground herself. Luke feels the gentle quiver of her body under his careful hands and lips, its silky softness, and moves lower, lower.
More to reassure himself than to tease, Luke dares to smirk at her, staring dead into her eyes, when he pulls off her underwear, and Thalia flushes. She’d strangle him for that if he didn’t prove himself so incredibly useful.
Thalia grips on the sheets tighter when Luke spreads her thighs, her skin delicately fragile and impossibly soft under his palms. He leans down to leave a gentle kiss on her belly, then lower, then lower, and she sucks in the air sharply, responding to the lightest touch.
“If you masturbate.” Luke murmurs. “Then I guess you know what you like. So tell me what to do, because I kinda have no idea.”
“And now I have to tutor you?” Thalia groans, impatient. “Fine.” She clears her throat and lowers her hand to touch herself right in front of Luke’s face. Luke, eyes wide, stares silently at her thin manicured fingers when she opens up her folds slightly to provide a better look. He tries not to stare at the pearly wetness just a little lower, but he can’t ignore the scent, savoury and sweet, that makes his mouth water. Neither can he ignore her bodyheat. “So. Here comes the most important introduction in your life. This is clit, and it is fucking sensitive.”
“Okay.” Luke replies calmly, with a slight hint of bewildered curiosity of a wanderer who discovered places he never dared to imagine discovering. It feels even more surreal now. “So, uh, I just..?”
“Do whatever.” Thalia mumbles, so Luke decides to follow the same tactic. He leans forward and licks.
Thalia grabs his hair so suddenly that she almost scares him. Luke is simply glad she didn’t lose control over her powers.
“I go on?” he asks gently, his thumb caressing the silky inner side of her thigh soothingly.
“Y-yeah, I– Yes.” She stammers, loosening her grip on his hair but not letting go. “Go on.”
Luke licks her clit again, slower, then again and again, observing her reaction attentively, guessing what feels best. He absorbs her shivering with his mouth and palms, breathes in her savoury scent, catches her muffled moans, every one of her breaths. He clearly sees he’s doing well, he’s making Thalia feel good, and it’s the closest to intoxication he’s ever been in his life.
Luke forces himself to fully focus on Thalia, but the heat between his legs is nearly unbearable, and tasting, hearing and feeling her only makes it worse. He’d rather bite his hand off than touch himself right in front of her, so he’s careful to keep his arms on her thighs and not an inch lower.
He gets bolder and slides his tongue lower to taste that pearly wetness. It makes his mouth water in greed to get more, more, more, and he feels like an animal. Luke isn’t so sure if that’s his animalistic, human part of him speaking, or another, divine one. He isn’t sure which one is scarier.
Thalia tugs at his hair to get his attention, and he pulls away immediately, licking his lip absent-mindedly and not giving a thought to it, until he catches her wide-eyed stare, glued to the motion.
“What?” Luke asks.
“Uh, can you put one finger inside of me?” Thalia asks, too horny to give a fuck about embarrassment. It’s no big deal, so Luke does, easily. She feels so hot and wet and tight there it’s maddening. “Yeah, ‘kay, great, now move it, applying some pressure to the lower par– ahh–”
“I guess I’m doing it right.” Luke notices. It seems like Thalia doesn’t hear him, so he’s unlikely to get kicked. He still can get fried with an accidental electric jolt, though.
Luke returns to licking her clit, fingering her carefully, and she grips on his hair for dear life, pulling him closer as if there’s any chance he’d abandon her right there and now. Her desperate breathless voice makes him light-headed, covering his mind with thick heated haze, and he holds onto her and her grasp for grounding.
It doesn’t take long to push Thalia over the edge, and Luke watches her at the peak, feels her clench on his finger, and it’s the most surreal thing he ever had to witness. Only a couple of hours ago it’d never cross his mind that he’d ever see Thalia like that.
The surreality doesn’t change the fact that knowing he gave Thalia all that pleasure somehow manages to get Luke even hornier.
Thalia lets go of his hair and pets his head gently, soothing away the pain her grip caused. Luke melts pliantly under her caress, always so desperate for affection.
“C’mere.” She calls quietly, her voice wrecked, and yet she’s so unusually soft, even tender. “Luke, come closer. Let me–”
Luke obeys and comes closer before his hazy mind fully grasps what coming closer implies. He falls into her arms, and she catches him carefully and pulls into the kiss. Her mouth on his feels so good, she’s so soft and close and warm that he whines into her lips needily. She breaks the kiss and murmurs something, but he’s too lost to get what she’s saying.
And then Thalia slides her arm along his body and clings closer to trail kisses down his neck, and for a second Luke’s vision goes white with raw terror of realisation that she’ll touch him as well, and make him come right in front of her, and watch him through all of this, and he nearly flinches. He considers refusing, or running away and never returning so he’ll never have to look into her eyes afterwards.
Will it become another thing they never talk about? Will they just do whatever and then pretend nothing happened in the morning? Will she regret it when they fight again? Will he fall asleep in her arms without his thoughts drifting to this memory?
Luke isn’t sure how to explain it to Thalia if he chickens out now, and it feels stupid, pointless when they’re already so far into this, when all the probable damage has already been done, so he forces himself to remain in place. And holds onto her, scared and helpless, when Thalia gets her gentle hand on him.
It feels good. So good, too good, too intense. Luke whines into her shoulder, he’s not sure if he’s not crying, and the pleasure eventually crushes him down so hard and sharply it’s bordering with pain.
He doesn’t register how or when Thalia lays him on the bed gently, and he’s almost completely useless when she tries to clean up a bit. He’s totally getting in a way when she struggles to get the blanket underneath him to cover both of them, but eventually they manage to get settled.
“Are you okay?” Thalia asks, quiet and serious.
“Uh-huh.” Luke mumbles indistinctly, too tired to speak properly. “Just… Overwhelmed. And tired.”
“Rest, then.” She replies, her voice gentle, too gentle to sound like hers. Luke hopes she isn’t concerned. There is nothing worthy of her worry, and she deserves her rest too. “Sweet dreams.”
Luke can’t find energy to say it back.