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amused huff as she closes the distance , tilting the chin as she does so . “Not nearly enough , hm ? After all this time , you’d think I’d have learned that you always require proper emphasis.” He simpers , “hello , m’dear.”

—— aware he has just made a very bad decision and choosing it anyway .

—— moment before it can think better of itself , spare hand surging up into her hairs at the back of her head. Any pretense of restraint burns away as he deepens it , heat flaring between them , the steam swallowing the sound of his grunt as he kisses her like a man fully ——

—— said evaporates. Every defense he prides himself on fails at once. Her whisper cuts cleanly through him and simply , that’s all he can take. Percy surges forward and crashes his mouth to hers , reckless and heated , the kiss hungry as though he means to devour the ——

—— almost laughably clear how little stands between restraint and his ruin. He feels her beneath the water , it’s unyielding , and the sensation robs him of a breath he hadn’t realized he was holding. The moan slips as does a swell. Every clever thing he might have ——

The contact sends a jolt straight through him , undoing whatever resolve he had left. He watches her mouth , the way she wets her lips , the fraction of distance she closes herself , and it becomes ——-

pecks a cheek .

—— beneath the water , heat blooming where he touches her , the hipbone unfamiliar , but grounding and betraying him all at once. He does not look away from her eyes , he kept the hold . intentionally , his lips nearly rouge across hers but the tiniest of air keeps them apart.

—— till , “You always were ,” his confession disguised as wit. “Reckless , I mean. It’s one of your more … *devastating qualities.” He speaks too much , he knows but she listens , and that has always been his undoing but is his action … and his other hand finds her waist ——

—— fingertips. He watches her tilt her head , a minute adjustment that nonetheless lands like a challenge. It draws him in despite himself. He leans closer , enough that he can feel her breath against his face . The sensation settles low in his chest and stays there ——

—— allowed himself even an inch of honesty. The contact is electric , wrong , and unbearably right. He should pull away. He doesn’t want to. He lets her touch the damage she helped create and refuses to flinch from it or from the guilt that flickers and fades beneath her ——-

Steam curls thick around Percy’s shoulders , the world reduced to heat , stone , and the woman far too close to him. He is painfully aware of the way the water laps at their skin , of how little space remains between them , of how easily he could close it if he ——-

𝘞𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺... ‣ Revived Vex'ahlia portrayal ‣ [N]SFW ‣ Bisexual muse; slight female lean ‣ Crossover friendly ‣ Multiship ‣ ♡/⇄

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Ahhh , all clicks now. She remembers he’s enormous , then snuggling him is a choice. If she forgets , it’s an accident. And he knows vex has always preferred plausible deniability when it comes to terrible , *wonderful decisions.

—— holding contact intensely, “informative.” His mouth curves faintly , dangerously close to a smile. “It reveals priorities. Thresholds. Control or the lack thereof. So , what do you lack , doctor?”

—— a subtle response from him like alignment back for his posture. He leans in just enough to close part of the distance she’s stolen . “And escalation ,” he continues quietly , her word returned to her with deliberate care, “is not inherently reckless. It is,” eyes are ——

—— now , too close to be accidental , too deliberate to be innocent and Percy’s hand beads from their toy along the surface of the water , droplets glazing a touch , curl around her wrist and still it against his chest. Could she feel the scars ? Her proximity draws ——-

“Provocation ,” he pronounces quietly after the matter , the word shaped with care and isn’t cured from disdain nor fully indulgence. More like analysis braiding the pull of his mind like it always has. “Yes. I suspected as much.” Her closeness is unmistakable ——

you will have to remind your sister of this as well .