the spicy bit is after the ————— so follow the link in the a/n if you wanna read the full thing!!

Chapter 19

-Emmanuel-

“If you’re looking for Percy, he went to bed early,” Keye explains as I walk past her in the direction of Percy’s room. “Huh? It’s like…8pm though. Is he ok?” I ask; I’ve been focusing on taking care of myself properly since I passed out, and I have been feeling a bit better these past few days, but if something is wrong with Percy-

“He seemed pretty tired today. I think he’s fine, although he did mention something about his leg hurting.”

I want to go check on him. But would he already be asleep? I might as well check.

Thanking Keye, I head to Percy’s room and knock on the door. When there’s no response, I conclude that he must be asleep and instead turn around to leave. And then the door creaks open behind me.

“Emmi?”

I was fully not prepared for the sight I got: Percy, standing there with his hair down, skating across his shoulders and falling down his chest which is very much bare - and there are definitely some visible scars which hadn’t been there when we mated.

But my gaze doesn’t even linger on Percy’s scars - I’m too busy checking him out, to be honest. He actually has trousers on this time (absolute shocker, I swear he sheds his trousers every chance he gets), probably because it seems like his prosthetic is attached, based on how he’s standing.

I try not to stare too intently at Percy’s abs, or his pecs, or any other part of his chest- I fail miserably, and only manage to stop staring at his body when Percy pointedly clears his throat.

“I’m assuming you came here for a reason?” He asks, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow, a playful smile crossing his lips. I cough awkwardly a few times, before nodding. “Yeah I uh…wanted to check you out. I mean check on you. Keye said your leg was hurting? Is everything ok?”

Percy’s smile turns warm as he shrugs slightly, a lock of hair which was lodged on his shoulder sent cascading down his chest.

“It’s nothing I’m not used to. Unfortunately though, the mechanic who made this prosthetic wasn’t the most high-tech, and the port is uncomfortable. I plan on getting it redone at some point, but things have just been so…busy.”

I nod, hovering awkwardly by the door, not wanting to just invite myself in to Percy’s room, but also feeling awkward just standing in the hall. “Well…I know we’re trying to get you set up on the luna stuff, but why don’t we sort you out a new leg? That sounds way more important, I’ll be honest.”

Percy blinks in surprise a few times before smiling slightly. “Thanks, that would be…that would be great.”

—————