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Percy Dolarhyde was a character, boisterous, irresponsible, and plain damn rude. With his father being one of the most respected, if you could even call it that, men in the small community. Percy had grown up with a silver spoon in his mouth and ever since he learned his father would bail him out of trouble, he’d been causing it ever since.

Somehow Percy had become entangled in my life. I’m not really sure how it happened, it just did. One day he was arguing with some poor soul who was unfortunate enough to stumble upon him half-drunk at three in the afternoon. I was minding my own business, carrying a vase of fresh flowers to Maria in the saloon.

The one-sided argument was in full swing as I passed by the two men when Percy’s hand shot out and accidentally knocked the vase to the wooden porch. It shattered into what seemed to be thousands of pieces. A yelp of surprise left me at that moment, the loud sound also surprising Percy and the other man.

“Percy Dolarhyde,” I seethed, turning slowly to look at his red, sweating face. “I have had about enough of you.”

He looked at me from under his hat, hair sticking, wet with sweat, to the side of his face and neck. He shook his head and gave a bemused laugh like he couldn’t believe I had just spoken to him in such a tone.

“You can’t speak to me that way.” He said in a casual, snobby way.

“I can if I damn well please. Just because your father owns some cattle and most of the town doesn't mean shit to me, Percy.” I mouthed back. His face became even more inflamed, if he wasn’t so flushed from the heat of the sun and the alcohol, I swear the color would have gone up like the mercury in a thermometer, just a sheet of red slowly rising up his face.

“Now you listen here,” he started, pointing a long thin finger in my direction. I stood there expectantly, hands on my hips.

“What? Are you gonna call daddy? Go ahead Percy, call for your Pa. I’m not scared of either one of you.” I turned away from him so fast my skirts flared out.

Our argument has gathered a small crowd, it wasn’t every day that someone put the man in his place. Shaking my head, I bent down to my hands and knees to start picking up the broken shards of the vase and place them delicately into my apron to carry them back to my family's shop, the general store.

I was aware that Percy hadn’t moved from his spot behind me but I wasn't bothered by that. What did bother me though, was the fact that I could feel him staring down at me from where he stood in the dirt.

“Do you have some kinda staring problem?” I asked, throwing a glance at him over my shoulder, still picking up pieces. He threw his hands up in uncharacteristic defeat, not saying a word. When I placed the last ceramic piece into my apron and folded the cloth so that the pieces wouldn't fall out, I stood back to my feet.

He was still standing at the bottom of the two steps, staring into my eyes. With me on the porch, we were about the same height, he was still one or two inches taller.

“Well?” I pressed, but again, he stayed unusually quiet. I just scoffed and bounded down the stairs, knocking his shoulder harshly with mine as I passed him.

From then on out, Percy had been nothing if not a personal pain in my side. Day in and day out, he constantly teased me. It was like being followed around by a child in a man's body. Maybe he was trying to see how far he could go before I snapped at him again, but I wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction.

Today had been a particularly rainy day. I had never known it to rain so much out here in the western regions of the US, but the monsoon coming down around us was slowly proving my knowledge to be false.

To keep dry, I kept to the family general store. Small tasks were needed like sweeping, fronting the shelves, and restocking. These tasks in and of themselves were very simple but throw Percy Dolarhyde into the mix and there is a recipe for disaster.

Percy had barged into the general store at half-past ten this morning, right before the bottom fell out of the sky, subsequently trapping me with him. At first, he was quiet, but I knew that was only him trying to think of ways to aggravate me. After about ten minutes he was as talkative as ever, again, acting like a child.

“So what’s this?” he asked, holding up a red rectangular package.

“It’s stove polish. Can’t you read the giant letters on the packaging?” I responded, monotoned, shaking my head. God, this was going to be a long day. I went back to fixing the hats on the wooden shelves in front of me.

“Well yeah, I can read, I just wanted you to tell me. Just making sure you know what you’re selling here.” He paused, presumably to scour over other products. “What about this?”

I let out an irritated groan and turned to see what he was holding out to me. He looked at me expectantly. “It’s spruce gum. Don’t you have anything better to do than to bother me?”

“Nope,” he said, popping the ‘p’ at the end of the word.

“Well, if you intend to stay here for the duration of the day, please make yourself useful.” I shooed him away.

“And what exactly does making myself useful entail?” He asked.

“It means, go grab the broom and sweep.” I deadpanned.

“But,” he started.

“Look, I know you’ve never had to do a day of hard labor in your life, but if you insist on bothering me all day, every day, you might as well help me while being a nuisance.” I kept fiddling with the hats.

Percy just huffed through his nose and stomped over to the boom, which was behind the service counter.

With him out of my way now, I was able to quickly organize and straighten up the shelves, that is until I realized he had become suspiciously quiet. He hadn’t said or done something audibly annoying in a while. I looked around the shelf to where he was, standing with the broom and limply, one-handedly, raking the broom over the floor.

I put my head in my hands and rubbed my eyes. My god, he really is helpless. I stopped what I was doing and went over to him.

“Okay, you’re done. Out, now.” I took the broom from his hand and pointed to the door.

“What? Why? I was doing what you asked.” He defended.

“Yeah, like an eight-year-old who was just told to do a chore. Percy, you are twenty-seven, act like it.” I grumbled at him harshly. He looked down at me with his hair falling into his face, there was something like hurt in his eyes as he nodded.

“I’m, I’m sorry,” he said and then he strode to the door, grabbing his dusty hat from the coat rack before walking out into the pouring rain.

I stood there for a minute, stunned that he had actually apologized.

Percy wasn’t that bad after you got to know him, even if he was immature. I’m sure his want for attention stemmed from the lack thereof from his father. Over the past few weeks, I had come to feel for him, but someone had to put their foot down when it came to his nonsense and if no one else would, that privilege fell to me.

I thought about that sad look in his eye for the rest of the day and well into the night once I had gone off to bed in the upper rooms of the general store.

Percy was nowhere to be seen in town for the next few days, to the point where it actually started to worry me. He had been a constant in my life in these past months and now I was starting to miss the annoying questions he would ask me while I worked.

I asked around town and no one else had seemed to know where he had gone off to either. It wasn’t until two weeks after I had sent him out of the store that he showed back up. It wasn’t during the day or at any reasonable time to call on someone, it was at almost three in the morning.

A light tapping had woken me up and it was so persistent that I couldn’t fall back to sleep. Huffing, I threw the covers away from me and carefully threw my legs over the bed, and placed them on the floor. My window was on the other side of the room, so I fumbled around in the dark before I made it there.

Throwing it open I peered down into the side road between the general store and the hotel. Squinting my eyes, I tried to see into the darkness. Nothing was there, but the tapping had stopped thankfully.

“Hey.” I heard a whisper from directly underneath my window. I looked down and there, pressed against the outside wall of the building was Percy.

“Percy, what are you doing here? It’s the middle of the night.” I called down quietly.

“I had to see you.” He moved slow and languid as he pushed himself away from the wall, stumbling over his own feet.

“You’re drunk, go home.”

“No, I can’t.”

“And why not?” I asked, exasperated, not wanting to deal with him at this time of night.

“Because Pa’s on a cattle drive and I don’t want to be alone.” He admitted.

“I can’t help you with that Percy, go home,” I said, going to close the window.

“Wait, please. Can I come up?” He shuffled his boots into the dirt nervously.

“I don’t think that’s such a good idea.”

“Just until I sober up?” He asked and some part of me caved.

“Okay fine, but you need to be quiet, if my parents hear you, we’re both dead.” I turned around, walking away from the window before striding back. “Take your boots off or else they’ll hear you clomping up the stairs.”

I walked back to my bed and grabbed my night coat hanging from the bedpost. Slinging it on, I then lit my bedside candle and exited my room as quietly as possible. From my room, the outside entrance to the living quarters above the general store was to my left, my parent's room directly across from me.

I moved across the creaky boards to the door and opened it, Percy was standing there, boots in hand and grinning from ear to ear.

“Wipe that look off your face,” I whispered before pulling him over the threshold. He followed me silently into my room and watched as I closed and locked my door.

“Thank you.” He groaned tiredly as he sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the room. He rubbed the heels of his hands into his eyes harshly, knocking his hat to the floor in the process.

“Why are you here Percy?” I asked.

“Like I said, I wanted to see you.”

“I know, but why?” I pushed.

“I don’t know, I don’t wanna talk about it.” He removed his hands and placed them on his lap.

Shaking my head, I set the candle down on the table next to my door and walked to Percy. His eyes were closed and his head was leaned back. Taking my wrist, I placed the inside of it gently on his forehead. He jumped at the unexpected contact but when he opened his eyes and saw it was only me, he relaxed.

“What are you doing?” He questioned, cutting his eyes at me.

“I’m checking to see if you have a temperature.”

“And why is that?” his eyebrows rose, the hair tickling the skin of my arm.

“You aren’t acting like yourself.” I lifted my arm and looked into his eyes as they looked back into mine.

“I am acting like myself, I just don’t act like this away from home.” He brought his right hand up to gently hold my left. I could tell there was something he wasn’t telling me.

“What is it?” My free hand came up to caress his dirty cheek.

“Nothing, it’s nothing.” He shook his head.

“Percy, I doubt you would be here if it were nothing. Tell me.” I bent down, grabbing the short stepping stool to sit on with the hand that was holding his cheek before placing it back.

“I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.” He admitted, anxiously rocking the chair.

“Go on.” I encouraged.

“Well, ever since you yelled at me that day in front of the saloon, I couldn’t get you outta my head. And then, when you said what you did two weeks ago.” He took a deep, shaky breath. “You don’t treat me like I’m my father's son, you don’t treat me like everyone else does. I have no idea how to handle the emotions you have stirred up inside of me but they are some of the strongest I have ever felt.

“I have been sick for the past two weeks. Not knowing what to do. You drive me crazy, I can’t seem to get you to notice me other than when I am doing something wrong and I just want you to look at me. Lord,” He laughed. “That look in your eyes turns my stomach and I can’t help but wonder what it would feel like if you were to look at me like you loved me.

“No one has ever loved me. Sure, Ma did, but she’s been gone for years. And Pa,” He scoffs. “Pa doesn't even stop to look at me. Pretty sure he stopped loving me when Ma died. Said I remind him too much of her. Just once, that's all I’m asking for, just once look at me without dejection. Please.”

His small speech opened my heart and mind to what I knew was true. What I knew all along, that Percy was just a lonely boy, looking for approval from a father that didn’t seem to care no matter what mess he got himself into. His speech made my heart pump a little faster at the realization that I might actually like Percy Dolarhyde as well.

His grip on my wrist tightened as I slowly stroked my thumb over his rounded cheeks. As I looked him in the eye, I could feel my heart speed up. Feelings were treacherous things, even if I had despised Percy with my whole being, I think my feelings still would have found a way to see him in a romantic light, especially now as he was bathed in the soft glow of the candle.

Percy let out a shaky breath when the look on my face changed from one of sympathy to one more soft, more like what he was looking for.

Hesitantly he opened and closed his mouth, trying to find his words. “I think I love you,” he confessed. “You don’t have to say anything back, I know I have been an ass to you.” He looked away from my face.

“You’re right, you have been an ass,” I confirmed to him, his posture slumped. “But that doesn’t mean that I don’t like you. It may not be love, but I do have feelings for you. With time they may blossom into a strong love.” I pulled his face to look at me as I stood from the stool.

The look on his face was a cross of relief and excitement. He stood quickly from the rocking chair, almost losing his balance.

“Oh thank you, thank you so much.” He smiled wide. He let go of my wrist only to entrap me in a bone cruising hug, my feet dangled a foot off the ground as he had lifted me up into his arms. Placing me back down, he tucked the hair that had fallen into my face behind my ears. “Can I kiss you? Just a small one?” He asked, eyes moving back and forth between my mouth and eyes.

I simply nodded and closed my eyes as we leaned into one another. I could taste the whisky on his lips, but it wasn’t overpowering like I thought it would be. I doubt he was actually drunk with how little I could taste on him.

The soft kiss was over before it even began, leaving me wanting for just a little bit more. I tried to follow him as he pulled away but strangely he had become the source of reason. “I won't kiss you more than this. I want to do this the proper way. Ask your Pa if I can court you and all that.” He gave me a sly grin before backing away from me and picking his boots and hat up off the floor.

“I’ll see you tomorrow darlin’.” He strode to the door and opened it, leaving as silently as he came.

I watched him bound down the outside stairs and onto the dirt road below. He looked up at me as I stood leaning against the window, he flashed another toothy grin before disappearing into the darkness of the night.

Closing the window and slipping into bed, I lay there going over what had just occurred. Bewildered.

Chapter Text

After that night, when Percy showed up at my window and poured his heart out, he did in fact ask my father the next morning if he could have permission to court me. I had been standing on the stairs, out of sight as he stuttered his way through his speech. My father didn’t know what to do, he couldn’t make head or tails of what Percy, the town nuisance, wanted with his oh so sweet daughter.

It did take some pleading on Percy’s part, but finally, my father gave in and told Percy he could court me, but only if it was what I wanted. And it was. A feeling of affection had crept into my heart leaving me totally blindsided by the fact that Percy was boring his way into my heart, even more so since he said that he loved me.

Our relationship stayed relatively a secret from everyone except for my parents. I had suggested to Percy that we tell his father about us but he had only shook his head and changed the subject.

Percy had stopped harassing the townsfolk as much as he was, not because I had said anything, but because he was too busy following me around like a lost puppy. I had thought him following me around before had been a lot but it was nothing compared to now. Although he wasn’t being aggravating like he had been, he was more loving. He always wanted to be touching, whether it was my skin or part of my clothing. The only time he would let go of me was if someone came into the store or if we were out in public.

I didn’t mind keeping what we had private. It made it easier to handle. If the whole town knew, I wouldn’t be able to leave the house. Everyone would have questions of why and how most of them would probably be rude comments about how ‘someone as nice as me shouldn’t be with the likes of him’.

Evidently, though, our exclusivity came with a downside.

It was bright noon on a Tuesday, several months since our relationship started, Percy hadn’t shown up to the store yet, and I was carrying a bolt of fabric to Mrs. Donivin’s. She was the dressmaker in town and she had ordered a specific fabric for a dress her granddaughter wanted.

I had only just left her shop when a tall shadow stopped me in my tracks. I looked up from where I had been watching my steps to see Oran Ward, the blacksmith's son.

“Well, missy, what are you up to?” he asked sweetly, taking a short step forward.

“I’m just doing my job,” I answered, smiling up at him. We had been friends since grade school, but only recently he had begun to ask after me in a more serious way.

“Then excuse me for interrupting.” He scratched his short black hair. “Do you think I could walk you back to the general store?”

“Considering you will even if I say no, sure,” I replied and started on my way back across town. Oran walked in stride with me, not saying a word. The silence, for me, was awkward, to say the least.

“I’ve actually been wanting to ask you something.” He sounded nervous as he stopped following me. We had stopped in the middle of town, only about twenty feet away from the store, where I spied Percy leaning against the wooden banister, legs crossed and arms folded.

“What is it, Oran?” I asked trying not to sound rude, I knew what was fixing to happen and I was dreading it. I looked around him at Percy, who thankfully hadn’t seen me yet, thanks to his head being tilted down.

Oran pulled my attention back to him by stepping in front of my eye line. He wrung his hands together nervously and pushed out a hefty breath. “I’ve had my eye on you for a while now,” he started.

I put my hands up to stop him, “Oran, please, I know where this is going.”

He ignored my plea and kept on. “You are the most beautiful young lady in town, everyone else dulls in comparison to you.”

I smiled awkwardly and looked around him again, my face changing to show distress when I noticed Percy now standing at the edge of the porch and watching us intently. There was no denying he could hear what was being said as Oran kept on, his brow was furrowed and his lips twisted into a frown.

“Listen, Oran, I really am flattered you think I’m beautiful but I need you to stop, now.” It was like my words went in one ear and out the other as I watched in horror as Oran tugged up the fabric of his trousers so that it wouldn’t be so hard to take a knee.

His words “Will you marry me?” rang in my ears as I backed away slowly, almost tripping over my own feet. I shook my head as he tried to grab onto me to keep me from moving away.

“No I don’t want to marry you,” I gasped out, swatting his hands away from me. I looked back to where Percy was but he was no longer there. My heart fell, where could he be?

“Wait, come back,” Oran pleaded when I ran away from him and into the store.

I searched every corner of the downstairs area before rushing upstairs, almost giving my mother a heart attack.

“Lord girl, what's gotten into you?” She asked, looking up from her cross-stitch.

“Have you seen Percy?” I asked rushed.

“No, not since yesterday. Why? What's wrong?”

I didn’t answer her. I just ran to the back door, not wanting to go back outside the front way, lest Oran try and stop me again. I tried to think of where Percy would go, not to his family’s cabin, his Pa was home. Then I remembered the lake a few miles out that he mentioned he liked to go to sometimes to think. That’s where he would be, I was sure of it.

My feet took me around to the back of the store, where my father was feeding our family horse. He stopped what he was doing to look at me confused.

“I need to take Chap out,” I said as I rushed to him.

“And why’s that? You should be in the store.” He just continued to feed Chap his hay.

“Because Percy's runoff. He saw Oran trying to propose to me. Please, I need the horse.” I told, trying to make my way into the small barn in order to grab the saddle.

“Alright, alright, let me do it.” I smiled as he took the heavy saddle from my grasp and expertly attached it around Chap’s back and belly over his saddle pad. The sense of urgency never left me as he carefully bridled Chap up and placed the reigns over his head. “Okay, all set.”

“Thanks, Papa,” I gave him a short but sweet kiss on the cheek and then hauled myself into the saddle, adjusting my skirts to where I wasn’t sitting on them. I gently kicked back my right foot into Chap's leg and he started forward, when we were out of the barn I worked him up into a gallop.

What would have taken an hour or two by foot only took maybe thirty minutes with Chap going as fast as he could without overexerting himself.

The lake was just over a small hill and settled right between it and another hill. Several sparse trees stood around the lake, shading it from the mid-day sun. Percy’s horse was tied to one of the low-hanging branches next to the water but he was nowhere to be found. We trotted down the side of the hill and I pulled Chap to a stop beside the other horse. Hopping from the saddle I tied him up. Patting his neck as a thank you, I pulled away and went in search of Percy.

“Hello?” I called out but the only response was a faint whistle of the wind. “Percy, please, I know you’re out here.” I continued to call out to him as I slowly walked the circumference of the lake.

Closer to the other end of the lake, from where the horses were, the trees were denser than they were anywhere else, creating essentially a thicket. That’s where I found him, curled up against a stump, hat over his face to shade him from the spots of the sun coming through the branches.

“Go away.” He mumbled as I knelt down beside him in the dirt, sitting on my legs.

“I’m not going to leave you here.” I placed my right hand on his knee.

He sat up straight, uncovering his face. “Well, it’s not like you haven’t already left me for that oaf.” He seethed.

“Percy, why would you ever think that I would leave you?” I scooted close to him.

“Because everyone always does, now go away” He pushed my hand away from his leg and placed his hat back over his face. I didn’t move from his side but I did stay quiet, thinking of something to say.

“Percy?”

“What?”

“I love you.”

He said nothing, body going stiff. I waited for him to do something but he never did, so I gently rose to my knees and ever so carefully took his hat in my hands, taking it away, placing it in the dirt beside me. I watched as tears sprung from his green eyes and how they streaked down his face, leaving clean trails where they had been.

“I love you,” I said again, this time in a whisper.

He sniffled a bit then wiped the wetness from his face with his sleeve. “You don’t mean that.” He shook his head.

“But I do. I love you so much.” I leaned over to place a kiss on his temple. “I would never leave you, ever.”

He moved out of his curled-up position and instantly wrapped his arms around me. “I love you too, so much.” He cried out, voice cracking.

“I know, I know.” I soothed him, rubbing my hands along his back.

He pulled away and looked at me carefully. “It feels unreal that you’ve said those words. It’s all I have wanted since we started this.”

“I think I’ve felt this way for a while now, I just needed something to tell me it was real. I said that night that I could grow to love you and I realized that I had when Oran started talking outside of the store. I don’t think I could bare the thought of not being with you.” I placed my hands on either side of his face, bringing him into a sweet kiss.

He pulled away, resting his forehead against mine. “Don’t say his name. I don’t want you saying anyone's name but mine.” He almost growled out. “I won’t lie, seeing you with him made me angry at first, jealous even,” he admitted, something he would never do for anyone else.

“I’m sorry Percy, there’s only so much I can do when people think I’m not spoken for,” I admitted.

“I know, I have been thinking we should tell everyone because it makes me so angry seeing other men hang around you.” His hands came to rest on my hips.

“How can I make it up to you? Hum?” My fingers caressed his face, playing with the hair of his sideburns.

He didn’t answer, he just pulled me into his lap and pressed his lips to mine. This kiss was deeper, more passionate than the rest we had shared. I moaned into it when Percy's hands squeezed my hips harder than he usually would.

“Percy,” I gasped as he bit my lip, pulling away from me to kiss down my neck. Something was happening, a dull wanting feeling was slowly spreading from my stomach down into my core. The feel of Percy’s mouth sucking and licking the sensitive skin of my neck was enough to pull several soft moans from my own mouth.

My hands, in a desperate need to feel skin against skin, started to pull his jacket from his shoulders. Then, I started to unbutton the dark vest he wore, slowly uncovering his blue button-up shirt. “Percy, you have too many clothes on,” I sighed as he bit down on the skin at the junction of my neck and shoulder.

“So do you,” he mumbled, hands moving from my hips to the buttons on the bright yellow blouse I was wearing. Pretty soon, with efforts from both of us, the skin of our top halves was exposed.

I sat back on Percy's legs and took a second to admire his slim yet muscular torso. His eyes did the same, coming to rest on my bare breasts. He reached out both his hands and gently cupped them around my supple mounds of flesh. A soft whine escaped me when he ever so slightly squeezed them.

The ache in my core only grew when Percy placed his mouth on my left breast, sucking lightly. My hips bucked forward without my permission, searching for some kind of relief. There was too much cloth between us, so I reached my hands down to his trousers and started to undo them. He was straining against them, hard as can be.

“Ahh.” I gasped out as a slight pain shot from my breast down my body, Percy had the hardened bud of my nipple between his teeth, pulling it before letting go and attacking my other breast. The muffled sounds of his pleasure only made my core throb with want.

“Percy, I need you to touch me somewhere else.” I cried. He pulled away to look at me.

“Where?” he asked.

“Here.” I took one of his hands in mine and slowly brought it under my crumpled-up skirt to the button of my bloomers. He nodded his head, understanding my want, and hastily unbuttoned the undergarment. He reached his hand in and drug a finger through my slit, dragging the wetness over my folds.

“God, you’re so wet, darlin’.” He sounded almost giddy as he flicked his fingers over my clit, causing an unexpectedly loud moan to come from me. “Come on, let's lay you down.” Percy grabbed his jacket that I had discarded earlier and tried to place it neatly on the dusty ground before turning us over to where I was laying on my back, him between my legs.

He pushed my skirts up to my stomach and carefully tugged my bloomers off, throwing them somewhere away from us. His hands were warm on my bare hips as he picked them up and settled himself under the.

With my hips now up in the air, he had easier access. Without warning, two of his long fingers plunged into my hole, making a lewd squelching sound. He hummed contently at the sounds he elicited from me. I clenched around him, not used to the feeling of being penetrated.

“Are you okay?” He asked, all the while, still pumping his fingers in and out. I nodded my head profusely. My hands rested on the ground, helping me bush my hips up to meet him.

“Percy, I want more,” I whined and he obliged, pumping faster and placing his free hand on my clit, playing with it.

My mouth opened in a silent scream as I came closer and closer to my end. The pleasure he was giving me was becoming too much for me to hold down, my core was begging me for release.

“I’m about to cum,” I cried out.

“Then cum.” Percy replied, curling his fingers inside of me. That and another swipe of my clit was all it took for my back to arch and my legs to clamp down around his hands. I spasmed around him, gripping his fingers like a vice inside of me. My hearing escaped me, leaving behind the faintest of rings.

When my hearing finally returned to normal, the thicket around us was filled with my shallow breaths. Sometime during my blissed-out ecstasy, Percy had removed his fingers from me and was now pulling himself from his trousers.

“Give me a second?” I asked, still trying to calm down.

“Take your time,” he said, leaning down to kiss the inside of my knee.

It took a few minutes to stop my heart from hammering in my chest. Never had I thought I would be doing this with Percy Dolarhyde out in the middle of nowhere, but now that it was happening, I couldn’t imagine it any other way.

“Okay, I’m ready.” I gave a short nod to the man before me. He smiled lopsidedly and positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the tip of him running between my folds, barely touching my now sensitive clit and making my body shudder. “Go slow, please.” The words left my mouth before he could push himself in.

Percy made a noise I had never heard him make before, almost a desperate whine, as he pushed the head into me. The stretch stung, opening me up more than I ever had been. I could take his fingers fine, but this new part of him felt almost ten times wider. I closed my eyes, wincing in pleasurable pain.

He didn’t stop, he only inserted himself inch by inch until he was fully seated inside of me, my core sporadically gripping and unwrapping around him. I reached my hands out to him and he moved so I was touching his chest. I shook my head, “No I want to kiss you,” I whined, trying to pull him down.

He followed the pressure of my hands, pulling him to me. I kissed him with as much passion as I could, moaning into his mouth as he slowly started to thrust. The feeling was amazing, unlike anything I had ever experienced.

His short grunts and huffs of air poured into my mouth as we continued to kiss, conjoined together, body and soul. My hands moved around him, touching his skin, not being able to get enough. He was soft, the skin along his shoulders and back smooth to the touch.

“More Percy, I need more?” I whimpered when he hit a spot so far back in me that it took my breath away.

He was kissing his way along my neck again, with one forearm planted firmly on the ground to keep him propped up and the other clasped around my breast.

“Okay darlin’, I’ll give you more.” His hips sputtered before going faster, each of us gasping out a low moan.

The pressure was building up once more, it felt so good, and tears were starting to form in my eyes. I couldn’t take the amount of pleasure screaming to escape me. My legs came up to wrap themselves around Percy’s waist, caging him in, not allowing him to move too far out of me. My left hand left its spot on his back and came down to cradle his head, pulling him to where we were looking lustfully into the eyes of each other.

“I love you,” I said between high-pitched gasps.

“I love you too,” He enunciated his words by thrusting particularly hard after everyone.

“I’m almost there,” I told him, bringing his lips to mine once more. Within a few more thrusts, I was a crying mess, pleasure bringing me to a new high. A guttural moan left my throat as he kept pounding into me, more sloppily than before. He moved to uninsert himself from me but I only clamped my legs around him.

“No.” I cried. “In me, I want you to release in me.”

“But what abou-”

I cut him off with a shake of my head. “No, I want you to fill me up, please.”

And he did. His warm cum shot out, coating my inside walls. The obscene sounds he made as the pushed himself off of me to lean back on his legs and watch the liquid spill out from me, were enough to make my heart pang.

I whined at the emptiness I felt when he eventually pulled out. He used my discarded bloomers to wipe each of us down before he put his clothes back on. I sat up as he looked at me, fixing my skirt so it was back to covering my legs.

“You are amazing.” He gushed.

I giggled, “No Percy, you are.”

He knelt down beside me and kissed my lips, “Promise me you won’t leave me?”

“I would never dream of it.” I reached for the blouse he was holding and quickly threw it on. “I meant it, I really do love you. More than I ever have anyone.”

A loving look flashed across his features and at that moment, I knew I wanted to be with him forever.