stay here like lovers
Title: stay here like lovers
Author: twilight_rush
Fandom: Percy Jackson & the Olympians
Summary: How much better everything was because he was in love with her.
Pairing: Connor Stoll/Katie Gardner
Rated: R
Warning: mild sexual content.
Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns PJO
Note: Woot woot. Title taken from Whatever You Want by Alexandra Hope
Connor had a tendency to stare. It used to make Katie self-conscious, the way his eyebrows would furrowed, head tilted, and eyes scanning over her body in wonder. He wouldn´t say a word for the longest time. When they first became intimate, his eyes made her skin tingle, made her want to cover up. She thought he was judging her-comparing her skin to past girls. Katie knew she may not have the fittest body out there. She thought her skin was too pale and she wished certain parts of her were more firm. She had a “good” body, but Connor had probably seen better.
The second or third time he had taken off her shirt, she told him not to “judge too harshly.” Like right now, she had arms limp against her sides, hair a mess on her head, while the cold air made her skin taunt. Connor leaned over her, eyes moving from her face to her entire body and back again.
Connor genuinely became upset whenever Katie mentioned something negative about her body. So she bit her lip to hold back any comment. He must´ve knew, because he kissed her neck and mumbled, ¨Why are you so perfect?”
Connor didn´t care if she thought he was full of it. He wasn´t saying it because she was his girlfriend. He actually believed she was perfect.
Sometimes it scared him how much he emotionally and physically craved her.
He liked the way her skin felt under his mouth as he kissed down the path between her breasts. And how she sighed, legs enclosing around his waist. She was so small, yet the right size, and he wondered how she never disappeared into him.
Maybe it was this way for everyone, and Connor wasn´t a special case. He couldn´t describe to anyone how it felt to be inside her, his mouth on her neck, and her hands gripping his hair. How his whole body ached and his mind buzzed. How perfect it was to feel her heartbeat quicken near the end-
How much better everything was because he was in love with her.
Connor would stare again when they were done, tired, and hot. Take note of how flushed her face was, the shallow breathing, the way she curled into his side and fit so right. Some days, when exhaustion made her more brave, Katie would ask, ¨Why do you stare at me like that?”
If Connor could he´d write her a sonnet of why. Instead he said, ¨I can´t believe you´re real. Because you´re perfect. Because I love you.¨ Katie would either blush, smile, laugh quietly in disbelief- or all of the above.
But she knew he was telling the truth.