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juxtaposieTitle: Winter Breeze
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Thalia
Summary: Lovers, forget your love/And list to the love of these/she a window flower/And he a winter breeze. Luke is good at ruining things.
Author's Notes: AU, post-series, written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
pjo_kinkmeme. Prompt was Thalia/Luke, futurfic, oaths of chastity are meant to be broken.
There were, Thalia imagined, better places to have sex than pinned against a ponderosa in the lower Rockies. She could feel the bark scratching across her shoulders through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, but every time it crossed her mind to say something Luke would kiss her in just the right way, or the fingers of the hand working between her legs would crook just so, and she would forget how to speak, let alone what she’d been about to say. It wasn’t as though she had anything else to compare the experience to anyway.
She was trying her damnedest not to make too much noise. It was easier with his mouth on hers, swallowing her cries, but every few seconds he would break away, pressing his forehead into the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and it was always then – when he was looking down, watching what he was doing to her – that he really seemed to concentrate. Half a dozen times she had thrown her head back against the tree, biting the inside of her cheek in a vain attempt to silence herself. The Hunters were miles and miles away, but she didn’t want to take her chances. If they knew what their lieutenant was doing, if Lady Artemis knew – Thalia didn’t even want to think about it.
She was getting close again. That spring in her stomach was winding tighter and tighter, the muscles in her abdomen tensing with every pass of his thumb over her clit, his fingers stroking in and out, the rhythm fast and steady, and she was almost there-
Then, suddenly, he pulled his hand away.
“What?” she panted, her voice high, pained. “What are you doing? Why’d you stop?”
Luke smiled, and it wasn’t exactly nice. He kissed her again, wrapping both his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him. Her heart began to flutter, and for a few brief moments something she’d thought long dead flared to life in her chest, but then he let go of her and it was gone just as quickly as it had come.
He reached for the hem of her shirt and hauled it over her head. She let him, raising her arms like an obedient child. “Jeans,” he said, his voice muffled as he removed his own shirt. “Take off your jeans,” and Thalia was complying before her brain could even process the request.
He was freeing himself from his pants as she kicked off her shoes and pushed her jeans down over her knees. She’d barely even stepped out of them before he was pressing her back against the tree, his hands on her hips and thighs as he lifted her off her feet. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and heat pulsed through her at the feel of his erection pressing against her. The tree bark was rough, almost painful against her skin. Luke locked an arm around her waist, and then fumbled for one of her hands, drawing it between them. “Help me,” he said. Her heart leapt into her throat.
She took him in hand as best she could. He was hot to the touch, and hard as stone, but the skin was smooth, almost velvety, and the arm around her tensed as she stroked her fingers down the length of him. “Thalia,” he groaned. It was the first time he’d said her name.
He pushed past her panties with his free hand, his fingers brushing against her again, and Thalia steeled her nerves. Some part of her wondered why she wasn’t fighting this, fighting him, but then he was pushing against her, pushing inside, and she was helping, guiding him. It hurt, but not as much as she’d thought it would – just the strain of unused muscles working in new ways. She squeezed her eyes shut anyways, and Luke was silent and still. She felt tears pooling behind her eyelids, and then his hand was stroking across her cheek, pushing the hair out of her face.
When she opened her eyes, he started moving.
Fandom: Percy Jackson and the Olympians
Rating: R
Characters/Pairings: Luke/Thalia
Summary: Lovers, forget your love/And list to the love of these/she a window flower/And he a winter breeze. Luke is good at ruining things.
Author's Notes: AU, post-series, written for the
pjo_kinkmeme. Prompt was Thalia/Luke, futurfic, oaths of chastity are meant to be broken. There were, Thalia imagined, better places to have sex than pinned against a ponderosa in the lower Rockies. She could feel the bark scratching across her shoulders through the thin fabric of her t-shirt, but every time it crossed her mind to say something Luke would kiss her in just the right way, or the fingers of the hand working between her legs would crook just so, and she would forget how to speak, let alone what she’d been about to say. It wasn’t as though she had anything else to compare the experience to anyway.
She was trying her damnedest not to make too much noise. It was easier with his mouth on hers, swallowing her cries, but every few seconds he would break away, pressing his forehead into the curve where her neck met her shoulder, and it was always then – when he was looking down, watching what he was doing to her – that he really seemed to concentrate. Half a dozen times she had thrown her head back against the tree, biting the inside of her cheek in a vain attempt to silence herself. The Hunters were miles and miles away, but she didn’t want to take her chances. If they knew what their lieutenant was doing, if Lady Artemis knew – Thalia didn’t even want to think about it.
She was getting close again. That spring in her stomach was winding tighter and tighter, the muscles in her abdomen tensing with every pass of his thumb over her clit, his fingers stroking in and out, the rhythm fast and steady, and she was almost there-
Then, suddenly, he pulled his hand away.
“What?” she panted, her voice high, pained. “What are you doing? Why’d you stop?”
Luke smiled, and it wasn’t exactly nice. He kissed her again, wrapping both his arms around her waist and pulling her tightly against him. Her heart began to flutter, and for a few brief moments something she’d thought long dead flared to life in her chest, but then he let go of her and it was gone just as quickly as it had come.
He reached for the hem of her shirt and hauled it over her head. She let him, raising her arms like an obedient child. “Jeans,” he said, his voice muffled as he removed his own shirt. “Take off your jeans,” and Thalia was complying before her brain could even process the request.
He was freeing himself from his pants as she kicked off her shoes and pushed her jeans down over her knees. She’d barely even stepped out of them before he was pressing her back against the tree, his hands on her hips and thighs as he lifted her off her feet. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and heat pulsed through her at the feel of his erection pressing against her. The tree bark was rough, almost painful against her skin. Luke locked an arm around her waist, and then fumbled for one of her hands, drawing it between them. “Help me,” he said. Her heart leapt into her throat.
She took him in hand as best she could. He was hot to the touch, and hard as stone, but the skin was smooth, almost velvety, and the arm around her tensed as she stroked her fingers down the length of him. “Thalia,” he groaned. It was the first time he’d said her name.
He pushed past her panties with his free hand, his fingers brushing against her again, and Thalia steeled her nerves. Some part of her wondered why she wasn’t fighting this, fighting him, but then he was pushing against her, pushing inside, and she was helping, guiding him. It hurt, but not as much as she’d thought it would – just the strain of unused muscles working in new ways. She squeezed her eyes shut anyways, and Luke was silent and still. She felt tears pooling behind her eyelids, and then his hand was stroking across her cheek, pushing the hair out of her face.
When she opened her eyes, he started moving.
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Date: 2009-12-16 04:56 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-12-16 07:22 pm (UTC)ALSO, KUDOS ON CHAPTER 10! I WAS BEGINNING TO WONDER IF YOU'D DIED AGAIN!
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Date: 2009-12-16 07:32 pm (UTC)OMG I AM MOVING SO SLOW ON IT IDEK
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Date: 2009-12-16 08:43 pm (UTC)which I am, but that's neither here nor there, but, um... you should really read them? I went through the entire series in about two weeks. They're super-easy to read and really friggin' cute, and the story's great and the characters are amazing and omg why'd you tell me you were semi-interested.DO IT, JEN. YOU WON'T REGRET IT.
And remember that part where you worked like a dog on the first nine chapters? You'll get it done!
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Date: 2009-12-16 08:54 pm (UTC)Um, unless you had anything else you were ever planning to work on again. BUT DO IT READ IT. ITS CHARMING. AND THE CHARACTERS ARE ALL SO ENDEARING AND I LOVE THEM ALL SO MUCH.
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Date: 2009-12-16 09:04 pm (UTC)no subject
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