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Rain

You wake to a soft tapping sound against the windows. You glance to the slightly open bedroom window, you never liked sleeping with the windows open but Spencer has reasured you countless times that having a slightly open window on the 6th floor of a building was a 0,000085 percent of any violent crime.

There's rain pelting the windows, sending a chill through your bedroom. You snuggle in close to Spencer's neck, pressing yourself flush in behind him.

Spencer makes a small purring sound, the cutest sound he makes when he wakes op. You press a small kiss to his neck, shushing him gently, hoping to not derail the rare night of good sleep he is getting.

"Don't shush me" Spencer half groans, shifting against you. "Why are you op?" He asks, fingers grazing you arm. You sigh, you really didn't want to wake him, but Spencer is and will always be a light sleeper. You nuzzle close to his neck.

"Just the rain, sleep"

"The rain?" Spencer questions with a yawn as he reaches down and tugs the covers op to your necks. "Mmm, sound, temp. Just sleep"

Spencer relaxes into your grip, and soon enough he's back asleep. The rain has always been a comforting sound for you. But not at night, at night any rain, soft or harsh wakes you and may keep you awake for hours if you let it.

Spencer shifts, snoring lightly. You remind yourself that you too rarely get a good night's sleep and close your eyes. To help yourself fall asleep, you go back to an old favorite trick. You slowly slip an am away from Spencer.

You feel around your nightstand, feeling the familiar texture of your earplugs. You pop them in and wrap your arm back around Spencer. You cuddle close, burying your head in the crook of his neck and getting a leg back between Spencer's. While that started as something Spencer asked for, it's become something you do out of habit. It's a nice touch for you both.

It takes only a few seconds for you to fall asleep behind Spencer.

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The rain

There a loud knock on my door. I whine as the sound comes again, "Come in" I yell, turning on my side, snuggling into my comforter. The light rain is tapping on the window, I'm always very sleepy and whiney when it rains. I think it might be a son of Jupiter thing. Nico comes through the door, he shakes a wet umbrella outside then sets it down by my door. He sighs as he sees me. "Why are you still in bed? It's noon" He asks, annoyance creeping at his tone. I whine, I know it's noon. But the rain is so calming, I can't get out of bed. "Are you-Oh, the rain" He chuckles. I glance op at him, he's a little wet from the rain. I shiver a little, it's not like my cabin's really cold, but it's a little chilly. Nico walks over, trying to pull the covers off me. I whine and yank it back from him. "Come on sparky, you should get op" "Look who's talking" I mumble. Nico gently shoves me. "Ha ha, get up" He sighs. "But's it's raining" I whine, grabbing for his hand like a kid. I gasp his wrist and pull him down. "Hey!" He yelps. Nico crashes down, landing over me. He lands with an arm on each side of me. "Cuddle with me" I plead. The rain outside picks op, banging against the windows. Nico props himself up in front of me. "No" He groans. He pushes himself up from my bed. "Please, it's cold and it's raining. You know how I get" Nico sighs, and glances out the window. Looking at the now very heavy rain. He jumps as there's a lightning strike. Without a word he shed's his jacket. "Do you have clothes I could borrow? I'm wet" I smile happily and point to my dresser. "Take whatever you want" I mumble. Nico hates lightning, he can not stand it, he can get very scared. So whenever it rains, and the lightning comes around, we both get what we want. I know why he get's scared of it, but, I'd rather not bring it op. I watch as Nico strips off his wet clothes, laying them down on the floor to dry.

He stands in his underwear, looking through my dresser for something dry to wear. He ends up finding an old, smaller pair of sweatpants I don't wear anymore, and a Camp Jupiter shirt that I wear when I'm over there. Just as Nico's crawling into bed with me, there's another lightning strike and he tenses up. I lay my hand on his. And he relaxes under my touch. He takes a deep breath, and lays down with me. I wrap my arms around him, and snuggle my head on the top of his. Nico shifts down and lays his head in the crook of my neck. I relax my arms down his back, he snuggles into my neck. There's another lightning strike and he tenses up again. "I got you" I murmur giving him a light squeeze. He relaxes taking a deep breath in, then out. "Yeah" He mumbles into my neck. I twist my head, smelling his slightly damp hair. It smells of fresh rain, one of the greatest smells I know. I love rain, in every way. He muses, happy to be in my arms while the storm rages on outside. I bury my nose in his hair, breathing in the wonderful scent. The pitter patter of the rain against the windows has always been a lullaby for me. When I first came here, there was something about it, it felt and still feels like home. I think it might have been from sleeping outside when I was little. Nico shifts a little, brushing his lips over my neck, I shiver at the cold contact. He kisses the spot under my jaw then relaxes, then he snuggles back into the crook of my neck. I hum, happy to have this again. I so rarely get to see this side of him, so I have to cherish it when I do get to see it. I smile to myself, I gently sneak a hand under his shirt, well my shirt, technically. But you know what I mean. I place my hand on his lower back and he sighs happily, shifting his hips a little to get more comfortable. I groan a little and squeeze him to keep him more still.

He settles on me, the lightning outside not bothering him anymore. I love this, I love having this with him. The rain outside is heavy, the wind's going wild. This is the best way to spend a day, to cuddle op in bed with my boyfriend. I shift down a little. Normally I have to beg Nico to spend the day in bed with me on a rainy day. But the second lightning starts, he jumps to join to me. It's cute, but almost sad, when I remember why, he does. Oh fuck it, you know, I know, let's just get this out there. He's scared of thunder because Zeus killed his mom with a lightning strike when he was little. And, I feel some sort of guilt for it. I've been told I shouldn't, but I do. No matter how many people tell me it wasn't my fault, I will still feel a little guilty, I know it wasn't my fault, but that hasn't changed my feelings. And that's just the reality for me, Nico's told me that I shouldn't feel guilty for it, because I wasn't born, But I can't help it. The guy's still my dad, my dad, killed his mom. And that's fucked up, it fucking is. I know that, he knows that. How am I supposed to not feel guilty for that. I swear, I'm working on that. I try to relax back into the mattress. Focusing on the nice weight of Nico on top of me. I snuggle my nose into his hair. Breath in the nice rainy smell, he'll want a shower before he leaves. He'll often tell me I smell of rain, even when it hasn't rained in weeks. There's a small mumbling, right, he talks in his sleep. Oh, He's sleeping. He fell asleep. I lean my head back, letting myself relax into the pillow. With the calming weight of my Nico, my Darling, on top of me, my eyes grow heavy. I close my eyes, I'm still sleepy, a small nap won't hurt. Everything is heavy, the rain outside is soothing, like a pat on the back. I lay under Nico for a while, tired but unable to sleep. I peak my eyes open, looking at window. When did I crack open the window. It's open on the first hook, so not even an inch, but it's cold and raining.

Lucky Nico didn't see that, he would have refused to sleep in here if I didn't close it. He normally doesn't mind open windows, but not while it's raining, then they have to be closed. My eyelids are too heavy, and they fall close again. I wake up to a loud whipping sound, I groan and look over at the window. The rain is violently crashing against my windows. Nico not on top of me anymore, maybe he's left, or he's just rolled off me, I haven't cheeked yet. There's a very loud lightning strike, and there's a whimper from my left. I look over, seeing a still asleep Nico laying in the fetal position beside me. I gently shake his shoulder, yawning. He stirs, blinking his eyes open to see me. A half asleep Nico, moves back onto me, laying his ear to my heart. I wrap my arms around him, pressing him tightly against me. I kiss the top of his head. I'm sleepy, Nico's sleepy. I guess half asleep cuddles are the plans for the rest of the day. The rain crashes down outside, it's too loud. I shift slightly, whining at the loud sounds. "Mhm?" Nico leans his head up to look at me. "It's too loud" I mumble. "Mhm" he murmurs, shifting until he's got his arms laid op by my ears. He gently presses them to my ear, quieting the noise outside. I hum happily at the damping sensation. Nico smiles at me, then snuggles into my chest. He shifts a bit. I shift a little. "Thanks" I whisper. We lay like that for a while, half asleep, snuggling, and just enjoying the rain. Well, I'm enjoying the rain, Nico's enjoying the rare hours of sleep and relaxation we get to have together. "Jacey" A sleepy Nico drums his fingers on my head. "Mhm" I murmur, blinking to keep my eyes open while he talks. "Can we do this more?" He twists his head up, looking at me. "Happily" I chuckle, leaning down to kiss him. Nico leans up, joining our lips in a happy kiss. I smile, happily gazing into his eyes. He smiles back at me, eyes droopy with sleep.

"I love our rainy days"

Movie night

You settle on the couch with a bowl of chips and some soda. Spencer sits down beside you, seeming nervous and tense. It's your first movie night together and while you're in a nervous extied state, Spencer seems to be head for an anxious state. You find yourself rocking slightly, a trait you've picked op from Spencer. The movie starts, and you smile widely, bringing your legs op to sit criss cross apple sause, or as Spencer has told you, like a tailor. But it's way more fun to say criss crosss apple sause.

Spencer insisted you picked the movie. You didn't agrue. It's a new movie, like came out a week ago. It's a movie about a young boy gathering and selling seashells while learning about the sea. You glance over to Spencer as the into plays, he's gripping the ege of his couch, knuckles white. You graze a hand over his knee, watching him tense op more. "Spence, are you okay?" You ask, turning your full attention to him. "I'm fine" He promises, brushing your hand off. You pull it back, accepting it as no touch day. You're half way through the movie when you realize, you've been touching and hugging Spencer all day, if he was really that uncomfortable wouldn't he have pushed you off.

You look back to him, he's got a pillow craddled in his lap, he's hugging it, leaning over it. You try to subtlety eye him op, hoping for another clue. But you are not subtlet at all and he catches you. "Is something wrong?" Spencer gulps. "With you, yes what is going on with you?" You state, reaching for the remote and pausing the movie. Spencer shallows, shaking his head. "No, nothing's wrong"

"Spencer, you've got a pillow in your lap and hugging it for dear life something is wrong" "nothing is wrong"

"Then why can't i touch you?" You chuckle, leaning an arm down on your knee, bracing your head on your hand. Spencer gulps again, blushig a bright pink and you ready youself for a long talk of germs. "I'm sorry, i, i just. This feels a lot like a date and i don't like touching on dates becuase i get anxious" his grip on the pillow tightens.

"Baby, we're just watching a movie on your couch, nothing you don't want to happen is going to happen, if you get uncomfortable, i'll leave" You slowly put a hand over his. Spencer smiles silghtly, gently turning his hand over and inter lacing their fingers. "I know that, okay i know that" He sounds like he's trying to reasuring himself then you. "Oh honey, can i give you a hug?" You ask, feeling your eyes grow watery. Spencer nods and you move in to hug your boyfriend. Your arms settle around him, drawing him in close. He wraps his arms around you, slowly, but affectionnately. "There we go, it's okay Spence" You comfort him, laing your head in the crook of his neck. Spencer tugs at you and you crawl into his lap, moving the pillow from between you. "I'm sorry, it's not that i don't want you to touch me it just makes me nervous"

"i know, you'll use to it, i hope" You say, brushing a hand op the back of his neck and into his curls. You pull back, focusing on his lips, would kissing him be too much? "Would you mind if i kissed you?" You ask Spencer, grabbing ahold of his curls lightly. "No, i wouldn't mind" Spencer answers , leaning in to met your lips. You press your lips firmly against his, enjoying his reactions. He shivers under you and you pull back. "How about, we can finish the movie, or we can head to bed ealry if you like?"

"We'd wake op ealier then normal what's- oh, you mean....."

"Yes i mean we could go have sex" "I'd like to finish the movie first, i, actualy really like it" Spencer mutters, cheeks flushing a deeper red. You brust out laughing. "Oh how i love you Doctor Spencer Reid" You seize his face with both hands and kiss him firmly.

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Sweater

you look around in your and Spencer's shared closet, runing your hand over every shirt, trying to pick a good shirt for the rainy day. It's chill out and while your appartment is heated, it's still chilly enough to need a long sleved shirt. Since your favioute sweatshirt is in the wash, you're looking for another comfortable shirt. Spencer's been called away for a missing child, so at worst, he'll be home early tomorrow, if it's good he might be home in a few hours.

You've just run your hand down your last swearer, finding the material rough and unforgiving for you today. You run a hand down over the sweater that separate your side and Spencer's side of the closet. The feeling of the soft cotton sends a shiver down your spine, that's it. That's the one you want. Spencer's dark blue, light but warm sweater. You pull the sweater off the hanger and pull it on over your t-shirt. You press your nose to the fabric, breathing in the smell of Spencer's deodorant and cologne.

You settle on te couch with a hot mug of tea. You mind wanders to the case. Spencer muttered off some details to you bofre he left this morning. A 7 year old boy went missing from a church youth program, when his mother came to get him, the program leader said his grandfather had picked him op, but the boy doesn't have a living grandarent. It's case like these that make you not want kids. You'd love to have a family with Spencer, but cases where kids go missing from safe places, they creep you out.

While you don't want the church going, white fence or classic nuclear family, you'd like a kid or two, not more then three though. The idea of a family life with Spencer, it would be tough, with his job, but you'd really love it. Life in a home with some good land and a few kids runing around outside. You sip the hot tea, bringing yourself back to your reality, there's nothing you can do to help the boy. All you can do is be there for Spencer when he comes home, to keep him ready and able to help when another boy goes missing.

You take another sip, relaxing as the liquid warms your throat and stomach, making you feel cozy and safe as you snuggle op under a blanket. You're not sure when Spencer left, it was either late last night or early this morning, it was dark out. That much you are sure of, it was dark out. You hope it's not raining where ever in the country Spencer is at the mommnet. You don't even remember if said where he was going. Does it matter though? isn't a missing kid a missing kid no matter where they are from? You finish off your mug of tea, craving for another. You drag yourself op from the couch, needing some golden goodness. As you're stirring in your milk and sugar, Spencer comes back through your front door seemingly in disstressed. You grab another cup, kowing Spencer's wil either want tea or coffee. "Hi honey" You greet, watching as Spencer drops his bag with no regard for it's safetly on the floor. "Tea?" You ask, lifting his normal coffee cup. "Yes please" He nods, sheding his shoes and jacket. You never wore shoes inside, when you told Spencer this, he insitsted he'd do it too.

"Do you-" "He wasn't alive when we got there, he was dead within the hour he was taken" Spencer sighs, joining you in the kitchen. "I'm so sorry" You mumble, pouring Spencer a cup of tea. Spencer stands behind you, tucking himself close to you as he wraps his arms around you. "It's not your fault, it's the bastered who took him fault"

"i know, but still" You say, stirring a few teaspoons of sugar into the tea. Spencer's always had a sweet tooth, sweet tea and sweet coffee are a must. "Mhmm" Spencer adknowledges your statement, resting his head in the crook of your neck. "I don't wanna think about it anymore, i'm home now" Spencer presses himself closer to you.

"Of course" You say, crading your neck to let him snuggle close to your skin. His breath on your neck makes you shiver, but you let him, knowing the scent of you always calms him. "Thank you" He mutters. You tap his arm and he let's go of you. You give him the hot mug, and he takes it, tugding to the cough with you following behind with your own tea. You sit down nex to Spencer, leaning into him slightly.

"Is that my sweater?" He asks, laying an arm around your shoulders. You find yourself flushing. "It may be" You say, setting your mug down on the small coffee table. "You look, wonderfull in it" Your reponse is muffled by Spencer leaning in and pressing his warm, sweet lips to yours. You lay a hand on his chest in surprise. It takes you a second to kiss back, grabbing his collar with one hand and wrapping your other arm around his neck. He pulls back a second, catching his breath. "Was this on purpose?" He heaves and you stramble to know what he's asking you.

After a momment you admit defeat. "If what is on purpose?" You ask, toying with his collar. His hand grabs at the fabric of your- his sweater. "You're wearing my sweater, you know how i feel about seeing you in my clothes" He mumbles, straddling your lap. You grin. "Remind me" You sneak a hand down to pull his shirt out from his slacks. He seizes your wrist, eyes staring straighet at the sweater you've got on. "Don't push it, just kiss me" Spencer demands

"Mhm, i don't know, you're not being very nice Spence" You tease, undoing his top button. You smile as your tone makes Spencer shiver. "Please kiss me?" He tries, shuffling closer to you, bringing your bodies together. His arms settle down around your waist. "Mhmm, i don't think so baby-" "Please! Please i need to kiss you y/n" He tugs at you harshly and you chuckle. "Oh, needy for me? You need me?" You tease. Spencer gives you his famous puppy eyes and you melt, you can't help it. "That is not fair, Spencer Reid" "You're not fair either" He pouts.

You sigh and drag him down into a firm kiss. His lips are sloppy on yours. You slide a hand around his back, pulling his shirt op from his pants anyway. His protests are muffled in you lips, allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth. He softens in your lap, relaxing as you kiss him. You slide your hand op his back, feeling the soft skin. He whines at your touch, and pride swells in your chest. You love how he reacts to your touch. "Spence?" you mumble between kisses. "Yes?" He mumbles back, sliping a hand under your sweater to feel your skin for himself.

"It's wasn't on purpose, but the next time it will be" You mutter, firmly grabbing ahold of his shirt collar. "That's not fair" He whines, his mouth so close to yours that you can smell the sweet tea on his breath. "Tell me you don't want it then" You tease, hoisting his hips op closer to yours. "I can't" He gasps as his hips hit yours, grabbing on tightly to your waist. "Then quit complaining" You give your hips a small thrust into his, watching as he tries to not moan. "I'm sorry" He gulps, fingers digging into your skin so harshly you know you'll end op brusicing. "That's better" You praise. "Now tell me what you want"

"I, um"

"Use your words Spencer" You tease, watching as he blushes and tries to stammer out his answer. "I want to fuck you in my sweater" He confesses. You blush, not expecting this explicet answer. "Well" You huff, manuvering around to lay under him. Spencer follows, staying atop you. "You better get started then" You wrap your arms around his neck. "You are gonna kil me one day" He gulps, chuckling slightly. "Mhmm," You reach op and tug him down for your mouths to met again. You hook a leg op around him. "I might, but you'll like it i'm sure" You mutter in between kisses. "I love you" He whispers to you as he begins to kiss down your neck. "I love you too" You whisper back, sliding a hand op into his hair, tanggling your fingers in his soft curls. He undoes your pants, shuffling to get them off you and leave you in your underwear only. You reaching op, undoning his shirt and pulling it off him.

"Baby, if you don't hurry op and fuck me, i'm going to do it myself" You huff as he works to get his pants off. "Keep being a brat and i won't fuck you at all"

"Okay, okay, i'll be good"

"Good, because i'm gonna need you to you to hold on for a while" He says, slipping out from his boxers and tossing them on the floor. "What? Spencer that's not- hey!" You yelp as he lifts your hips and slips your underwear down to your knees. Spencer leans op, close to your face. "You heard me" He grunts. "I'm gonna take my time with you and you are gonna hold on until i give you permisson" Spencer muffles your answer in his lips and you stoamch twists. You know what taking his time means, it means he's gonna rail you six ways to sunday. And you can't wait.

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I'm okay

I run through the forest, my feet burning under me. My heart's pounding in my ears. My chest's tight, too tight, I can't breath. I stumble and fall over a fallen tree. I rush to my feet, stumbling on until through the dark forest I see the light of camp half-blood. The taste of blood is on my tongue, shit did I knock out a tooth or something. I swing on a tree and book it for the big house. Help, I need help. I yell for something, someone, I don't remember what exactly, but I yell out, it's loud, I'm being loud. People come rush out from all over. An Apollo camper, Will maybe, makes me sit on the front steps. He stuffs some paper under my nose. It was bleeding, that was the blood. "Jason, you're okay" He props my leg up, through all the adrenaline I haven't noticed that I had ripped my knee up pretty badly. I must look pretty shaken, because Will counts me through my breathing. There's chaos all around, campers running into the forest, the campers that had been with me, running out, injured and scared shitless. Some are tended to as soon as they run out, some are led into the Infirmary. Will wraps a bandage around my knee, securing it in place by wrapping it a bit down, and a bit up. Clipping down together with something I don't know. I take the paper away from my nose. "Nico, where's Nico?" I shallow down the lump in my throat, Nico, Nico was there, where is he. "I'm sure he's fine, just stay here" Will takes my other leg in his hand. Somehow I scuffed up my ankle. "No, He, He was with us" I heave. "Where is he?" "Shit" Will says, starring up at me wide eye. "He was with you?" "Yes, yes was I not-"

"There you are!" Nico crashes down next to me, he throws his shaking arms around me. "Oh thank fuck you're okay" He pulls back, leaning on shaky arms. He grabs my chin. "Did you fall? Are you okay? what happened? What's-" "Easy" I grab his hand. Will's called away, he runs off to help. "I'm okay" I breath. I'm shaking, it's hard to breath. "Can you breath? How are you? What wrong? What-" I shush him, gribbing his hand tight. "I'm okay" I whispers, breathless. I unlace our hands with shaking fingers, I press his hand to my heart. "See, I'm okay" His eyes are wide with fear. The light of the lamp by the door to the big house, is the only light. People are rushing by us, but we don't move. No, we can't move. The world is in chaos around us, but it's doesn't matter, nothing else matters, as long as Nico's okay, then I'm okay. The blood drips through the bandage, it's dripping down my leg, why did I wear shorts. "You're hurt" He cries out, completely out of breath. "I'll be okay" I whisper, heaving through my open mouth. Will runs back to us. He undoes the bandage and gives me something to hold over the cuts until it stops bleeding. He tries to take a look at Nico but he flat out refuses. "No, No I'm fine. Go" "Just let him have a look" I insist. Nico gives in at my persistence. He's a little scuffed up, but nothing's bleeding, he's okay, so Will runs along to help others. Nico's okay. He's safe, right here with me. My heart rate slowly down as the chaos slowly becomes, well, more organized chaos. It's still wild, but the Apollo campers have a hand on it. They know what they're doing. I hope. After a lot of reassurance I get Nico to let his hand drop from my chest. Instead he takes the hand I'm not using to stop the blood from getting everywhere. He squeezes my hand tightly. I squeeze back. He's not leaving my side again. How did that even happened, we were carefully. We did everything we were supposed to do. He leans into my side. Resting his tired head against my shoulder.

"You almost scared me to death back there, what were you thinking?" His voice is low in the moon light, almost like he doesn't want the people around us to hear him, which wouldn't surprise me. What I did was stupid, I could have gotten myself killed. "I wasn't" I admit, I wasn't thinking, I just needed keep the others safe, keep him safe. So I called after the monster, taunting it, then I ran, leading it away from the others. Away from Nico. I wasn't gonna lose another person, I wasn't gonna let my first, and maybe only boyfriend die before me. "You're an idiot" He says, shoving his shoulder against mine, making us swing for a second before I balance us out. "I know, I'm sorry" I mumble, my legs are heavy, my feet burning. "You could have died" "You could have died too" I shoot back. Nico huffs, and leans up. For a second I think he's going for my ear, to whisper some kind of theat. But he stops before that, planting a light kiss on my cheek. Blood rushes to my face, he's never, oh, fuck. "At least you're my idiot" He murmurs. I blush at his words, thanking Diana he can't see me all that well because of the moonlight. "Yeah" I mutter. Gods, that was a way to end this disastrous trip to the forest. Nico chuckles lightly, careful to not break the mood between us. "Your idiot" I repeat. I move the cloth off my knee, it's drenched in blood. Nico calls over another Apollo kid who cleans it for me and set on a bandage just as Will did. Expect that, now is the time where you suppose to put it on, when the bleeding has stopped, but I know Will was busy, so he jus needed it to hold for a while, while he helped others. I'm told to keep it clean, and to stop by the Infirmary until it's healed. I nod along, not caring one bit, Nico's okay, so I'll be okay too. Suddenly, the horn is blown, it is dinner time? We all gather up at the mess hall we're told to sit where we want, We sit at the closest table, the Zeus table, Nico sits on my left. Mr. D gives some sort announcement, but I can't follow, my heart still hasn't completely returned to normal.

We're given dinner, and there's a silence over the mess hall. Even while eating, Nico refuses to let go of my hand. I don't think I want him too. He finishes before me, instead of leaving, he leaning into my side, squeezing my hand. I squeeze back. Glancing over, I spot Nico's tired eyes, It's not late at all. But I get it, after such a big adrenaline rush, you can get really tired. He gives a small smile. I smile back. We'll be okay, we have to be. And that's why we're gonna be okay. Plus, we have each other. I have him, that's all I need. They call for the camp fire, But I hold Nico's gaze, the answer is already there. We sneak off to the green, to the Hades cabin, that's the closest from here. We sink to the floor just beyond the closed door. Lost in each other's arms, in the soft, gentle touches. It could have been over tonight, it could all have ended. I could have lost him, I could have lost my own life. But we have to move on, so we collect ourselves and get off the floor. Through tears and laughter, we stumble onto his bed. I take a good look at his tear stained face. The face I can't live without. The guy I can't live without. The worried has seeped of his eyes, replaced by relief. We're in the clear for now. I hope we can stay in the clear for a while. But that's pure luck. I caress his cheek, hold him close, I never wanna let go. But I do, shifting back against the wall. Nico follows, sitting himself in my lap, resting his head on my shoulder. "You really scared me" He mutters. "I know" I mumble back, wrapping my arms around his middle. "Promise you won't do that again" He pleads. "You know I can't do that" I whisper. Nico leans back to look in my eyes. He slings his arms around my neck.

"Promise me that you'll try, please"

"I promise"

Sick

I swing by the Hades cabin to wake up Nico. He hadn't been feeling that well last night, so I wanted to check on him. I knock on the door, shifting my book bag on my shoulder. There's no answer, so I knock again. Expecting to hear Nico yell back. There's nothing. Then suddenly, there's a noise. Almost like something being knocked over. So I open the door and step into the dark room. Gently closing it behind me. Nico's laying hunched over a bucket, both hands holding it up. He must have knocked it over. I drop my bag by the door and rush to his side. "Hey hey, what's wrong?" I ask throwing myself on the floor by him. There's vomit in the bucket. He's laying down on his side, upper body twisted over the side of the bed, head hanging over the bucket.

Nico groans, pealing his eyes open to look at me. "I, I think I'm sick" He heaves. I gently help him lay down on his back. I empty the bucket out the only window. Let's hope the grass likes puke. I set the bucket back down next to his bed. He looks pale, yet sweaty. I place my hand on his sticky forehead. He don't even jerk away or tell me off, he just lays there, he'd clearly just woken up. He's hot to the touch. I pull my hand back to myself. "Are you okay?" I cringe at my words, I know the answer already. "No" He grumbles. "Are you hungry? Thirsty? Cold? Hot?" I rush. Nico brings his hand up. "Shush, just, shut up, for a second" He mutters, gently propping himself up on his elbows. Slowly getting up to the headboard. I half sit on the edge of the bed, Gently grazing my hand over his arm. He shivers in the already surprisingly hot cabin. Though his skin is warm and sticky with sweat. "Your hand's cold" He says, yanking his arm away from me, rubbing over the skin. "I'm cold" he adds, bringing his legs up to his chest. Oh gods, he's cold. In this heat. I shed my hoodie, and pass it to him. "No don't-" "I'm sweating, and you're cold. Just take it" I insist.

He does. Pulling it over his night shirt. Almost snuggling into the familiar fabric. "Why don't you take a shower? You know, warm up?" I ask. Nico Sniffles, great his nose is screwed too. "It's, something" He mutters. I go to grab his arm as he get's out of bed, but he waves me off. "I'm sick, not dying" "Just didn't want you to fall" I whisper. "I won't" He grunts, and proceeds to loose his footing and almost crash forward. He would have, if I didn't grab him. "Not dying?" I joke. He responds the way he always does when he get's something wrong. "Ha ha" I help him to the bathroom. At the door, he pointily shoves me off, and grabs the door nob. "You're not-" "Wasn't going to" I cut him off. "good" He murmurs, face slightly red. He yanks open the door. "Do you want me to go?" I inquire "No, No, Just don't come in" He murmurs shutting the door behind him.

"Alright" I mumble to myself. I grab the book on architecture I borrowed from the Athena cabin, and sit waiting by the bathroom. I slowly lose myself in the architecture of ancient Greece, page by page I sink further in. The world around me fuzzing out. It's a wonder that they had the book in English, most of their books are written in ancient Greek. Just like most of books in camp Jupiter and New Rome are written in Latin. Which, If you didn't know, I don't speak ancient Greek, obviously. But I do speak Latin. Now that I think about it, I think Nico speaks both. I was starting to to think that I was overreacting, when there was a loud crash from the bathroom. Shit. I practically throw the book and race up. I throw open the door to find a half dressed Nico on his butt in front of the sink. "What? What happened?"

Nico slaps his hand over his eyes. My hoodie and his shirt on the counter. His pants mid down. "What does it look like? I fell. Now get out" He mutters. "No" I say, shutting the door. I walk over to him, picking him op off the floor, He struggles a bit and I almost drop him. But eventually I get him down, Setting him on the sink counter. "Just go-" "No" "Look-"

"Nico, You need a shower, and you can't really stand on your own, Just let me help"

"It's embarrassing"

"You didn't mind last time"

Nico blushes "Last time, was different" He mutters. "How so?" I ask. He whacks me in the arm. "I wasn't sick" "So what?" I ask.

He sighs. "Fine"

I slip off the rest of his clothes, and for once he doesn't protest. I slip out of my own clothes too, Nico refuses to look at me as we step into the shower. He makes me stand in the corner, I don't mind though. Even naked I'm feeling warm enough. The shower is small enough that even from the corner, we're close enough that if he falls again I can catch him without a problem. I look up into the ceiling for a second, checking for spiders and other bugs. But there's nothing, so I return my attention to Nico, who's washing the sweat of his side. He's turned away from me. Which isn't really all that out of the ordinary, he usually won't look at me for the first 5ish minutes when we shower together. But he ever stays like that the whole shower

And sure enough, he soon turns to see me, I look back at him. Waiting. "Well come on" He grumbles. I chuckle and take a step closer. Gently laying my arms around his hips, He shivers at the cold contact and pulls me under the hot water with him. The sudden change of temperate making me tense up for a short moment. Before relaxing into the familiar thump of the almost scalding hot water. Nico relaxes into me, and I keep a firm grip on him. We stand like that for a while, until he pulls back from me and go about washing his hair. But I take over, like I always do, massaging the soap into his scalp. He stands, eyes closed, enjoying the sensation of my hands. There's a small smile on his tired lips. For a second, he loses his balance but I straighten him up with a firm arm around his hips. "Thanks" He murmurs. "Mhm" I hum. I gently lean his head back under water, washing out the soap. I pull his face out from the water. Cradling his cheek.

He sniffles and I can't help but laugh a little. I rub soap over his neck, down his shoulder, his soft arms, his back. We both hum a song only we know. A song we made under the water, the hum of our bodies, the song of the water, the music of us. Our music. It sounds kinda silly, but it's a lovely feeling. To know we have something together. I know it's childish, but honesty, I don't care. Either of us ever really got to be kids, so I say, we get to be as childish as we like. I lean down a little but leans away. "I'll get you sick" He reasons "So what?" I gently grab onto his jaw and land a small peck on his wet lips. He leans up for a bit more, and I give in. Giving him a proper kiss. The only sound left is the water, running around us. His hand travels up my side and up to my neck. I pull away leaving Nico slightly out of breath. I chuckle and we get out. Drying off and getting dressed without a word.

I lend Nico a hand as we walk to his bed, I'd rather not risk another fall. He'd put my hoodie back on. And gods help me, he's looks so sweet, it's bit big on him, which is part of the charm. The sleeves are too long, the collar sags below his collarbone, and it hangs halfway down his ass. He looks cute in my clothes, he always does. Oh gods, he borrowed a pair of pants from me once, and they kept falling down, and even with a belt they kept slipping down when he walked. He's never asked me for a pair pants since. He lays back down in bed, his eyes droopy. He yawns and tugs the covers up. "I'll let you get back to bed" I say, getting up from my spot on the end of the bed. "No, stay" "Huh?" I turn back to see Nico sitting up again, "Won't you stay with me, just until I fall asleep?" He asks, his voice becoming hoarse. How I'm suppose to say no to that. "Sure, until you fall asleep" I go to take the chair but he reaches out for me, catching my wrist. "With me" He indicates. I chuckle, crawl into his bed, and wrap him up in my arms. Pressing him into my chest. He snuggles into my neck, relaxing. It takes maybe 7 minutes before he falls asleep. But I stay here, holding him close. It doesn't take to long for me to fall asleep either.

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