[ it's a pity luke doesn't have snakes for hair, or else he'd continue what he was doing, perhaps cover her entire leg with the markings of his teeth. he'd always noticed clarisse was a girl — one who prided herself in being more masculine than feminine, never afraid to get down and dirty with the boys. dirt would cake beneath her fingernails and she'd scrape and scar her knees proudly. but luke had always known that, despite all her sharpness and desire to be as blunt as a boy, she was always as curvaceous and soft as a girl beneath. ]
[ he smirks against her skin when he hears that whimper escape her. with one last bite and soothe over with his tongue, luke pulls himself away from her thigh, despite wanting to simply trail bites along the path that'll lead him to something sweeter. but if he stays between her legs, he won't be able to see her — and one of luke's favourite thing is to watch her. when she spars, when she climbs the lava wall, when she's simply commanding the attention of her house by her mere presence — clarisse had always been something of a beacon to him, his eyes always trailing after her in some way. today's no different, even though there's no wall to climb and ugly, bright orange shirt to hide the way her powerful shoulder-blades and the muscles in her back move. ]
[ pulling himself back onto his knees, his hair isn't as mussed as it would be if her fingers were still in there. he breathes hard as his eyes travel from the hard, strong muscles of her abdomen and up the valley between her breasts. luke's never been a particularly good swimmer — even when fighting percy on the surfboard of a wave, he hadn't been able to gain his bearings as well as he can in the air or on the battlefield — but he figures it's about time he tries out his strokes against clarisse. she has always been like water to him, able to be caught in between his hands, but she escapes through the open seams. he wonders if he'll be able to trap her now, or if she'll simply escape him again. stretching out like a cat, he places his hands on either side of her torso, and sweeps into her, mouth diving for hers with a bite to his kiss and his hips crashing into hers like that of a wave against rocks. ]
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[ he smirks against her skin when he hears that whimper escape her. with one last bite and soothe over with his tongue, luke pulls himself away from her thigh, despite wanting to simply trail bites along the path that'll lead him to something sweeter. but if he stays between her legs, he won't be able to see her — and one of luke's favourite thing is to watch her. when she spars, when she climbs the lava wall, when she's simply commanding the attention of her house by her mere presence — clarisse had always been something of a beacon to him, his eyes always trailing after her in some way. today's no different, even though there's no wall to climb and ugly, bright orange shirt to hide the way her powerful shoulder-blades and the muscles in her back move. ]
[ pulling himself back onto his knees, his hair isn't as mussed as it would be if her fingers were still in there. he breathes hard as his eyes travel from the hard, strong muscles of her abdomen and up the valley between her breasts. luke's never been a particularly good swimmer — even when fighting percy on the surfboard of a wave, he hadn't been able to gain his bearings as well as he can in the air or on the battlefield — but he figures it's about time he tries out his strokes against clarisse. she has always been like water to him, able to be caught in between his hands, but she escapes through the open seams. he wonders if he'll be able to trap her now, or if she'll simply escape him again. stretching out like a cat, he places his hands on either side of her torso, and sweeps into her, mouth diving for hers with a bite to his kiss and his hips crashing into hers like that of a wave against rocks. ]