#commandied

IT’S EASIER SAID THAN DONE, how Percy wishes he kisses her every day. But he doesn’t, no, because it’s not real, they’re not real, it’s all a ploy to get his family off his back for not having a girlfriend. Their first time went perfectly, Clarke coming over-his family LAUDED her, but there was no kiss-and, well, if they’re going to keep this up for the time being, there should be at least one, right? So that’s where they are now, practice. It’s just them, on his couch while his mom, Paul, and Estelle are away. So Percy just nods, releasing his teeth from his lower lip, “Yeah, okay, juuuuust like I would every day.” Slowly and slower, Percy slides closer to Clarke, liips parted as he leans in and presses them against her own. Simple enough, it’s not the first time he’s kissed somebody. Okay, I should pull away now, right? But he doesn’t. No, instead he slides even closer to her, pressing his lips more firm against hers. 

            𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐋𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 , 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌 𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐅𝐘 && 𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄.  the noise of the others talking around her turns into irritating static ,  she can feel her heart pounding against her rib cage inside of her ears━stomach turns like she’s going to be sick.     (    the  𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖘𝖙   thing she could’ve ever imagined had happened . . the one thing she feared most , hated the idea of with such a passion it turned her blood to lava && her heart to mush.    her father was dead , dead && she never got to have the time she deserved with him.   )      ;        not a moment later ,  everyone still standing ‘round in shock ,  jaw clenches && a sharp breath is taken into her burning lungs !    booted feet take a step toward the leader covered in white ,  hand reaching to the back waistband of her pants were her gun had been tucked.    hand gun is pulled out quickly && pointed toward the man who stood   𝚄𝙽𝙵𝙻𝙸𝙽𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶.      ❝  you motherfucker ,  ❞   she hisses , brows furrowing together in blinding rage.  he tries to speak to her , calm her down maybe ,  but eveline can’t listen to any of it.   his guards reach , raising their weapons toward her which only seemed to worsen to response :   ❝  don’t point that fuckin’ thing at me ! ❞    she shouts ,  gun in hand shaking.    / @commandied​​   gets a planned starter !

[iMessage: Clarke 😌] And you call ME a bad cook [iMessage: Clarke 😌] How much fire are we talking about though? [iMessage: Clarke 😌] Like a little flame or like a volcano? [iMessage: Clarke 😌] Oh and are you okay?

“YOU, SEEM, VERY PROUD, OF YOURSELF, right now.” minutes later Percy’s still catching his breath from their latest escapade. It started on the couch and ended on the floor right next to the couch-not an an attempt to make it to the bedroom. Every article of clothing’s scattered about the living room as the two of them lay together, bodies shimmering with sweat with their hair caked to their respective necks. Then there’s Clarke though, the sparkle in her eyes as she just stares at him after pelting his face with kisses right after the climax. Percy’s body feels like jelly-throbbing jelly, the sensation of everything she’d done to him still lingers throughout him. “Might just have to sleep here, can’t get up, don’t want to get up.” 

      ❝  don’t scream . .  put that shit down.  ❞      /  @commandied​​    liked  this  for a one-liner !  ♡

PERCY’S ONLY ALLOWED ONE KNOCK before the door swings open and Clarke pulls him inside and pushes him onto the couch, “I’m never going to be over just how stro-,” her lips are quick to collide with each and every inch of his face; his forehead, cheeks, jawline, lips, and even his nose gets plastered with a kiss. Percy’s eyes are wide, lips wide and parted with no snarky comment able to come out. She’s not finished though, Percy feels her lips connect with his neck-and then she’s unbottoning the top of his shirt where a few more kisses are placed along his collarbone with a final longer kiss ending at his lips in conclusion. Percy just blinks before his eyes widen, able to feel the caked kisses against his face as he final speaks, “We should do this every Friday.” 

So Murphy extends his arm and lets her see the burn;  hisses violently and takes a desperate swig of rum when she turns his wrist to get a good look.   “ What’s the verdict, doc? ”   he asks through gritted teeth, bitter sarcasm   l a c e d   into every word.   “ Sure hope you don’t have to amputate.  I’m right-handed. ”

there’s  still  anger  towards  clarke   after  what  happened  on  earth  but  she  needs  to  put  that  aside  and  talk  to  clarke  for  a  different  matter.    ‘   what  happened  to  shaw  ?   ’     raven is  heartbroken  after  losing  yet  another  person  that  she  cared  about.  she  knows  clarke  will  tell  her  the  truth  and  not  coddle  her ,   which  is  exactly  why  she  approached  her  in  the  first  place.