Percy Jackson: Between Scars and New Paths

Happy New Year and a Belated Merry Christmas, Full of Gratitude!

Hey fellas,

I hope the beginning of this year is bringing new energy and possibilities to all of you!

May this new year bring many achievements, peace, and incredible moments to each of you!

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Percy Jackson does not belong to me.

English is not my native language.

Chapter 3

Percy Jackson woke to the soft sound of water lapping against the shores of Camp Half-Blood's lake. The first rays of sunlight peeked over the horizon, reflecting on the calm waters. He stretched and stepped out of his cabin with a light smile. The last few days at camp had been surprisingly peaceful, something he wasn't used to experiencing.

As he walked toward the pavilion, Percy watched the demigods beginning their routines. The tranquility around him was a welcome change, but he knew it wouldn't last. After all, in the world of demigods, peace was always temporary. Still, there was something comforting about being back, surrounded by friends and the familiar feel of camp. Travis Stoll was already up and about, clearly plotting another one of his famous pranks. When he spotted Percy, he waved with a mischievous grin.

"Jackson! If you want to skip out on chores today, I've got a few traps that could guarantee some fun."

Percy smiled, shaking his head. "This time, Travis, I'll stay out of it. But I'll watch from afar if you promise not to blow up half the camp."

"You know I'm always careful!" Travis winked before disappearing between the cabins.

Percy continued walking toward the arena, where Chiron was supervising some young campers. Lia, the daughter of Ares, was already there, sword in hand, wearing a look of impatience. Percy watched as she tried to bring down her opponent, missing due to lack of precision.

"You're focusing too much on strength, Lia," Percy approached, observing her. "The sword needs to be an extension of your arm, not just a weight you're pushing around."

Lia frowned but adjusted her stance. "I just want to finish this quickly."

"I know," Percy smiled. "But control is just as important as strength."

As Percy helped Lia adjust her technique, Jonas, a son of Athena, watched from a distance. He held his sword with discomfort, clearly preferring strategy over direct combat.

"Jonas, how about a more defensive approach?" Percy suggested. "You can use your mind to your advantage by predicting your opponent's moves."

Jonas hesitated before assuming a defensive stance, more at ease with a style that didn't require so much aggression. Percy guided him patiently, seeing the boy grow more confident with each movement. Marco, a son of Hermes, watched it all with his usual mischievous grin, clearly waiting for an opportunity to dodge the lessons.

"Not thinking about picking up a sword, Marco?" Percy asked, raising an eyebrow.

Marco shrugged. "I'm more of a 'run from fights' type, but if I need to, I know how to use this."

Percy laughed, shaking his head. "Well, running can be a strategy, but it's always good to be prepared."

At the end of the training session, Percy felt an odd sense of satisfaction. Teaching the younger campers reminded him of his own days at camp when he was still learning what it meant to be a hero. Now, he found himself in the role of a mentor, something he never imagined he'd actually enjoy, but in a way, it filled a void.

During lunch at the pavilion, Chiron approached Percy, bringing with him an atmosphere of calm that always seemed to accompany the centaur.

"You've been a great help around here, Percy. How are you feeling?"

Percy thought for a moment before answering. "It's good to be back. But at the same time, I feel like there's something more out there waiting for me. I don't know what it is."

Chiron nodded, his expression calm but full of wisdom. "The world always has something in store for heroes. But sometimes, a period of rest is equally necessary."

Percy smiled, recognizing the truth in Chiron's words. He didn't know how long this calm would last, but for now, he was grateful for it.

That night, he walked down to the lake, where he always felt most at ease. The wind was calm, and the surface of the water reflected the starry sky above. The serenity of the moment made him think of Calliope, the naiad he had met days earlier. Percy wondered if she would appear again, but the lake remained silent that night.

In the following days, Percy continued helping the campers. He spent extra time training Lia, Jonas, and Marco. Lia began to show more control in her movements, though her impatience was still something she needed to work on. Jonas, on the other hand, became more confident and strategic in his fights, while Marco became surprisingly efficient with his evasive maneuvers, making him almost impossible to hit in training.

Percy also spent time with his older friends. Clarisse, though as blunt as ever, offered a few words of encouragement. "You're doing well, Jackson. Maybe you need a real fight to remind yourself of that."

He laughed. "You might be right."

As the days passed, Percy felt the camp becoming more and more like home again, but there was a part of him that couldn't ignore the world outside. His mother, Sally, was always on his mind, as well as his baby half-brother and Paul, his stepfather. He knew he needed to visit them soon.

On the morning he decided to leave for New York, Percy said goodbye to Chiron and the campers, promising to return soon. He walked up Half-Blood Hill, feeling the wind blowing against his face as he waved to his friends who watched him go. As much as he loved the camp, there was something irreplaceable about being with his family.

When he arrived in the city, Percy headed straight for his mother's apartment. The familiar smell of homemade food was already filling the hallway when he opened the door.

"Percy!" Sally smiled, opening her arms to welcome him.

He hugged her tightly, feeling the warmth of home envelop him. The living room was full of life. Paul was at the table, reading something, while little Estelle, his half-sister, played happily on the floor with some toys.

"It's been so peaceful around here," Sally commented as Percy settled on the couch. "How are things?"

"Peaceful too, for now," Percy replied. "But I needed to come see you guys."

Paul looked up from his book and smiled. "Well, you've arrived just in time. Estelle's learning some new words, and I'd bet that 'Percy' will be one of them."

Percy laughed, watching his little sister fidget on the floor, and in that moment, he realized that despite all the adventures and battles he had faced, it was in these simple moments with family that he found his true peace.

He leaned back on the couch, taking in his surroundings. His mother's apartment was just as he remembered it: cozy, filled with small details that reflected the care Sally always put into everything. Estelle was still playing on the floor, babbling incoherent sounds, clearly trying to form words. Percy smiled, watching her so joyful and carefree.

"So, what's been happening over there?" Sally asked, while pouring a cup of tea for Percy. Paul approached, curious as well.

Percy accepted the cup with a grateful smile. He knew his mother always asked this question, and usually, he responded with a simplified version of the epic battles and dangers he faced. But this time, he felt like he needed to be more honest. There was something he needed to share, and this was the right place to do it.

"Actually, I needed to talk to you about something, Mom," he began, glancing at Paul, who sat next to Sally, showing he was ready to listen too.

Sally frowned slightly, concerned. "What's wrong, sweetheart?"

Percy took a deep breath, trying to organize his thoughts. "Annabeth and I... we broke up."

There was a brief silence. He could see the surprise in his mother's eyes, and even Paul seemed a little taken aback. Sally placed her cup on the table and leaned slightly forward.

"Oh, Percy…" she began, her voice soft and full of empathy. "I'm so sorry. What happened?"

Percy ran a hand through his hair, something he always did when he was nervous. "It was... complicated," he said, looking out the window as if the words were written in the sky. "She wasn't emotionally engaged. I thought we were okay, but I realized that, deep down, she was still caught up in her feelings for Luke. I think, in the end, I was kind of a comfort to her, someone she used to try and get over what she felt."

Sally didn't say anything immediately, but her eyes were full of compassion. She knew how Percy always carried the weight of his emotions and responsibilities, and it worried her deeply. Paul, who had been quiet until then, finally broke the silence.

"That sounds really tough," he said, his voice firm yet comforting. "You don't deserve to feel like that, Percy. Relationships are complicated, but it's important to know that you did your best."

Percy nodded, appreciating Paul's words. "I tried… I really tried. But in the end, I think she never got over what she felt for Luke, and that created a distance I couldn't ignore."

Sally, always attuned to subtle nuances, stood up and sat beside him on the couch. She placed her hand over his and gave it a gentle squeeze. "I know this must hurt right now, but I also know that you're strong enough to get through it, Percy. You always have been."

Percy looked at his mother and felt the weight of understanding in her words. She always knew what to say to calm him, and in that moment, he realized he needed that conversation more than he thought.

"I'm better now," he said, his voice firmer than before. "At first, it was hard. I felt betrayed, you know? But in the last few days at camp, helping the other campers... it gave me a new perspective. I'm starting to feel like myself again. More focused on the present, on what really matters."

Sally smiled proudly. "I'm glad to hear that, Percy. And it's true, you always find a way to bounce back. It's one of the things I admire most about you."

Paul leaned forward, smiling too. "And you know we're here for whatever you need. Life has its ups and downs, but having a strong foundation helps get through them."

Percy felt warmth spreading through his chest. The presence of his mother and Paul, the simplicity of being at home, brought a sense of security he hadn't felt in a long time. He glanced at Estelle, who was now playing with a toy closer to his mother, and smiled.

"I'm planning to spend the week here," Percy announced. "I think some time at home will do me good."

Sally nodded, visibly relieved. "That's wonderful. We've missed you."

The week passed peacefully and pleasantly. Percy enjoyed every moment with his family. He spent hours playing with Estelle, who, with effort, tried to babble something resembling "Percy," bringing laughter to everyone. They also went out together for walks in the park, something simple, but it brought a sense of normalcy that Percy so needed.

During the evenings, he had long conversations with his mother and Paul about what was happening at Camp Half-Blood, about the young demigods he was helping train, and how he was gradually feeling stronger emotionally. Sally listened attentively, always offering wise words, while Paul made witty comments, keeping the atmosphere light and welcoming.

Percy also had moments of reflection by himself. He walked the streets of New York, remembering all the times he faced dangers in the past, and how those battles seemed small compared to the ones he now fought internally. But, little by little, he realized that with his family's support and the friends at camp, he would get through this new phase of his life.

On the last day of his visit, Percy sat with Sally at the kitchen table, while Paul was busy putting Estelle to sleep. The soft kitchen light illuminated his mother's face, who observed him with a serene expression.

"I'm proud of you, Percy," she said softly. "You've grown so much. Not just as a hero, but as a person. Sometimes, it's easy to forget how much you've been through."

Percy smiled, feeling the weight of those words. "I think I still have a lot to learn, but at least I feel like I'm on the right path."

Sally held his hand once more. "That's all we can ask for, dear. Moving forward, one day at a time."

Percy spent the rest of the evening with his mother, enjoying her company and the tranquility of the moment. He knew that soon he would have to return to Camp Half-Blood and face new challenges. But for now, he was exactly where he needed to be.

Percy Jackson returned to Camp Half-Blood feeling refreshed. The week he had spent with his mom, Paul, and his little brother, Estelle, was just what he needed. Now, with a clearer head and a lighter heart, he was ready to reunite with his friends and get back into his routine.

As he crossed through the camp's entrance, the familiar smell of pine trees and the sound of laughter and clashing swords welcomed him. Life at camp went on as usual, with demigods training, chatting, and of course, always preparing for the unexpected.

Percy headed toward the Big House, planning to meet Chiron and catch up on what had happened while he was away. But before he could get there, a familiar voice stopped him.

"Hey, Jackson! Finally decided to show up?" Grover Underwood, his old friend and satyr, came trotting toward him with that comforting grin Percy had always appreciated. Grover looked a bit thinner but still had the same enthusiasm as ever.

Percy smiled and hugged his friend. "Grover! I thought you were out on a mission with the other satyrs."

"I was, but it got postponed. The forest nymphs decided to cooperate — for now, at least. Chiron asked me to come back to camp. And hey, I heard you spent some time at home. How's everything?"

"Better than I expected," Percy admitted. "I spent some time with my mom, Paul, and Estelle. It was good. I think I needed it."

Grover nodded. "It's always good to recharge with family. Oh, and speaking of family... we've had some special visitors at camp. I think you'll want to see who's here."

Percy raised an eyebrow, curious. "Who came back?"

"Come on, I'll show you."

They walked toward the arena, where Percy spotted Nico di Angelo leaning against a tree, watching the campers train. As usual, Nico kept his reserved and shadowy vibe, but when he saw Percy, he gave a small smile and waved.

"Surprised to see me?" Nico asked, crossing his arms.

"A little," Percy said, walking over. "I thought you were busy with Underworld stuff."

"I was, but things are quiet down there for now. Hades gave me some time off," Nico said casually. "What about you? How are you?"

"Better. I needed a break, but now I'm back."

Nico nodded in understanding. Even though he didn't say much, Percy knew Nico got him better than most people.

A little further on, they saw Rachel Elizabeth Dare sitting on the edge of a wall, sketching in her notebook. She looked up when she heard Percy's name.

"Percy!" Rachel smiled, her red hair blowing slightly in the breeze. "I was waiting for you to show up. How was your week with your family?"

"It was great. I really needed it," Percy replied, smiling back. "And you? Any visions or prophecies I should be worried about?"

"Not for now, thank the gods," she joked. "But I've been drawing a lot. Trying to turn some of my visions into art before they turn into nightmares."

Percy laughed, glad to see Rachel in good spirits and that, at least for the moment, there were no looming crises.

"By the way, did you know Jason, Leo, Hazel, and Frank are here too?" Rachel asked casually, nodding toward the arena.

Percy stopped, surprised. "Hazel and Frank? I thought they were busy in New Rome."

"They are. They're praetors, after all," Rachel explained. "But they came to visit camp for a few days, just to rest and check in on everyone. Jason's heading back with them now that he and Piper... well, you know."

Percy nodded, remembering that Jason and Piper had recently broken up. He already knew, but hearing Rachel confirm it gave him a strange sense of sadness.

"Well, let's go see how they're doing," Percy said, and Grover agreed, following him.

In the arena, Jason Grace was sparring with Frank Zhang, while Leo Valdez was nearby, tinkering with one of his mechanical inventions as usual. When Jason saw Percy approaching, he paused and waved with a grin.

"Percy! I thought you were staying home longer!" Jason said, walking over to hug him.

Percy smiled. "I thought you guys were still in New Rome. How are things over there?"

Jason sighed but kept his smile. "Things are good. Frank and Hazel are doing a great job as praetors, so I had some time to think. Now, I'm heading back with them."

Percy noticed the hesitation in Jason's voice and asked, "You okay? I heard about you and Piper."

Jason nodded, his expression turning serious for a moment. "Yeah, it was mutual. We were heading in different directions. And honestly? Part of what happened between us... it wasn't entirely natural. Hera pushed things more than I wanted to admit. She forced it from the start."

Percy frowned, understanding the weight of Jason's words. Hera, with her history of manipulation, had clearly played a bigger role in Jason and Piper's relationship than they'd realized. "That must've been tough to accept."

"It was, but it's also kind of a relief. Piper and I are friends, but we need time to figure things out on our own. And honestly, it feels good to go back to New Rome for a while."

Percy nodded, respecting his friend's decision. He knew all too well how hard it was to deal with the expectations of the gods, especially when they shaped so much of their lives.

Frank Zhang approached with his usual calm smile. "Percy, it's good to see you again."

"Frank! How are things with you and Hazel?"

Frank chuckled. "Pretty busy. Being praetors isn't easy, but Hazel and I are handling it. We're just here for a quick visit. Chiron called us to discuss some things between camp and New Rome."

Percy nodded, grateful to see them, even if just for a short time. Hazel, with her peaceful demeanor, soon joined the group, smiling warmly at Percy.

"It's great to see you, Percy. We've missed you," she said.

"Missed you guys too, Hazel. How are things in New Rome?"

"Everything's going well," Hazel replied. "The camp is at peace, and the Roman demigods are growing stronger. But it's always nice to come here, even for a short time."

Leo Valdez finally joined them, covered in grease and with his trademark mischievous grin. "Percy, man! I knew you couldn't stay away from camp for long."

"Leo, always busy with your gadgets, huh?" Percy laughed, eyeing the small contraption Leo was working on.

"You know me," Leo said. "Gotta keep camp's defenses sharp. You never know when a catapult might come in handy."

The group laughed, and Percy felt a deep sense of contentment. Despite the challenges and personal struggles they were all facing, being together, even for a brief moment, was comforting. They spent the rest of the afternoon chatting, sharing stories about their latest missions and adventures.

As the sun began to set, Jason, Hazel, and Frank said their goodbyes. They'd be heading back to New Rome the next day, with Jason going with them.

"I'll miss being here, but New Rome needs me now," Jason said, hugging Percy. "We don't know what the future holds, but I know we'll always be connected, one way or another."

Percy nodded. "Take care of New Rome, Jason. And if you ever need help, you know where to find me."

With the goodbyes said, Percy stood for a moment, watching his friends walk away. He felt a little sad but also strangely at peace. Camp Half-Blood would always be his home, and there would always be another battle. For now, he was exactly where he needed to be.

Percy spent the entire morning helping the younger campers adjust to the routines at Camp Half-Blood. He sparred with some demigods who were struggling with basic techniques and guided them through tactical lessons while Chiron supervised from a distance. By the time lunch rolled around, Percy felt the sweat running down his forehead, but he was satisfied.

As he approached the Big House to rest, Chiron called out to him.

"Percy," the centaur said in his calm voice, always full of wisdom. "It's good to have you back. The campers feel more confident when you're here."

Percy smiled, despite his exhaustion. "It's good to be back, Chiron. I think I needed this as much as they did."

Chiron nodded, but there was something more in his eyes. "There's something I'd like to discuss later. It's about the general state of the camp and... some pressures we're starting to feel again. But we'll talk more about it soon."

Percy grew curious but didn't press for details. He knew that when Chiron was ready, he'd call him for a talk. That kind of anticipation wasn't new to Percy, and something in his gut already sensed that this calm wouldn't last long.

Percy nodded and made his way toward the Dining Pavilion to grab something to eat. As he walked, he heard a sarcastic and familiar voice.

"Ah, my favorite demigod," Mr. D said in his usual lazy tone. He was sitting, as always, with a goblet in hand, watching the demigods with disdain.

Percy chuckled softly, already knowing what to expect. "Mr. D. How's it going?"

The god raised his goblet without much enthusiasm. "As boring as ever, Percy Jackson. But tell me, what brings you back to this miserable place? Weren't you enjoying your vacation with your dear mother and that irritating mortal?"

"I was," Percy replied, pulling up a chair and sitting at the table. "But I needed to come back. The camp always calls me home."

Mr. D looked at him with disdain, though there was a faint spark of interest in his eyes. "Ah, the hero always returning. But tell me, don't you get tired of always having to save the day? I get tired just hearing about your adventures."

Percy smiled as he poured himself some juice. "You know, Mr. D, sometimes it is tiring. But someone has to do it, right?"

"Bah," the god rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink. "I'd give you some good advice if you'd listen, Jackson. Stop caring so much. In the end, none of it makes a difference."

Percy just laughed and finished his juice, used to Mr. D's jabs. After a brief goodbye, he stood up to head to the infirmary. He'd promised to stop by and see Nico and Will, who were spending some time together after a busy period of missions.

In the infirmary, Percy found Nico sitting on the edge of one of the beds, arms crossed, while Will Solace, the camp's healer, organized some medicine bottles. Nico still looked like his usual shadowy self, but there was something softer in his expression when Will was around. The contrast between the two always fascinated Percy: Nico, with his brooding and mysterious demeanor, and Will, with his bright and calm aura.

"Percy," Nico greeted him with little fanfare, but Percy knew his friend was happy to see him. "I thought you were busy with your sword-fighting lessons."

"I am, but I couldn't skip out on checking in on you," Percy said, sitting in a chair next to Nico. "So, how's it going?"

Nico shrugged. "Things in the Underworld are quiet, so I'm making the most of my free time here. Will, as usual, keeps trying to make me relax."

Will laughed from across the room. "Someone's gotta take care of this gloomy guy, right? He always thinks he has to do more than he can."

Nico gave Will a mock glare, but Percy could see the affection in both their eyes. It was good to see Nico happy, in his own way. His relationship with Will seemed to have balanced something within him, giving him the peace he'd always sought.

"Well, you'd better keep listening to Will," Percy joked, smiling at both of them. "He knows what he's doing."

After a bit more casual conversation, Percy said his goodbyes to Nico and Will, promising to catch up with them later. The day was already winding down, and Percy decided to take a walk around camp, enjoying the cool afternoon air. The lights around the cabins were starting to come on, and the sounds of laughter and chatter filled the air. But something caught his attention. He noticed Rachel Elizabeth Dare sneaking around near her cabin.

Percy frowned, intrigued. Rachel wasn't the type to sneak around, especially when there didn't seem to be any reason for it. Curious to find out what was going on, he approached her.

"Rachel?" he called, trying not to startle her. "What are you doing?"

She turned quickly, her red hair whipping in the breeze, her eyes wide for a second before she relaxed. "Percy... I didn't expect to see you here right now."

Percy studied her for a moment, noticing something different in her tone. She seemed... nervous? That wasn't typical of Rachel, someone always so confident and direct. He took a step closer, intrigued.

"Is everything okay?" he asked, genuinely concerned.

Rachel sighed, putting her hands on her hips. "I... I needed to see you. I needed to talk to you. It's nothing... oracular, if that's what you're thinking."

Percy smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. He led her into her cabin for more privacy. "Well, that's a relief. So what do you want to talk about?"

Rachel hesitated for a moment, her eyes locking onto Percy's, and then she took a step closer to him. "Percy... I think we've always known there was something between us. Something we never really explored."

Percy was surprised by her bluntness. He and Rachel had always shared a connection, a mutual attraction that lingered in the air, but they'd never acted on it due to their responsibilities — especially after Rachel became the Oracle and Percy got involved with Annabeth.

"I know," Percy said, almost without thinking. "But you became the Oracle. And I... well, I was with Annabeth."

Rachel nodded, but her eyes didn't leave Percy's. "Yeah. And that's why nothing ever happened. But now... you're single, and I... I don't need anything complicated. I think we both need something... simple."

Her words hung in the air, charged with a tension Percy hadn't felt in a long time. He realized that Rachel was right. They had always had an unresolved connection, and now, with both of them free from larger emotional commitments, there was space to explore what had always been there. Rachel took another step forward, her eyes shining in the soft moonlight, and without saying another word, she kissed him.

The kiss was gentle at first but quickly gained intensity. Percy felt his mind empty of worries as he pulled Rachel closer. There was something liberating about that moment, something he hadn't known he needed until now. Rachel, for her part, seemed equally immersed, her arms wrapping around his neck as their bodies drew nearer.

After a moment that felt like an eternity, Rachel pulled back slightly, her eyes gleaming with a mixture of desire and expectation. "This doesn't have to be complicated," she murmured, still close enough for Percy to feel her breath.

Percy took a deep breath, feeling his heart race but also realizing that maybe this was exactly what he needed—something simple, something that didn't involve the weight of the responsibilities he always carried.

"No, it doesn't," he agreed, pulling her closer again.

They kissed for several minutes, each trying to take control of the moment. When they finally pulled apart, their breathing was heavy, and their eyes met, exchanging silent feelings. Percy saw the intensity in Rachel's eyes, a mixture of curiosity and desire. There were no more words to be said, and soon their lips and tongues met again, as if engaged in a chaotic dance, a reflection of the connection they had always felt but never explored until now.

When they pulled apart once again, Rachel tugged at Percy's shirt, revealing his defined chest. She began to spread kisses across his torso, slowly moving her hands down his skin, feeling every muscle. As she descended, she started pulling at Percy's pants, which soon fell to the floor. Once the pants were out of the way, Rachel paused, looking at him for a moment, an expression of admiration mixed with desire in her eyes.

Percy, however, pulled her back before she could do more. He lifted Rachel and, with a smooth motion, removed the blouse she was wearing, tossing it aside. As Rachel had done with him, Percy began planting kisses across her chest and abdomen, with care and growing intensity. When he finally slid his hands to the clasp of her bra, he removed it with more ease than expected. Percy paused for a moment, just watching her, admiring every detail. Rachel smiled, a little embarrassed but also confident, which made Percy smile back.

He returned to kissing her breasts, paying extra attention to her nipples, eliciting soft moans from Rachel that echoed like music to his ears. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the moment as Percy continued his journey of kisses, descending until he was on his knees before her. With a quick movement, he removed Rachel's jeans, stepping back for a second to appreciate the view.

Percy stood up and pulled Rachel into another kiss, their bodies pressed together as he led her to the bed. They maneuvered until Rachel was lying down, and Percy wasted no time in removing the last piece of clothing from her. He admired her bare skin, his eyes shining with growing desire. He began kissing the inside of her thighs, teasing her.

"Percy... please," she whispered, her voice low and pleading.

He smiled at her before finally granting her wish, sliding his tongue along the length of her pussy, making her moan with pleasure. Over time, he found a rhythm and even slid his tongue inside her, watching every reaction from Rachel as she completely surrendered to the sensations.

After a while, Rachel arched her back and moaned loudly, her body trembling as an intense orgasm took over her, her eyes closing as she gripped the sheets. Percy wiped his face and waited while Rachel caught her breath.

As soon as she managed to sit up, Rachel gave Percy a mischievous smile, signaling for them to switch places. Percy, now sitting on the bed, watched as Rachel knelt in front of him and pulled down his underwear, revealing how ready he was for her. She didn't hesitate; she took the tip of his penis into her mouth, making gentle movements with her tongue around the head, which drew low moans from Percy.

Rachel looked at him as she moved up and down, going deeper and deeper, pleasing him with silent intensity. Percy couldn't look away as she brought him to the edge, his moans growing with each moment.

"Rachel, I'm close!"

Rachel looked him straight in the eyes, smiling before swallowing his cum with ease, not stopping for a second.

She climbed onto Percy's lap, and their eyes met again, a mutual exchange of understanding and desire. They kissed, not caring about the taste left on Rachel's lips, and Percy hardened again, ready for her. Rachel smiled against his lips, adjusting herself on his lap, ready to continue.

Percy, feeling the warmth of Rachel's vagina on him, held her hips firmly, guiding her as she moved to better position herself. Rachel took a deep breath, her hands resting on his shoulders as she slowly settled in, feeling every inch of Percy fill her. Their eyes met once more, and the moment of silence between them was interrupted only by their heavy breathing.

They stayed like that for a moment, adjusting to the new intimacy between them. Percy kept his gaze fixed on hers, admiring the way her eyes shone amidst the excitement and pleasure. Rachel moved her hips slowly at first, testing the rhythm, and Percy helped, holding her firmly as he began to move in sync with her.

Rachel's movements became more confident as she fully surrendered to the sensation. Her body arched with each thrust from Percy, and the soft moans that escaped her lips seemed even more intense within the room's enveloping silence. Percy growled low, feeling the pleasure build as Rachel increased the pace.

He pulled her closer, their bodies pressed together, intense kisses interrupted only by interrupted moans. The feeling of being connected to her so intimately, after so long of repressed attraction, made him feel that the moment was more than physical; it was a release of everything they had ignored for so long.

With each movement from Rachel, Percy helped her speed up the rhythm, their bodies moving in perfect sync. When he felt he was close to climax, his moans became more intense, and Rachel followed, leaning in to whisper in his ear, "Don't stop..."

Percy gripped her hips harder, adjusting the angle and increasing the speed of his thrusts, making Rachel moan loudly as pleasure overtook her. He felt her body start to tremble slightly, her muscles contracting around him as she reached her peak, her nails lightly digging into his shoulders.

Percy couldn't last much longer. With a few more firm thrusts, he, too, gave in to the climax, a hoarse moan escaping his throat as he filled Rachel, their bodies still moving in a final frenzy of pleasure.

When the moment finally passed, the two lay together, panting, their bodies pressed together and sweaty, but without any discomfort between them. Rachel rested her head on Percy's chest, her breathing still irregular as they both recovered. Percy gently stroked her hair, a feeling of tranquility and satisfaction spreading throughout his being.

For a long time, they remained silent, simply enjoying each other's company. Percy stared at the ceiling, feeling surprisingly at peace. He didn't know what would come next, but at that moment, everything felt right.

Rachel, finally lifting her head to face him, smiled softly, her eyes glowing with satisfaction. "I think that was... necessary, don't you?" she said, with Rachel's typical tone, mixing honesty and provocation.

Percy smiled back, leaning in to kiss her once more. "Yes, necessary... and overdue," he replied with a hint of humor, making Rachel laugh softly against his lips.

They stayed together in bed for a while longer, in no hurry to separate, letting the weight of routine and responsibilities drift away, at least for that night.

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