7. Consent Is Sexy In Every Language

With each touch of Percy’s lips to her body, Moira’s senses went deeper into an overload of pleasure. This had to be why humans were always falling in love. If they could show each other how they felt with their bodies and share such incredible emotions with their mouths and tongues and hands, she wanted to fall in love with Percy every day.

Love wasn’t something Fates were supposed to ever feel. Something they were never supposed to have. Which seemed very strange since a whole lot of the reason for their existence was to guide other beings in the universe to finding their true love. She’d put more fated mates together than she could count.

So why couldn’t she have the same?

Until this very moment the only thing Moira wanted was to end this horrible human-life punishment and go home where all the wonders of the universe were at her fingertips and she didn’t have to struggle to understand what was happening around her.

Not now. Getting back to the sisterhood and retreating into her old life of watching others live and love just fell quite a bit lower on her priority list. She still would go, this punishment, which was feeling more like a reward at the moment would end. Tonight she would claim every bit of the human experience she could. Moira would grasp onto all the infinitesimal moments of joy, excitement, pleasure, and pure love.

Someday when she was back up in the sky, deciding the destiny of others, she would remember her beautiful love and how Percy had so perfectly given his heart, soul, and body up to share it all with her.

Percy looked so deeply into her eyes that she was sure their souls were looking directly at each other. Slowly he unbuttoned the top clasp holding together the shirt he’d given her. “Okay?”

“Okay, okay, okay.” She wanted that barrier between them gone and his lips on her body again. Every inch of this human skin was tight and needy and she just knew the only way to release that tension was for him to touch her. All of her.

He was being achingly gentle, which was so incredibly sweet, and she understood it was important to him that he had her consent, though she didn’t know why. She’d never asked any of the beings whose lives she shaped and molded until they were set on the path to their destinies.

This moment with Percy seemed just as important as anything a Fate would choose for him. If she were an ordinary being, this would be the fate she’d want for herself. Yet no one had ever asked her what she wanted, just like she had never asked anyone what they wanted.

The tightness across her skin sunk inside and squeezed her chest and heart. No one had ever asked.

The sister Fates did what they believed was right. The right path, the right destiny, the right mate was chosen for the right reasons. Or so they all thought.

What if none of it was right? What if only some of the paths were what the beings under their purview wanted?

No one had ever asked if that’s what any of their charges had wanted. Who was she to decide? Just because she was born with the ability to guide people in the direction she wanted, did that make it right that she did so?

What if what she did was the very opposite of their true heart’s desire? So many of them may have been happy with the lives they had until she took charge and gave them what she thought was right for them. Like the lives of the witch and the little familiar she’d transformed into a human. The destinies she’d changed and been punished for.

Suddenly it became incredibly meaningful to her that Percy was asking for her consent, was making sure his actions were exactly what she wanted. It meant so much that those tears that had bubbled up out of sadness or fear before tingled at her eyes again.

This time she wasn’t sad or mad or scared. She was grateful.

Someone had asked.

Percy asked.

“Okay?” He said again moving down to the next button.

Moira took her hands in his and pressed her lips to his knuckles, then to his mouth. She wished she knew how to say thank you in his language. All she could do was attempt to show him with her body and the few words she had. She pressed their hands together over her heart. “Percy. Okay. Percy, home. Fate home.”

It was nowhere near enough to express everything in her heart, but his face lit up with each of her words. He understood enough for now. She kissed his fingers one more time just for good measure and then guided them to the buttons. “Okay.”

Then she reached for his pants. It had buttons too and she wanted them both to be able to touch all of each other. Percy asked, so would she. She replayed the difference in the way he said the words when he was agreeing versus when he was asking and then emulated the tone so the sound went up at the end. “Percy, okay?”

He breathed out a long shuddered breath. “Yes, Fate. That’s definitely okay.”

“Yes,” she repeated. She liked the sound of that word. Somehow it was better than okay, stronger.

Together they removed each other’s clothes, asking each step of the way until they were both naked. The air in the tree was much cooler than when they been here before, yet she was sure her skin was burning up. She was also sure it would feel better if Percy was touching all of her.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and pulled him down to her. They weren’t shaped the same at all. Where he was hard and rippled, she was soft and plush. She liked that very much. The way they fit together like a puzzle made sense to her. But their chests were not the only place that wasn’t the same.

She’d noticed the hard shaft of flesh between his legs when she’d pushed his pants off. She did not have the same, but there were several places on her body she could think of that would fit that part of him. Moira licked her lips, finding that while she wasn’t hungry, her mouth acted like she was, watering, wanting to taste him. She had a hunger-want for him.

The place between her legs had a similar feeling and she could hardly wait for their bodies to meet and fulfill that want.

“Fate, I’m going to make sure you feel very, very good if I can. You say, Percy no, if you don’t like what I do.” He kissed her neck again, then over her heart.

Moira tingled everywhere he kissed her and this time when she said her yeses and okays, her voice was deeper and throatier. It must be the hunger-want making her sound that way. “Yes, Percy.”

He kissed his way across the fleshy sensitive part of her chest. “Okay?” He asked, his mouth hovering millimeters over the hard bud of her breast.

“Yes, yes,” She could hardly wait for his kiss and her body actually reached for him, growing harder waiting for his mouth.

He released a hot breath that should have warmed her skin, but she shivered. Percy licked his tongue across the tip of her breast, shooting sparks through her from that simple act. She wanted more of that and hated not knowing how to ask. She pushed her hands into his hair and pulled him tighter to her breast.

“Okay?” She asked him, hoping he liked kissing her breasts as much as she enjoyed him doing that.

Percy hummed his response with her flesh in his mouth and her back arched into him, With each of his licks and kisses, flares of need coursed through her, swirling between her legs, making her squirm. She wished he would kiss her down there too.

He released her breast and kissed his way slowly down the round of her belly toward the apex of her legs as if he’d read her mind. He lifted his head just when he got to the curls covering the soft flesh between her legs. He was about to ask for her consent again and she cut him off giving it immediately. “Yes, yes, okay, yes.”

A soft sensual laugh bubbled up and he flashed one of those smiles that made her feel even more squirmy. “Just remember, you can say n?—”

“Percy, yes, yes, yes.” She knew that if she asked him to stop anything, he would, but she felt like she was going to either melt or explode if he didn’t kiss her again very soon. She laced her fingers into his hair again and checked in with him to make sure this was what he wanted to. Moira gave him the tiniest of pushes and opened her legs. “Okay?”

“Oh, God, yes.” He lowered his head and gave her a long, deep, kiss.

If she thought his kisses to her mouth or breasts was good, this kiss to the core of her body was something so beyond good she didn’t even have the right thought for it. This must be what love felt like. Not on the inside where it warmed her soul but on the outside where she couldn’t contain it.

Moira couldn’t stop her hands from reflexively squeezing and gripping Percy’s hair. The more he kissed her, the harder her fingers pulled, and the tighter her grasp on him. He wound the new sensations in her body into some kind of coil that whenever it released would reverberate into the fabric of time and space. She was sure of it.

She could no longer control the sounds coming out of her mouth. She didn’t even know if they were words or nonsense or both. It was all mixed up with her thoughts and his name. His name. That she could grab onto. “Percy, Percy, Percy.”

The more she chanted his name, the longer he kissed her core, the tighter the coil inside of her wound until she was sure she would break. Her breathing was much too fast, her heart pounded against her chest, and little sparks of stardust floated in front of her eyes.

So close, she was so close to— “Perrrseee.”

She cried out his name and the heat engulfed her in a supernova of her own body’s making. The place between her legs where Percy kissed her beat like a pulsar, flooding her mind, her body, her soul with a wave of magic so incredibly powerful she couldn’t possibly absorb it all.

Every muscle in her body contracted, trying to ride the wave of the magic, and every cell in her fragile human body sizzled under the onslaught until finally she melted and her body was released from the explosion. She slowly opened her eyes, not even realizing she’d shut them and saw tendrils of her silver, and his purple magic floating in lazy swirls around the two of them.

Dancing together.

Percy kissed his way back up her body and stared down into her eyes. He brushed a strand of hair off her face and tucked it behind her ear. “Wow. That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Fate, that was... wow.”

“Wow,” she repeated. Yes, that word felt appropriate yet still lacking for what had just happened to her. Moira caressed Percy’s cheek and wondered if she could make him wow too. She skimmed her hands down his chest toward his core. “Percy, okay? Fate yes Percy wow?”

She wrapped her hand around the shaft of flesh at his core and paid close attention to his reactions to see if she could figure out what felt good to him. Percy closed his eyes and covered her hand with his own, moving their fists up and down.

“Fate, that feels so good. You feel so good.” He made some of the same non-words as she had a moment ago.

She liked hearing them from him, knowing that she could make his body build toward the magical supernova too. His shaft grew bigger and harder in her hand and a small bead of moisture pooled at the very tip. It must be his body’s tear of happiness.

She swirled her thumb over the tear and spread its wetness over the tip of his shaft. His body shuddered when she did that, but not like when her body shook in supernova. Their bodies were different though, so maybe that was his wow. “Percy, wow?”

He peeled his eyes open and grinned at her. “Not yet, darlin’. But if you keep that up, I’m gonna wow all over you and then we won’t get to do the next bit, and I very much want to try that with you.”

Percy pulled her hand away and pressed it down into the soft blankets, and moved his legs between hers, spreading her thighs open even wider than before. “Remember, you can say no.”

She didn’t want to say no. “Yes.”

He nodded and slipped his fingers down to where he’d kissed her and made her wow. Her body had wept happiness there too and he slid through the moisture. His fingers emulated some of the same motions his tongue had and the coil began tightening again. She grabbed his wrist. “Percy, no.”

He stopped immediately and swallowed hard. “No?”

She wanted Percy’s purple magic to spiral into the air. It was her turn to give him the feeling of love. “Percy wow. Fate no wow. Okay?”

Percy’s eyes went all sparkly and he licked his lips. “No. Fate wow, Percy wow. Together. Okay?”

Together? Oh, yes. She definitely wanted to wow with him. It still didn’t seem fair that she got to do it more than once, but she’d make that up to him later. “Yes.”

Percy moved his hand back between her legs, but this time didn’t touch the same place as before. “Okay? He asked as he pushed two fingers inside of her core and a whole new sensation hit her.

“Yes. Percy, yes.” She wished she knew how to ask for more. Her body did it for her. She moved her hips and took his fingers deeper into her body.

Even without words he seemed to understand what she wanted and moved his arms so he thrust in and out of her. Without her even asking, his thumb went up to that sensitive place. The two movements combined tightened the coil until she was breathing hard again. The wow was coming and still Percy was with her. “Percy, Percy, wow. Fate noooo.”

He withdrew his hand, but quickly replaced it with the tip of his shaft. “Okay?”

This was what she wanted. Even though she’d never experienced any of this before, she followed her body’s instincts and moved her hips so that her body took his shaft inside like she had his fingers. Her back arched and her body pulsed like a precursor to the super nova of the wow.

Sweat broke out on Percy’s brow and his body froze. “Fate, say it. Tell me this is okay,”

“Yes, yes.” She moved her hips again and Percy grunted. Finally his body took over too and the first tendrils of his magic swirled into the air.

Time and space stilled, and waited for their two souls to join.