"Your wifely duties," Percy repeats, unable to keep from smirking. She's near enough that he's a little cross-eyed, not to mention tempted to close the distance and kiss her himself. "Is that what we're calling it now?"

In fairness, the phrase encompasses rather more than let me fuck you the way I want to; if he needs to stop, and he's not willing, calling a halt to proceedings qualifies.

He's dearly hoping this won't be too much for him, though. The weight of Vex's body is as familiar as it is welcome, and her touch has lost none of its power in the time since they last found themselves in this situation. A few weeks ago, it would have been well beyond him, but now, he's determined to make it happen.