The air in his lungs feels heavy and hot - his whole body does, but especially his chest - as she finally, finally touches him. His skin's tingling with her attention, his prick aching for her hand to wrap around it in earnest. That she doesn't isn't all that maddening, though; he'd like tonight to go on as long as they can make it last.

This is, after all, as close as they're getting to a wedding night. Vex deserves something spectacular.

"You, ah -" Percy swallows, trying to rally his voice. He touches her shoulder, as though to ground himself in her. "You haven't lost it."