(Leo's POV)

When (Y/N) gasped, I pulled away, thinking I'd hurt her. "What?" I asked. She shook her head. "Nothing. Just realized something not important," she said, using her hand to bring my head back to meet her mouth with mine. I pulled back, knowing she was holding something back from me. "No, apparently, it is important, or it wouldn't be bugging you," I said, putting my hand on her cheek. "It was more of a slight epiphany. It's forgotten now," she said, pressing her face into my hand. "Ah," I said, sitting back. "Do you remember what it was about?" She nodded. "Want to tell me?" She rolled her eyes. "You're persistent, but I guess. In the dream. I'd yelled out a name, and I just figured out whose I said. It was yours." I looked at her. "And you didn't care to tell me this because...?" "I told you earlier. It wasn't important," she headed to the closet to get dressed.

She came out of the closet a couple minutes later, in dark jeans, a black t-shirt, and black cowboy boots. She walked over to where I'd thrown her ponytail and picked it up. She brushed her hair and flipped her head down, gathering her hair into a ponytail. When she stood up straight and looked at me, I realized I'd been staring. Her gaze moved from my face to my chest, which was still bare. I got up and threw on a shirt before walking over to her and wrapping my arms around her waist from behind, pulling her back against my chest. I pressed my face in her hair, taking in the scent of strawberries. I moved my head down the her shoulder, my lips resting on her pulse. (Y/N) moved one hand to rest on my cheek, the other moving to cover my hand. "Te amo," I whispered in her ear. She smiled and said, "Te quiero, también." I looked at her. "I didn't know you spoke Spanish." "I've been studying for a few years now." I kissed her cheek. She turned into the kiss, running her tongue over my lips. They parted, letting her slip her tongue in my mouth. My hand went up to her chin thumb stroking her jawline. Our mouths fit together like pieces of a puzzle.

I knew I should probably check her neck, see if I could find a trace of the marks left by her dream. What I didn't want to do was pull away, so I moved my other hand to neck, gently feeling where the marks had been. (Y/N) gave a little cry of pain against my mouth, so I pulled back and looked at the marks. The pink was gone, replaced by a bluish tint. I groaned inwardly, knowing that it meant she was gonna have a bruise. "How bad is it?" She asked. "Look in the mirror," I said. (Y/N) glanced in the mirror and grimaced. "How would we explain this to Percy?" She asked, her hand gently fumbling with the bruise. I shrugged. "No idea." (Y/N) groaned. "You know, he'll probably figure out a way to blame you." She snapped her fingers. "I know!" She started digging through a desk drawer. "I know its in here... There it is!" She pulled her hand out of the drawer, holding a little square of something flesh-toned. "What is it?" I asked. "Blush makeup. I have it just for this reason." She walked over to the mirror and pulled the brush out of the square. She dabbed it in the powder before rubbing it on her neck. It took a few coats, but the bruises disappeared. "There, done," she said, turning to me. "Better?" I nodded. "You can't even tell." She shivered. "Are you cold?" I asked. She nodded, and I wrapped my arms around her. She stopped shivering and snuggled closer to my chest. She folded her arms, hands resting on my chest. (Y/N) put her head on my shoulder, pressing her face into my neck. I rubbed her back, trying to warm her up without using my fire. She made a noise at the back of her throat, almost like snoring.