#dyn ; pending percy & peter tag.

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@thwipmaster​ said: [ clean ]

     THIS IS THE PART SHE STILL hasn’t gotten used to.  it’s not the teamwork that leaves her reeling anymore, nor even the friendship—but this, the quiet moments at the end of the night, when the bad guys are locked away and they’re just peter and percy again. she’s spent so long cleaning up alone that it always catches her off-guard when he grabs the first aid kit and gently guides her exhausted frame into one of her mismatched kitchen chairs.

      it’s been a long night, longer than usual. percy’s not badly injured—a few bruises, a few scrapes—but she had ended up in a knife fight, and things had gotten messy. her hands and face are covered in blood, and her only solace is that not much of it is hers. when peter takes her hands to wipe them clean, she simply watches silently, the black eye makeup around her green eyes smudged from sweat and time. and when he brings the cloth to her face, her eyes flutter closed, the furrow in her brow easing as she leans, almost subconsciously, into his touch.

      she knows he’s finished when she hears him start to close the kit, and percy opens her eyes and reaches out to take his wrist. she holds it for just a second, clasped between her slender fingers, before she shifts and interlocks their hands. without a word she tugs him closer and rests her head on his shoulder.

        she exhales softly, trembling, and silently begins to weep.

NON-SEXUAL ACTS OF DOMINANCE