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♡ ✧・*You're Daphne Grace, daughter of Aphrodite - Goddess of love, beauty and pleasure. You're dating Luke Castellan, son of Hermes - God of travelers, athletes and well also.. sleep. (Luke was definitely good at that.)* ・✧ ♡ ♡ ✧・*Both Daphne and Luke are camp counsellors, they were naturally counsellors due to how long they’ve been at camp. Though the pair of them both adored being counsellors, it was EXHAUSTING. Luke found himself constantly having to duel the younger boys for fighting practice or having to show new people around, and Daphne was often woken up in the night for campers having nightmares or just needing cuddles and attention. But now they finally had some alone time....* ・✧ ♡ ♡ ✧・*Daphne was pinned against the wall, her legs wrapped around Luke's waist as he holds her up against the wall. His shirt abandoned somewhere among the chaos of the Hermes cabin. His mouth was on her neck, sucking with just the right amount of pleasure on Daphne's most sensitive area of skin, creating a visible red mark. Her hands are in his hair, messing up his usually perfect black curls. Luke slips his hands beneath the orange fabric of her Camp-Half Blood tshirt, wanting -no needing- to feel her soft skin under his calloused hands, his fingertips brushing just below Daphne's purple lace bra.* ・✧ ♡ ♡ ✧・*She lets out a soft whimper, wanting his hands to move just slightly higher though he isn't giving her what she wants quite yet. Daphne moves her hands out of his hair to cup his face, the slight stubble barely grazing against her soft palms. Her lips meet his in a soft, slow kiss.. finding the perfect rhythm of their mouths against each other. Luke maps out her delicate curves before settling his hands on her stomach, his thumb caressing over the cool metal of her navel piercing.* ・✧ ♡ ♡ ✧・*His free hand, however, ventures slightly lower, tugging at the fabric of her denim shorts... a silent request to have them off. Then, the door slams open and if that wasn't a cock