Percy/Oliver drabble
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Fastidious
"Wait," Percy said. "There's a spider on your shoulder."
Oliver looked. "Where?"
Percy brushed it away. "It's gone now."
*
"There's a leaf in your hair," Percy said. His fingers combed through Oliver's hair. "That's got it."
*
"There's dirt on your face," Percy said. He dabbed at Oliver's cheek with his handkerchief. "There, all gone."
*
"I can see some fluff on your back," Percy said. He put one hand on Oliver's shoulder and plucked at Oliver's robes with the other. "You're all tidy now."
*
"You've got a bit of toothpaste there," Percy said. He thumbed the corner of Oliver's mouth, once, twice. "Clean," he said and smiled.
*
"You've got--" Percy said and stumbled as he took Oliver's arm. They staggered together and fell over in a heap.
"What have I got on me now?" Oliver said.
"Well ... me, I suppose," Percy said.
"Just so we're clear," Oliver said and kissed him.
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