Marina feet were back on the ground, her chest rising and falling with each heavy breath. She pushed away a wet tendril of hair again - it was all trying to fall free of the bun by now - and looked up at him towering above her. No condom. Of course not.

But she didn't want to stop this. Maybe it was stupid and she knew she was just caught up in the moment but... She grabbed Percy by the trousers, pulling him back to kiss her again. "We'll make do," she told him breathlessly and then, unbuckling his trousers, she pushed him against the tank, slipping to her knees in front of him.