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Percy was sprawled on his bed, sound asleep. He had his usual intense, descriptive dreams - some about Gaea and some about Annabeth. Over these past six months, he tried tirelessly to train himself to remember Annabeth again, and now she was finally here. She was within 50 feet of him, which brought him so much comfort. Based on how their day had escalated, Percy hadn’t had the chance to share this with her. Yet again, she was his lifeline.
“Wake up, Seaweed Brain,” said Annabeth in his dream.
“Huh?” he muttered, slowly fluttering his eyes open, revealing Annabeth standing at the foot of his bed.
Realizing Annabeth was in his room, alone, his eyes widened, “Annabeth? How did you get in here?”
She stood above him, arms crossed. Her curls tumbled down her shoulders, grey eyes piercing through the darkness. Gods, she looks beautiful, thought Percy.
Annabeth caught him staring and rolled her eyes, “You’re not seriously scared of a four foot satyr with a baseball bat, are you?”
He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hand, “Uh, yeah. Kind of,” he muttered, voice slightly shaking.
Annabeth kept her arms crossed, stepped back, and leaned against the wall. They locked eyes again, confused but secretly eager. Percy pulled himself to sit up, facing her better. He took a shallow breath.
“Can I kiss you?”
Annabeth smirked, slightly pulling herself off of the wall, giggling.
“Sure,” she whispered.
Percy stared at the wall, barely above her head. Annabeth was so tempted to rush over to his bed, climb on top of him, and press her lips to his. Instead, she wanted him to take initiative.
With even more of a nervous tone, all Percy could get out was, “I’m going to brush my teeth first.”
Annabeth rolled her eyes again, “Good, because I wasn’t going to kiss you until you did.”
Percy stood, sliding his feet into his slippers, and walked towards his bathroom, “Can you at least lock my door again? I don’t want to get yelled at,” he instructed through the door.
Annabeth laughed from the other room. “I love it when you boss me around, Percy Jackson.” she teased, “Why does it need to be locked?”
His stomach did a few cartwheels. Unfiltered thoughts bounced around his brain, she definitely wanted to do something. For the first time, he pictured Annabeth’s legs wrapped around him, pressed against a wall, gasping his name repeatedly. His head felt foggy and he spit his toothpaste before he stumbled back from the sink. Percy quickly rinsed his mouth with a splash of water, mumbling, “Annabeth Chase, I swear to gods.”
Annabeth laughed maniacally as Percy re-entered his room, glaring at her sarcastically, in another failed attempt to hide his nervousness. She beelined to him, stopping abruptly before to stand just at arm's length in front of him.
Make a move, she pleaded in her head. Percy caught on, pulling her to meet him by just the sides of her face. When Annabeth’s nose hit Percy’s, she let out a small, shaky breath before she was fully consumed by him. Percy pulled away to look at her for a moment, her cheeks completely flushed. He shook his head slowly and kissed her again, stepping back to sit on the edge of his bed. She leaned down to kiss him harder, Percy pulling her to straddle him, one knee on each side of his lap.
Annabeth slowly lowered herself so her body was flush with his, Percy breaking the kiss again, this time in surprise.
“What?” pleaded Annabeth, feeling Percy’s hands migrate further down her thighs, pretending not to notice.
“Nothing,” Percy replied, kissing her again. Annabeth reciprocated so aggressively, accidentally catching herself off-balance. With a squeal, she fell on top of Percy, pushing him to his back.
Even though it was a reach, Annabeth took a leap of faith.
“Percy?”
He tried to kiss her again, “Yeah?”
She lightly touched her fingertips to his mouth, signaling him to stop. Annabeth leaned down to press her lips to his ear, thousands of volts of electricity coursing through his veins as she did so. “Do you want to go downstairs? Do you want to continue this downstairs?” proposed Annabeth, smirking mischievously.
His eyes widened, “Oh you mean …. oh wait. Okay let’s go.”
She scrunched her nose, “Okay let’s go?”
He laughed softly and kissed her again, her eyebrows furrowing. She pulled away and then pulled him from the bed, him trailing her while holding her hands from behind.
Before unlocking his door, she whispered and pressed her finger to his lips, “I have a plan, be quiet okay? And grab a blanket.”
Percy obliged, pulling a blanket off his bed.
Annabeth giggled, opening the door slowly to minimize its creaking. Wide-eyed, Percy anxiously followed her. He trailed behind, loosely holding her hand with one hand and closing the door with the other. Annabeth spun around and kissed him messily, him breathing into her mouth as she pulled away. She pulled his shirt as she leaned back onto her heels, “Are you sure you’re fine with this?”
He smiled and nodded, squeezing her hand.
Percy’s heart pounded aggressively and it wasn’t from the fear of getting caught. He could feel Annabeth’s fingers sweating out of nervousness as well, even though she displayed more confidence than he could. She glanced back at him as she opened the door leading to the decks below. He followed further, his own breathing starting to show nervousness.
Annabeth jogged down the stairs hurriedly and slid open the wooden door to the stables. She pulled him inside, Percy squeaking in surprise. Annabeth noticed and looked at him desperately. He brought his eyes from the top of her head to meet hers, placed his hands on the back of her head, and pulled her face to meet his. They both stayed hovering above each others’ lips momentarily before rushing to kiss one another. Annabeth frantically touched everywhere she possibly could on his frame, him panting in anticipation.
She sharply pulled his body onto hers, him wrapping his arms around her back. Percy tripped backwards, Annabeth yelping and laughing.
She pulled away. “Slowly, my ass,” she teased as he kissed her neck, picking her up. Annabeth reached her hands into the back of his waistband as he held her, one of Annabeth’s legs near dragging on the floor in disorganization. He noticed and pushed his waist higher to move her foot off the ground.
Percy removed his lips from the base of her neck, “Annabeth, wrap your legs around me, I can’t pick you up.”
“Don’t insult me, I didn’t notice!”
He raised one eyebrow, “That taken up, huh?”
She opened her mouth slightly, “Shut up! Put me down, you’re messing with my plan.”
He laughed feverishly, “This wasn’t the plan?”
She pursed her lips as she removed her hands from his waistline and he set her down, “At least let’s pretend it wasn’t the end goal!”
Percy picked up the blanket off the floor, “This is toxic behavior Miss Chase, using me for sex!”
Annabeth turned beet red, “Who said anything about sex!”
He kissed her cheek then whispered into her ear, “So you’re telling me that if I kissed you in between your thighs like you like and took off your clothes one-by-one, we wouldn’t have sex?”
“We haven’t had like sex-sex, Percy.”
Percy bobbed his head side to side, beginning to nervously shift from one foot to another. He hated to admit this to Annabeth, but his confidence was waning slowly. She had to do something. Almost as if she read his mind - she was quite brilliant at that - she took one of his hands into her own, smiled, and placed it on her waist.
“Just kiss me, Percy. That’s all I want right now.”
He nodded sharply, took an awkward step forward, and touched one hand to her face. She leaned up to kiss him, softly and unassumingly. The taste of her lips and the staggered pattern of her breathing were intoxicating. Percy’s head was swimming - ironic being a son of Poseidon.
Percy slowly walked her back to the stable doors, pulling away briefly to set the blanket down. Annabeth was tomato-red, and gasping repeatedly to catch her breath.
He smiled innocently, “Well, Miss Chase, did you want to finish your spiel?” Annabeth stared blankly, causing Percy to realize he had done this to her. He had the power to subdue the most formidable demigod alive.
“For pegasi,” she stuttered, shifting anxiously from one sneaker to another, adjacent to the blanket, “Leo realized later pegasi like to roam free, these are just sort of for décor now.” A familiar surge of confidence pulsed through Annabeth. She knew what she had to do next.
Slowly removing her t-shirt and tossing it aside, she fell into a cross-legged seated position on the blanket, staring up at Percy seductively.
“Sit with me.” Annabeth demanded. Percy’s eyes widened as he nodded in agreement, positioning himself on the blanket next to her, their ankles touching. He had seen Annabeth remove her shirt before, but nothing compared to this.
She laced her hand in his, him smiling as she did so.
“Leo learned later that pegasi like to roam free, so these weren’t of much use.” lectured Annabeth, laying back, her hair creating a halo around her head. Percy laid next to her, one hand on the side of her waist opposite to him. She asked if he had a nightmare when she woke him up, him explaining the dream of Nico in the jar, omitting the detail of him dreaming of her initially.
He slowly shifted his gaze to meet hers, “No more talk about Gaea and the giants.” He kissed her.
She pulled away, “Shut up, Seaweed Brain. Just hold me awhile.” To Percy’s surprise, Annabeth rose to her knees, unclasping her bra. Before Percy could even react to the sight in front of him, she pushed him to lay down, forearm on his neck as if they were sparring back at camp - which gave Percy a very R-rated sense of deja-vu.
With the other hand, Annabeth trailed underneath his t-shirt with her fingertips. He nearly inaudibly gasped each time she did so, but quickly quieted when she took off his shirt. Percy, now, had a moment to admire the sight in front of him.
Annabeth furrowed her brows, noticeably annoyed. “Fucking kiss me, hello?” She demanded again.
“Oh, oh shit. I’m sorry - you look - amazing.” Annabeth smashed her lips into his aggressively, which Percy guessed was her way of saying ‘thank you.’
They had gotten slowly more intimate since the Battle of Manhattan, but there was no situation with such intense lust like this one. Percy and Annabeth needed each other like air. He told himself, “Oh, you have to take initiative. Everyone always says girls like that.”
Percy gripped a hand on Annabeth’s back as he moved from her mouth to her neck, eliciting unadulterated noises from her as he did so. She shuffled from side to side, motioning her eyes to her waist, signaling Percy to take off her shorts. This was his opportunity to show her that even though she was Annabeth Chase, he could be in charge too.
He picked her up off the ground partially, Annabeth glaring at him sharply in reply. Slowly, as not to hit her head, he lowered her below him as she drank his sight with desperation, kissing Annabeth’s shoulder.
“Off.” he said lowly, begging Annabeth to take off anything separating them. Each time they swam, sparred, or became intimate, he never got enough of the sight of her in so little clothing. He always loved her body, how fit she was. Small scars painted her figure from years of training which, combined with her blonde curls and tan skin, made her look like some warrior princess - some sexy warrior princess.
Annabeth noticed Percy became distracted by her sight. He quickly looked down, feeling the heat in his core intensify by the feeling of her touching him. He wanted her to keep touching him - it felt like she was worshiping him. That was the closest to godhood he’d ever need to get. Percy obliged, shifting from one knee to the other, letting Annabeth remove his pajama pants. With a small maniacal laugh, Annabeth leaned up, Percy’s heartbeat increasing rapidly. She used the muscles in her core and her arms to support herself, pressing her lips to his V-line, consequently dragging her tongue from his hips, across his abs, and up to his neck.
Percy couldn’t help panting aggressively at her actions, feeling Annabeth smirk against his neck. He reached down, pulling the blanket further up, accidentally forcing Annabeth off-balance, catching her quickly with his forearms. Annabeth looked up at the sight of him bent over her, his sea-green eyes sparkling. The two breathed heavily before Annabeth arched her back to meet his lips. Percy pulled away, laying her down, ensuring he intentionally grazed his fingers from her back, to her side and to her stomach, pressing down lightly.
Annabeth tried to lean up to pull him to meet her, his hands conveniently still pressing her against the ground. She hoped he wasn’t off-put by how turned on she was right now, with her actions and between her legs.
“Get down here, Percy Jackson.” lectured Annabeth, gripping his forearms poised above her stomach. He lowered himself to where his body met hers in a languid manner. His lips conveniently pressed to her ear, “Tell me what you want, Annabeth.”
“I want you to touch me, in the ways we didn’t let ourselves before. I want -”
Percy knew what she was about to propose, mentally preparing himself to see his girlfriend in the state she wanted to be in.
“I want you to have sex with me.”
For a daughter of a maiden goddess, holy shit? Percy blank-stared at her momentarily before pushing out, “I would like - that - too? Um-“
“I’m naked underneath you right now, hurry up.” Percy glanced at her figure, then her underwear still covering her most sensitive parts. He removed them with just his fingertips, donning the most innocent expression as he did so.
“See, now you’re naked underneath me. Continue?”
She slowly dropped her jaw and looked to the side. Before Percy could even react, she grabbed him by his shoulders and pulled his face to hers.
“Shit!-” he yelped, Annabeth’s mouth cutting him off. She pulled away momentarily, hastily studying his breathing pattern and how aggressively his heart was pounding. Annabeth pressed her lips to his ear, “Percy, do something to me.”
He shifted his eyes from hers, to her neck, slower to her stomach, and finally to between her legs.
“Do you mean-”
Annabeth placed his hand on her inner thigh, “Duh, Seaweed Brain.”
Percy moved his hand further up and more inward on her thigh, laughing nervously.
“Is that nickname um,” he slowly slid one finger inside her, “Appropriate right now?” Annabeth gasped sharply, “Fuck - um, why not?” He kissed her shoulder again.
He giggled innocently, pressing his mouth to hers sloppily as he moved another finger inside her, pressing upward.
Annabeth bit his bottom lip, “Oh my gods, Percy- seriously?” He moved his gaze from her stomach to her face, kissing her cheekbone.
“Before you get too out of breath,” he moved his fingers slightly faster, pressing his thumb to her clit and circling it, “Does anyone ever come down here?” Percy moved his hands to her neck, refraining from using any pressure, knowing she just liked the feeling of both sets of fingers touching where they currently were.
Annabeth drew a long breath in, “N-no. Not frequently- Percy!”
Percy nodded innocently, kissing the top of Annabeth’s nose, “Oh that’s so perfect, because I want to do things with you that I got to hear about at New Rome but uh- never got to do yet.” That simple run-on sentence made Annabeth more turned on than she thought she could be.
“Percy!” Annabeth moaned aggressively, raking her fingernails down his back. Percy pulled his fingers out quickly, making her whimper in denial - even though she knew what was about to happen would feel so much better. He wiped his fingers on the blanket, touching the sides of her body, kissing her belly button, her neck, and finally her lips again.
Taking a moment to look down at her breathless figure, Percy almost wished he didn’t. Seeing Annabeth exasperated and desperate for his touch in a way they’d never tried, he knew he wouldn’t last long for her. He couldn’t look at her like this any longer without doing something.
Annabeth aggressively kissed his neck, pushing up so their most intimate parts aligned. “Please,” she mouthed in request. Percy knew he didn’t stand a chance.
“I told myself I didn’t want this to be the first time I said, ‘I love you,’ but I love you. I’m almost embarrassed to admit the amount of times I’d dreamed about doing this with you.”
Perhaps the most “Annabeth” sentence came out of her mouth next in an attempt to disguise the hidden nerves and year-long anticipation, “Well it’s probably not going to take very long- oh my god. I’m so sorry that came out so wrong, Percy Jackson. Please I literally need you to fuck me right now so I don’t say anything else.”
Percy tried so hard to hide his laughter, secretly to make her want him even more. He wanted to hear her apologize, beg for him, plead for him to do whatever he was doing harder, all of the above.
He adjusted his head to face her square-on, switching from his usual tactic of looking right above her head to avoid finishing right there and ruining it all, “You're right, there’s only one way for you to apologize to me right now, Annabeth Chase.”
“Stop fucking talking I swear to -”
“No, you need to ‘seriously, stop talking.’” Percy said sarcastically, Annabeth mockingly pursing her lips in detest.
“Yes?”
Annabeth rolled her eyes, “No, Percy. I’m splayed out on the floor for no reason,” she caught him blank staring at her, “I’m going to stop talking. Yes, please have sex with me. So sorry.”
Percy got one more laugh in before their relationship with each other, for the Olympians, and with the rest of the world changed forever. He pushed forward.
Gauging Annabeth’s reaction, he slowly went further, inch by inch. She had this pleasured, but also typical sassy Annabeth expression on her face like, Um, all the way? Get on with it?
The expression shifted on her face, kissing him lovingly she whispered into his ear, “Move, I can handle it.”
Percy couldn’t tell if it was just the state they were in, the luster of her voice, or the humid air, but she sounded a lot less like a childhood friend and more like a woman that wanted him - wanted him sexually.
Being sexually attracted to your best friend was something, well - different than Percy imagined. It wasn’t like laying in a bed of flowers surrounded in butterflies like those Hallmark movies his mother would watch insinuated. No, it was foreign for him to watch her struggle to scream his name because she was so inundated with pleasure. It seemed wrong for him to respect someone for so many years and also desire to unravel her. It felt like the ultimate form of prayer to do this to her - unlike what society stigmatized about sex.
Percy continued to move in and out of her slowly, the rhythm being unfamiliar but natural at the same time. Each time he moved his hips a certain way, Annabeth would whimper his name while grappling his arm. He tried to hit that spot repeatedly, not necessarily understanding why it was any different - a question for later, obviously.
“How do you feel?” he asked in a shaky tone between breaths.
“Good, different than I thought.” He looked concerned, while swallowing a gasp she managed, “Good different, Percy.”
Percy smirked, “Can I put your legs on my shoulders? I heard it feels better.” He stopped moving momentarily, still inside her.
Annabeth lifted her head up, “How does that- nevermind.”
He smiled, “I guess this is one thing I researched better than you,” he gripped the underneath of her thighs, Annabeth sitting up to see what he was doing.
“Lean back, Annabeth.” ordered Percy, “Tell me if this hurts you.”
“It won’t.”
“That’s not what I asked, was it?”
Annabeth pursed her lips, “I should have stolen some of Coach’s wine for this.” Percy stopped mid-motion as he was pulling her calves to his shoulders and glanced down at her with sarcastic confusion, “You didn’t want to be of sound mind for this?” Annabeth blinked aggressively before replying, Percy continuing to place her legs on his shoulders. Even though she was about to retort, her eyes widened momentarily in anticipation.
“You’re twisting me into a pretzel right now and you don’t think it’s awkward?” snapped Annabeth jokingly. Percy bit the inside of his lip, theatrically pretending to not look at her on purpose, hoping it made her beg for him more. He always loved that.
While keeping solid eye contact with the wall several feet away, he stroked the outside of her thighs. She grabbed his hand with a groan of discontent at his protest and he playfully slapped it away, whipping his head dramatically to look at the other wall to Annabeth’s left this time.
“Percy! Look at-” He slammed a finger over her lips. She quieted.
“No, stop yelling. You’re about to scream my name for other reasons.” The desire twisting in Annabeth’s gut intensified.
“Well, are you gonna-” He cut her off by pushing into her, drastically harder than the first time, Annabeth arching her back sharply in reply. He thrusted a few more times, refusing to look at her again until she gasped his name.
Between heavy breaths she gasped, “What - the - fuck - Percy!” He looked at her, as promised, and his lips flew to her mouth. He could smell her lemon shampoo and relished in the way her hot breath panted against him. Annabeth lazily flung her hands above her head, Percy leaning further up to pin them above her head. Little did he realize, when he did this, he had pressed into her harder for a few seconds, causing her to let out his name in a few explicatives.
“Shit, Annabeth - I can’t -”
“Please!” she yelled back in reply.
His vision blurred momentarily as a wave of pleasure crashed into him, making his head spin more than anytime he’d used his powers. It was like the world cracked under the pressure of their love, shattering their ancestral rivalry into unidentifiable pieces.
Percy collapsed onto her stomach, still buried in her. “Annabeth, did you-”
She pushed a few breaths out, “No, but seriously. It was our first time. I didn’t expect to.” He pulled his chin off her chest, “No, but, you were so close when I was fingering you. I shouldn’t have stopped.” Annabeth shook her head aggressively, furrowing her eyebrows, “No, I mean I wasn’t lying when I said I was close, but it would have probably taken like another ten-,” she tilted her head to the side as best she could, looking at the ceiling for a moment, “ish, minutes.”
Percy pulled out of her, lifted his head off her chest, pushed her legs apart, and shoved his head between her thighs. Annabeth tapped his head twice, “Percy, I’m seriously exhausted. Let’s go to sleep, and how about if we wake up, we can do it again.” Percy pulled his head up and crossed his arms ceremoniously over her legs, “Fine. I’m not allowing myself to have sex with you again until you finish because, on the gods, it’s tough to last long when you start screaming my name.”
Annabeth had to pretend there wasn’t a small part of her mind that wanted to go for a second round after that comment. He climbed back between her legs, and on top of her again.
“Can I clean you up?” he poised, innocently staring into her storm-gray eyes. She frantically looked from one side, then to the other, “I-I forgot a towel.” Percy slid to where her face was level with hers, “You seriously planned this so hard you thought of a towel.” She stared back, “What? You thought this was spontaneous?” He mockingly dropped his jaw, closed it, then kissed her slightly parted lips. Neither moved from the kiss or tried to make out with a purpose. He pulled away, pressing one last kiss to her nose.
Her lips curled into a small smile, “I personally like feeling like an adult painting right now.”
Percy couldn’t help but chuckle, the vibrations reverberating onto her lips hovering below his. She grabbed his face then gave him a small peck. Annabeth pushed him away, forcing the back of her head into the cold, wooden floor.
“Put your clothes on and sneak to the dungeon bathroom with me. We can clean up there.” He hastily nodded, reluctantly peeling himself off of her. Percy fumbled to pull his boxers on, his pajama pants then attempted to find his shirt, to Annabeth’s notice. She seductively pulled herself from the floor, intentionally rolling her hips forward, still unclothed.
“No, no shirt.” demanded Annabeth, swatting his hand. Percy quickly nodded, tossing the shirt to the side. “Hand me mine though, it’s long enough to cover.”
“Did you do that on purpose- what am I asking. Nevermind. Of course you did.” She smirked, scooting closer to him and raising her arms above her head. He obliged and dressed her, Annabeth smirking harder while giggling. Both helped each other up on shaky legs.
She leaned into him as she stood, him doing the same. Annabeth pressed her lips to his ear, “Now, if we wake back up, easy access.” Percy’s cheeks flushed while Annabeth laughed at the scene.
“Now, c’mon Seaweed Brain, I have to pee. You’re not allowed to watch though.”
Percy glanced down at her in disapproval, “My face was in between your legs three minutes ago and you’re being weird about peeing in front me?” She nodded unceremoniously, “Yes?”
“Okay, weirdo.”
She pursed her lips, “Thought it was Wise Girl, Percy Jackson?”
He bobbed his head from side to side sarcastically, “Okay, Wise Girl.”
She smiled mockingly, “Thank you. Now, follow me.”
Percy obliged and trudged behind Annabeth, holding his girlfriend’s hand as he followed. The bathroom on the ship was embarrassingly far from the stables. He looked down at the sight of Annabeth barefoot, his Beachfront Bob’s! Shirt falling below her knees. Percy thirsted at the idea of pulling that shirt up and fulfilling her again, in more ways than one.
The couple came up to a wooden door, awkwardly set in the middle of the desolate hallway. Annabeth turned around and motioned her head towards the door, turning the handle and pulling Percy inside. Their ragged breaths echoed in the tiled bathroom.
“Is that-” Percy turned around, “lemons?” Annabeth hummed in approval as she kissed Percy, moving backwards, pulling him towards the sink. He reached out his arm to flip the lights on, Annabeth swatting his hand away in response. She pulled away from the kiss momentarily, the light from the nightlight illuminating her striking features. Earlier, he didn’t think she could look more beautiful than she did when she was unraveling slowly beneath him.
Now she did.
To Annabeth’s surprise, Percy hastily picked her up and placed her on the sink, her wrapping her legs around his waist in approval. He pressed his lips to her ear this time, “Did you need to pee pee or sex pee?”
Annabeth turned her head to look at him straight on, “Oh, you know about that?”
“I read.”
“No, you don’t.”
“Dare I mention our dead friend when your legs are wrapped around me and you’re not wearing underwear?”
“... Charles?”
“...”
“Sorry. Sex pee, why?” she asked, changing her tone from real-annoyed to fake-annoyed and sarcastic.
“Because I want to make you finish before we go to bed if you’ll let me.”
“Percy I-,” Annabeth cut herself off by kissing him. She pulled away, “It’s just like, that state of me, it makes me nervous.”
Percy moved his arms from her waist to her shoulders.
“Well, I obviously won’t if you don’t want to but,” he kissed her, “Will you tell me why? And we can talk about it?”
She dragged her hands languidly from his neck to his chest, “I just hate you seeing me vulnerable, and I think the lack of control.”
He kissed her forehead, “Obviously, you can say no, but what if I let you be in control. Like you walk me through it, every step of the way. You tell me what you want, what you need, and I’ll do it - well, if I know how.”
This got a laugh out of Annabeth, pressing her forehead to his, “I’m good with that,” she whispered back, smashing her lips into his. His tongue met hers with purpose, awkwardly fumbling to pull her shirt off. Annabeth noticed he was struggling (slightly) and helped him by lifting her arms above her head. He pulled his lips and tongue down to her chin as he tossed Annabeth’s shirt onto the sink behind her. She was completely exposed to him again, her legs widening as he started to kiss her neck. Annabeth traced her fingers up from his shoulders to his scalp, toying with his tousled black hair between her fingers as he mouthed her.
When he moved his lips to her bare chest, she pressed his head tenderly into her. Soft gasps left her core, not necessarily in response to what was going on currently, even though it felt amazing, but what was to come. She felt his teeth make contact with a part of her skin, Annabeth yelping in surprise, “You can’t be yelling yet, Annabeth. Not at that, anyway.” Sweat streaked the ends of her golden curls, tacky to her chest and back. After that comment, Annabeth had never wanted him so badly.
And, after seeing her in this state, Percy had never wanted her so desperately. He needed her in a way that altered Olympus.
The two stared at each other like this, seemingly forever. Annabeth’s mouth partially open, breathing heavily in anticipation. Percy entrenched in her grasp, well, in between her legs.
Annabeth got tired of this stalemate and pulled his chin to meet her face with her pointer finger, at a torturously slow pace for him. He wanted to swallow her. Annabeth didn’t even give him a chance to speak before she craned her neck to kiss him with an open mouth. He obliged so aggressively the two toppled backwards, falling into the mirror with a loud thunk noise. She pulled away, “I don’t care about that we didn’t break it-” He cut her off with his mouth, sliding one hand up her thigh.
“Percy, I-” He refused to let her get a word in, “Percy!” She grabbed his face with both hands to stop him from kissing her again. He protested.
“You’re seriously - going to like - what I have - to - say!” Finally, he listened. The two were nose to nose, breathless.
Annabeth smirked and tilted her head to the side, sarcastically with a, “Thank you!” She sighed, “I want you to have sex with me instead and I want you to do it slowly. I read you’ll finish slower that way then, like, pounding into me like before. Um - not that I didn’t like it! Anyways, we were plotting to have our first time like this, um, kind of sneaky way before, uh, you know.” Percy’s eyes widened as he pursed his lips simultaneously.
Blood rushed to Percy’s cheeks.
He placed one hand on the mirror above her, Annabeth staring at him back while he did so. She leaned up to his ear, “Can I take your pants off now, again?” He nodded, wordlessly. Annabeth slid her hands to his back then to his waistband, pushing down on the waistband. His pajama pants fell to the floor swiftly, adjacent to the T-shirt Annabeth had stolen from him before he was taken. Beads of sweat accumulated on his forehead as he kicked his pants to the side, eliciting a soft giggle from Annabeth.
Annabeth brought her lips to his directly, just far enough away where she wasn’t kissing him but their lips were touching, “Now, make love to me, Percy Jackson.” It was almost as if Annabeth pressed a button when she said that. Percy’s hands flew to her chest, kissing every spot possible. Annabeth moaned repeatedly in natural reply.
“Too loud, Annabeth,” Percy whispered, moving one hand from her chest to her mouth, pressing down.
She let out a groan of detest, but secretly also pleasure. Annabeth grabbed Percy’s wrist and pulled his hand off her mouth.
“Percy, please, I’m seriously so close already with all this talk -” he grabbed her neck with his teeth, “Please - just - have sex with me.” He looked up, “Oh, are you begging me, Chase?” She blinked aggressively.
He pulled his body flush to hers, their sensitive parts aligned once again, Annabeth panting now in anticipation.
Percy now brought his lips to her ear, kissing it before he spoke, “Tell me one more time, Annabeth, what do you want from me?”
She moved her chin up, mouth nearly level to his, “I want to have sex with you again.”
“With me again what?”
Annabeth pulled her face back, “I’m not saying please again, I’m not a child. I’m asking my boyfriend to fuck me senseless.” A smile crept to Percy’s lips and he pushed forward. The two groaned simultaneously as he did so, Percy pausing for a moment before he started moving. Annabeth placed both hands on the small of his back, “I controlled you here once before and now I’m doing it again -” she brought her voice to a whisper, “Move.”
He pulled out slightly, methodically then thrust into her again, Annabeth’s hand flying to her mouth, “Mmm!” she cried out, muffled, nodding for him to start a rhythm. Percy pulled her closer by her back, desperately trying to be in her as much as possible.
“Fuck, you forget you’re inside me whenever you do that. Jesus.”
He began a slow pace, Annabeth wrapping her legs around him.
“No, that one was on purpose. I liked your reaction last time.”
Annabeth’s eyes went unfocused momentarily, “Stop saying shit like that, gods!” she strain-whispered, tilting her head back slightly, Percy used this leverage to kiss the front of her neck, giving her a mark on top of her collarbone.
Percy was about to come up with another retort when they heard familiar voices outside.
“Oh!” exclaimed Annabeth, Percy kissing her to shut her up, slowing his pace even more, but pressing into her harder. "Quiet," he mouthed.
Footsteps echoed outside the door, “Earthquake? What earthquake?” said a female voice, presumably Piper’s.
“Greece, in Athens. At the Acropolis I think? Frank said it might be Gaea. Hold on, I need to pee, give me two seconds,” said a male voice directly outside the door, most presumably Leo.
“Shit.” thought Annabeth, “Percy, did you lock the door?” she mouthed. He shook his head frantically, hastily leaning back to lock it, Annabeth whimpering involuntarily on accident. The lock turned with a shrill clack, Percy returning his hands to his girlfriend’s mouth. He started moving again, Annabeth’s face twisting with pleasure and surprise.
“What the fuck, Percy?” she whispered into his hand, placing her arms around his neck. Percy shook his head, a smirk creeping back onto his face.
He leaned into her ear again, “Just stay quiet.”
Annabeth had to use every bit of willpower not to unfold right there. He had this dorky sultriness to him, but it was so sensual.
The door handle jiggled. The couple looked at each other sharply, now worried it was Leo - or even worse Coach Hedge. Even though the door was locked, there were still things to be heard.
“Annabeth? Are you okay?” said Leo outside the door, positively him at this point, the grin in his voice and slight accent giving it away.
Percy sucked another mark into Annabeth’s chest, her silently swatting at him in defiance.
She straightened, “Yeah! I’m just um, in the bathroom - I mean going to the bathroom.”
Leo was silent for a moment before he asked the worst question possible, “So have you seen Percy? We can’t find him anywhere.” Percy looked up from her chest and grinned at her devilishly. Annabeth felt him start to move yet again, Percy reaching up to place his hand on her neck. “Seriously! Right now?” thought Annabeth, suppressing a moan by reducing it to a hum.
“Annabeth?” muffled Leo through the door.
“He’s - upstairs. Go look in the movie room.” managed Annabeth, her breathing increasing in pace.
Another moment of silence prolonged outside the door, “Fine. Go to bed, please.”
“Mmm - okay!” exclaimed Annabeth, positive Leo would be suspicious at her lack of retort.
Percy glanced at the crack between the door and the floor, watching Leo’s footsteps retreat then Piper’s following. He looked at her, imploring. Annabeth placed one hand back on her breast, breathing into his mouth. “Now do what you promised before, I don’t care about noise anymore. It would be the same in the stables.”
Percy chuckled, “Your wish is my command, Annabeth Chase.”
She kissed him, “Now, seriously-” He cut her off by re-placing his hand on her neck, her eyes flying down to where their bodies met.
“No, look at me Annabeth.” He grabbed her hips and pushed into her harder, increasing his pace slightly, “- and just feel.”
“Oh, gods.”
He kissed the back of her neck, pulling her hips closer and deeper into his touch.
“How does this feel?”
Tears stung the corners of Annabeth’s eyes. She never imagined he could make her feel like this, unfold like this. She desperately tried to cling to his neck still, unfamiliar sensations beginning to overtake her.
“Stay like that, keep doing that, don’t go faster - please!” Annabeth demanded, clawing at his back. Her being so inundated with pleasure was starting to take hold of Percy as well, him kissing her to regain focus, which did not help. He saw it did online (typical Percy) but it just made him feel her in another place he wasn’t already.
Annabeth’s legs started to go slack as she threw her head back, falling apart completely at his touch. He worked her through the wave that crashed over her brain, not even considering yet he had successfully made her finish on only their second time having sex.
“Annabeth I’m so -”
She shot her expression down and screamed, “Oh my gods I fucking forgot, pull out - oh my gods - you’re going to make me - again what the -”
Percy pulled out in alarm, accidentally finishing on Annabeth’s thighs. He held Annabeth’s shoulders as he came down, realizing he had made her look even more debauched.
They both continued to push out strained breaths, “Percy, I don’t - I don’t think I’m able to walk right now and I can’t go to bed - uh - like this.” He leaned into her, wrapping her legs around his waist.
“Percy! Not again, not right now!” Annabeth exclaimed as he picked her off the counter.
He chuckled and placed a sloppy kiss to the top of her forehead, “No, silly. I’m just placing you in the bath. Gonna clean you up a little bit because, what did you say earlier? You looked like an ‘adult painting?’” he said, adding fluctuation to his voice on “adult painting.” Annabeth settled into the bath, giggling at his comment.
Percy turned the water on to a trickle and placed one hand on Annabeth’s leg closest to the faucet. She watched in content as bands of water moved from her ankles, to behind her knees, to her thighs, and finally around her lower back. This whole time, she had been self-conscious about being fully naked for prolonged periods of time, however, her mindset was slowly starting to shift to something more mature and comfortable. With one hand, he brushed a rogue curl out of her face then kissed her.
He pulled away, “Time for bed. I love you.” Annabeth opened her mouth momentarily to say it back, but her words faltered.
“Oh - oh okay,” she paused, trying to bring herself to say it, “Um, Percy?”
“Yes?”
She leaned closer to him, “Can we sleep down here so we can look at the stars? I don’t care if we get in trouble, I just want to lay with you.” Percy helped her out of the bath, drying her with a flick of his wrist, and dressing her again.
“I would love that,” affirmed Percy, donning his boxers and pajama pants. He picked her up, bridal style, and carried her out of the bathroom, Annabeth’s arms loosely draped around his neck. When they reached the stable door, she took one arm off of his neck to help him open it, their fingers touching as he did the same.
Percy brought her back to the blanket, laying her down gently, and rolled beside her. Annabeth turned her body to face him, wrapping herself in his arms. He thought she looked so peaceful and content, her typical lines of worry on her face dissipated.
“I - I didn’t expect this,” she managed, turning to face him.
Percy rolled his eyes, “You planned this.”
Annabeth started laughing, Percy pulling her closer as a silent response.
“I meant, with you. I did my research and everything but you, I don’t even know how you knew how to do that.”
Percy chuckled then sighed, “I talked to my friends. Again, we don’t need to discuss who.”
Annabeth pursed her lips, “I miss them too, Percy. She had been my friend since we were seven.” Immediately, Percy felt terrible about being so cagey earlier about Charlie. Silena was Annabeth’s best friend for ten years, Charlie had been his for three. Even though grief wasn’t parallel, there was a difference.
Percy took a deep breath, “Have you Iris-messaged Clarisse yet?” Annabeth shook her head quickly, “Katie said she didn’t want it.” He nodded in understanding, stroking Annabeth’s unruly hair.
“You’re so beautiful, Annabeth.”
She looked up at Percy, smiled, and kissed him as her way of saying “thank you.”
“To sleep?” she asked, repositioning herself on his chest.
“Agreed,” replied Percy, kissing the top of Annabeth’s head. A film reel of flashbacks to the hours prior replayed in Annabeth’s head. Her eyes must have been glassy and wandering, the first indicator she was lost in thought, because Percy started laughing lowly.
The two locked eyes.
“Want to spill what you’re thinking about, Annie?” She shook her head frantically, “Mm-mm.”
“Is it about me pulling your shirt up and -”
“Stop!”
Percy kept laughing, slumping back completely onto the blanket. He quieted, staring at the ceiling in silence.
Annabeth shot a glance back at him, “What?”
He kept looking at the ceiling, “Things feel different.”
“Of course they do.”
“No, about what we are. I think we did something to the gods.”
Annabeth bobbed her head side to side as best she could while laying down, “Of course we did.”
Percy started rubbing the side of her arm, “I’m scared of you. Now go to sleep, please.”
“You’re the one who keeps talking!” scoffed Annabeth, slapping him playfully. Within a few minutes, Annabeth’s eyes fluttered shut. Percy looked at his girlfriend, safe in his arms. That was all he needed to relax as well. And, with the drone of the ship’s engine, Percy drifted to sleep, the world passing below.
-
Annabeth nudged Percy awake, both with a look of sheer horror as Frank stood over them, “Oh, you’re in so much trouble.”