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Annabeth Chase was annoyed.
Scratch that. Annabeth Chase was pissed.
She was currently fuming to herself silently, watching from the arena stands as her boyfriend put on a show of demolishing three Cabin 5 kids with ease. His wide smile as he parried another sword swipe could be seen even from where she sat, but it was not his smile that Annabeth was concerned with.
Percy was shirtless. This wasn’t really a surprise. The summer heat was gruelling, and the son of Poseidon had a habit of tossing aside his shirt in an effort to keep himself cool as he trained. Of course, this also meant that every inch of her boyfriend’s perfectly shaped torso, from the coiled muscle of his biceps to the chiseled plane of his abs, was on full display. His tanned skin practically glowed under the sun, as if Apollo himself was shining down a spotlight on her boyfriend in abject praise.
This wasn’t why Annabeth was pissed though.
She more than anyone wasn't going to complain when Percy decided to go shirtless. In fact, that was one of the main reasons why she was here watching him spar instead of supervising over the 2 o’clock archery class like she was supposed to.
Staring hungrily at her boyfriend’s shirtless form, watching as his muscles flexed under the power of his movements with every strike of his sword, his smooth bronzed skin shining under a sheen of sweat was much more enjoyable than archery. Unfortunately, she wasn't the only one who felt this way.
Over a dozen other girls and a few guys peppered the stands, each with their eyes glued on her boyfriend. More than a few wore flushed faces and glassy eyes. One Aphrodite camper even fanned her face when Percy performed a swift leg kick that took one of his opponents down for the count.
Annabeth hid her glare. Was their blatant ogling of her boyfriend annoying? Most certainly, but even then they were not the true cause of her raised ire. She’d grown long used to the concept of her boyfriend forever being a piece of eye candy for the world at large. It was borderline a fact of nature. The sky was blue, the grass was green, and Percy Jackson was hot.
His roguish smile was enough to make Annabeth’s knees weak. Add in the sharpness of his jawline or his chiselled physique? Needless to say it took almost every ounce of her self control not to jump her boyfriend at every presentable opportunity.
No, the object of her anger befell to the azure-haired woman doing a very poor job of hiding behind a rack of weapons as she watched on with a look of utter fascination carved into her features. The Mist curled around her in thick blankets. Most average demigods probably couldn’t even see through the heavy concealment spells weaved around her form, but Annabeth was no average demigod. Most of the finer details were hazy, and Annabeth was forced to blink away a bit of the fuzziness in her vision as she stared at the woman, but she could make out enough to spot the shimmering teal-green of her skin, some parts covered partially in scales. Her hair, a striking blue, fanned out, floating in the air as if caught in an intangible current of water, giving Annabeth a clear view of her pointed, nymph-like ears.
But she was no Nymph, nor was she any run-of-the-mill water spirit. Not with the way her eyes seemingly glowed with an ancient power. Power that Annabeth knew very few beings could ever hope to possess. The woman shared many similarities with her sister after all, the Queen of the Oceans.
Where she respected Amphitrite though, Amatheia had done absolutely nothing to gain Annabeth’s favour.
As one of the original fifty Nereids, Amatheia was a powerful goddess in her own right, but that wouldn’t stop Annabeth from glaring daggers into the sea goddess’s back. This would be the third time in a little over a month that Annabeth had caught the daughter of Nereus ogling her boyfriend from afar. What’s worse, however, is that Amatheia wasn't the first divine-blooded to do so either.
Since the end of the Second Giant War, Annabeth has spotted no less than a dozen gods and goddesses sneaking around in an attempt to catch a glimpse of Percy. A few had even taken things a step farther than simply staring as well.
Her boyfriend of course, was none the wiser, not even when Apollo all but invited him to his palace on Olympus for some ‘personal archery lessons’.
Annabeth snorted at the memory.
Yeah, okay. How many demigods had been conceived thanks to the sun god’s ‘archery lessons’ in the past?
Thankfully, said god had toned down his blatant seduction attempts ever since his stint as Lester. Though that wasn't to say Apollo was completely over Percy. She hadn’t been joking about the sun shining down on Percy like a divine spotlight.
Where she could at least stomach Apollo’s distant yearnings for her boyfriend, the other gods and goddesses were really starting to grate on her nerves. Just the week before Annabeth had caught Iris herself spying through the mist in Percy’s cabin fountain, hoping to catch a glimpse of her boyfriend changing or worse!. The daughter of Athena had been livid and had spent a good ten minutes chewing the rainbow goddess a new one. Was it very wise to berate a goddess? Perhaps not, but by now Annabeth had fought her fair share of deities and bested a good majority of those she faced. Iris was no threat, and honestly the goddess had been more embarrassed than angered at being caught practically red-handed.
So yes, Annabeth Chase was pissed.
Mortals and demigods lusting after her boyfriend she could handle, but gods?
Well, needless to say the divine didn’t have a very good track record when it came to ideals such as boundaries and consent.
Not that Percy or herself would ever let it get that far. It was more so the blatant lack of respect from the gods that pissed her off. Yes, the gods were jerks, this was nothing new. But hadn’t Percy sacrificed enough already? Hadn’t their lives already been one miserable epic after another? They fought two wars for the gods! Hadn’t Percy earned a bit of privacy from the divine world? Hadn’t she?
It didn’t help that a small part of Annabeth was a bit insecure about her relationship with Percy. He never failed to make her feel appreciated of course! Annabeth never doubted him once when he called her beautiful or said that he loved her. He was the epitome of sincerity and it was one of the many reasons why she fell for him.
But for Zeus’s sake they haven’t even had sex!
It wasn’t for a lack of trying, mind you. It was just that, in total, they’d been a couple for just barely a year now, not counting the months he was kidnapped and under stasis by Hera of course.
Between Gaia, Triumvirate Holdings, Magnus, and now their first semester of college at New Rome, there had been very little time for the more carnal aspects of their relationship. That wasn’t to say there hadn’t been any progress.
She’d discovered first-hand that Percy was exceedingly skilled with his tongue one night after they snuck out to the beach. After bringing her to her first leg-shaking orgasm, Percy was more than willing to dive between her legs and eat her out at every available opportunity. Annabeth had reciprocated of course. While not a daughter of Aphrodite, the blonde was no slouch with her oral skills. Percy was her first and only experience with sucking cock, of course, but that didn’t mean she hadn’t spent nearly two weeks studying various smut novels and practising on a toy Silena Beauregard had gifted her years ago. She was a daughter of Athena through and through. Percy definitely appreciated her enthusiasm, and Annabeth did find a certain type of enjoyment from turning her powerful, titan-slaying boyfriend into a moaning mess with a single blowjob.
Yet despite their foray into oral sex, they never took the full plunge into actual sex. The timing had just never seemed…right.
Annabeth knew Percy wanted their first time to be special, and Annabeth could appreciate the sentiment. But if the way that Amatheia was biting her lip and rubbing her thighs together whilst watching Percy finally dismantle the other two Ares campers was any indication…Annabeth would have to stake her claim soon.
Percy's face split into a wide smile the moment he saw her. He hastily finished helping the last of his opponents back to his feet, slapping the 17-year-old son of Ares on the shoulder with a good-natured laugh.
“Good work today, Milton. Remember to keep your blade close inside your guard and not to overextend, alright?”
At the boy’s nod, Percy clapped him on the back once more and sent him on his way, bidding the other two farewell with similar tidbits of advice before finally turning back to Annabeth with his sea green eyes sparkling in the light.
Annabeth had to suppress a shudder of delight as her mind recalled a particular night just a few days past, where those same sea green eyes sparkled up at her from their place between her legs. Gods, she could still feel the jolts of electric pleasure that surged through her pussy with every lap of his tongue across her pearl…
What was she doing again?
Right, Percy.
Thankfully, her boyfriend hadn’t noticed her lapse as he approached her, his smile turning teasing as he stowed Riptide in his pocket.
“Thought you had an archery class, Wise Girl,” he said with a click of his tongue.
Annabeth tried and failed not to blush at the knowing smirk on his lips. Jerk.
“Daisy can handle things just fine. Better actually, without me hovering over her shoulder the whole time. Her father is the god of archery after all,” she replied. “Besides, I had to make sure you weren’t humiliating the Ares kids too badly again. Clarisse is still pissed about last week's capture the flag game.”
Percy shrugged, his lopsided grin grating in the way that just made her want to grab him by the shoulders and shove her tongue down his throat.
“By the way,” she began, shaking off the tingles in her spine from his smile, “I thought you should know you had another divine ‘audience member’ today.”
Percy’s smile morphed into a grimace, his sea-green eyes flicking up and scanning the arena.
“Who was it this time?”
“Amatheia.”
Annabeth watched as Percy nodded in understanding, all the while searching the stands for the aforementioned sea goddess. He wouldn’t find her. Annabeth had watched the ancient Nereid disappear in a ripple of sea foam, her glowing teal eyes never leaving Percy once as she smiled widely, her sharpened teeth glinting in the light before she was gone.
Gods were so creepy sometimes.
“Think I could ask Uncle Z for a restraining order?” Percy quipped, finally relaxing after ensuring there were no stalker sea goddess waiting in the stands for him.
Annabeth rolled her eyes, doing her best not to stare at her boyfriend's abs. Not that she wasn’t allowed to. When random gods stared, it was weird; when she did it was sexy. Now was just not the time.
“Doubt it,” she replied, hastily retrieving his discarded shirt lest she continue to be tempted.
Percy snorted, pulling on his shirt as he spoke. “Yeah, you’re probably right. If anyone needs to have a restraining order served to them, it’d be Zeus.”
Thunder rumbled in the sky threateningly but Percy just rolled his eyes and stuck his middle finger up to the clouds.
Annabeth sighed. “C’mon before you get us smited, Seaweed Brain. It’s almost time for dinner, and I refuse to eat with you unless you take a shower first.”
His smirk returned in full force before, suddenly, Percy had her wrapped tightly in his arms. Annabeth shrieked in surprise, kicking her feet as her boyfriend proceeded to rub his sweat-coated cheek against hers.
“Percy! Ew, stop it! Put me down!”
Her boyfriend ignored her cries, his laugh bright and loud as he continued to assault her with his sweat. Growling, Annabeth reached up and grabbed one of his fingers, giving it a twist until his chuckles became yelps of pain.
“Ow! Alright, alright! Uncle!” he exclaimed, finally releasing her as he cradled his ‘injured’ finger. “Geez, I thought we were past the physical abuse.”
Annabeth rolled her eyes. “Oh don’t be a baby,” she said, before leaning in and placing a lingering kiss on his lips. “There. Better?”
Percy hummed as if deep and thought before pulling her close without a word and meeting his lips with hers in a deeper more prolonged kiss. Annabeth gasped against his lips, allowing herself to melt into it for a few brief seconds before finally pulling away.
“Now it is,” her boyfriend grinned.
Annabether huffed, fighting the rising blush in her cheeks as she looped his arms through his. “C’mon, Seaweed Brain.”
Percy chuckled but allowed himself to be pulled away. Annabeth, however, was hardly laughing. This kiss and the feelings it brought with it only reminded Annabeth of their current predicament. For him the matter with Amatheia was settled, but for her it was yet another sign that she needed to act, and soon.
She needed a plan.
This was a really stupid plan.
In hindsight, it made some sense, albeit only if you squinted.
It wasn’t a plan that Athena would be proud of, that's for sure, but then again, Annabeth wasn’t exactly her mother’s biggest fan at the moment after the whole ‘Mark of Athena’ fiasco, so screw what she thought.
The plan itself was simple.
Percy was drawing a whole bunch of not-so-innocent attention from the gods. So who better to go to than the very personification of ‘not-so-innocent’ desires?
Aphrodite wasn’t a goddess one could just call up on a whim, though. Her attention was finicky at best, her interest even more so. There were very few things the goddess of love and lust would ever truly give the time of day. Fortunately (or unfortunately, depending on how you looked at it), Annabeth just so happened to know what one of those very few things were.
Which is why she was in the Poseidon cabin, lighting nearly two dozen candles and spreading rose petals on the floor and over Percy’s bed.
Cliche? Tacky? Most definitely, but roses were one of Aphrodite’s divine symbols. Plus, she’s seen the type of decor most Cabin 10 campers enjoy. Candles and some flower petals were way better than heart-shaped pillows and bright pink silk bed sheets in her opinion.
Now all that was needed was a prayer…and the offering.
Annabeth sucked in a nervous breath. She wiped her palms on the fabric of her jeans as her stormy grey eyes flicked over to Percy’s alarm clock for the hundredth time in the last five minutes.
6:57 P.M
She told Percy to meet her here at 7:00 on the dot. Which meant she had at least six minutes to make her offering, seeing how he was always running at least a few minutes behind.
Kneeling down before the small altar where Percy usually prayed to Poseidon, Annabeth raised up the White Lily flower she’d brought along and placed it in the offering bowl.
“Aphrodite, I offer you this gift as a symbol of purity. Purity that I sacrifice to you freely. I ask only one thing in return: protect Percy from the unwanted lustful attention from the other gods,” she took a breath, licking her lips before continuing. “I know it's a lot to ask, but you once said our relationship was your magnum opus. If you meant that, then tell your horny relatives to fuck off. Please?” Another breath, this time with a blush staining her cheeks as the sound of footsteps outside the cabin met her ears. “Oh, and uhm…enjoy the show I guess?”
For the briefest of moments, Annabeth swore she could feel dove feathers brushing across the nape of her neck before the cabin door swung open and the sensation was gone. She chanced a look at the altar just as Percy stepped inside.
The White Lily was nowhere to be found.
“What’s uh…What’s all this, Wise Girl?” Percy asked. He was standing just a few feet away, his brow knit in confusion as he studied the array of candles and rose petals.
Annabeth said nothing as she stood, swallowing down her nerves as she reached for the belt of her robe. The silken sea green garment was one she ‘borrowed’ from Drew’s wardrobe. The daughter of Aphrodite was a bitch, but Annabeth couldn’t deny she had good taste in clothes. That being said, with the belt untied, the robe quickly fell away, pooling down by her feet and revealing what lay beneath, or more accurately, what didn’t.
Annabeth watched as her boyfriend’s eyes widened in surprise. This wasn’t the first time he’s seen her naked, but this was definitely the first time she’s stripped so brazenly in front of him.
She suppressed a shiver of delight as Percy’s eyes raked over her form. His look of surprise was slowly morphing into one of burning desire as he took in her bare form. She fought down the urge to cover herself with her hands. She wanted him to look. She wanted him to want her. Plus…she was quite proud of her body if she did say so herself.
Was she as staked as some of the other female campers? Definitely not. Honestly, it was just unfair that Piper’s tits could be that big and yet not sag in the slightest. Yet where size was not in her favour, Annabeth made up for it in other ways.
Like many demigods, her figure was toned and defined from the many years of gruelling training she’s subjected herself to. The flat plane of her stomach was decorated with a set of abs. Above her breasts, while not huge, were decently sized—perky and big enough to fill a handful. Her arms were corded with strong, wiry muscle that spread out down her back where the swell of her hips gave way. Her ass was firm and toned, holding a natural heart-shaped curve. It was one of her features that she was most proud of. That and her thighs that were equally as firm and hardened with athletic muscle, yet topped with smooth, creamy skin that Percy loved to sink his fingers into every time he went down on her.
Percy’s eyes drank in every inch of her, his aqua coloured irises pausing on the swell of her chest before dropping even lower, down the plane of her abs and coming to a stop on her smooth, hairless centre.
‘Good thing I shaved last night,’ Annabeth noted internally. She knew Percy didn’t mind a little pubic hair, but Annabeth had wanted to ensure that tonight was as perfect as possible.
As the seconds dragged on, Annbeth’s nerves began to get the best of her as Percy continued to stand there with a dumbfounded look upon his face.
“Gods Percy, I’m not that repulsive am I?” she laughed nervously, her left hand coming up to rub her other arm as she grew more antsy under his stare.
Thankfully, her words seemed to snap Percy out of his reverie.
“What? No! Gods no Annabeth you’re–you’re beautiful!” he exclaimed quickly.
He ran a hand through his already messy hair as he frantically tried to find the right words.
“I’m just a bit surprised. I mean you’re–wow–but I don’t understa–”
Annabeth stepped forward, interrupting his stammered words as she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“There’s not much to understand, Seaweed Brain. Here I am—your girlfriend, who’s very much naked, standing in your cabin with candles and flower petals everywhere. I think you can put the rest of the pieces together babe.”
She watched as realization dawned on her boyfriend's face, understanding and just a hint of something else glinting in his eyes as he placed his hands gently upon her bare hips.
“You sure about this Wise Girl? It’s a big step,” he asked, his voice gentle but with a sharpness that made her spine tingle.
Annabeth nodded, nibbling ever so slightly on her bottom lip. “I am. I want you Percy. All of you.”
Percy sucked in a breath. “Gods Annabeth I–I want you too. Fuck, I’ve wanted you for years.”
Annabeth smiled, her stomach fluttering with joy at the sincerity in Percy’s words. All traces of nervousness were long gone now. Hell, every worry about horny gods and stupid insecurities was effectively banished from her mind with the pure adoration in his voice. Now? Well, now things have become ever so simple.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he laughed.
Annabeth looked up at him through a hooded gaze. Something warm bloomed in her core as she tilted her head up, inching ever so closer to Percy’s lips.
“Then kiss me already.”
In an instant, their lips met. The warmth in her core exploded, turning into an inferno of need that engulfed her entire body. Her slender hands grasped at the back of his shirt, clinging with a desperation that he matched. Annabeth breathed out a relaxing sigh as Percy pulled her even closer until she was firmly pressed against his body. The sizzling heat of their lips entwined felt hotter than the very fires of Apollo’s sun. Their mouths fit together perfectly; every little gasp and whine that escaped from her lips confirmed what she already knew.
She wanted him.
A sticky wetness coated her inner thighs as Percy’s hands began to wander. She felt them dancing across her back, slowly being dragged down until they met the swell of her ass. Annabeth nearly gasped when his hands raked over the bare flesh of her bottom, yet it was when they went even lower, grabbing onto the back of her thighs and hauling her into the air that she did let out a gasp of surprise.
Percy silenced her with yet another kiss, his tongue sneaking between her lips as he carried her towards the rose petal-covered bed.
They toppled onto the bed, the warmth of Percy’s body atop hers as she was caged between the mattress and her boyfriend. Annabeth let her own hands wander, feeling down his chest until she found the hem of his shirt. Percy allowed her to pull it up, raising his arms to help as she tugged the garment off and tossed it to the side. Annabeth felt her lips part as she looked over his bare chest. It was a sight she’d seen a thousand times, every scar familiar and every ridge of muscle long since memorised.
But something about it felt different now.
As she traced her fingers across his toned chest and stomach, Annabeth tried and failed to place why exactly that was. All she knew was that it was a primal sort of feeling, one that had her practically salivating as she felt up her boyfriend’s abs.
She lifted her gaze after a few moments, nearly gasping when her grey eyes met stormy sea-green. The intensity that radiated from Percy’s gaze had all but taken her breath away. Annabeth couldn’t help but stare in wonder as he gazed down at her, his hands finding her hips once more.
“I love you,” she blurted out, unable to comprehend just why she needed to say those words right then and there.
Percy just smiled, leaning down until his lips were inches from hers.
“I love you too, Wise Girl.”
One of Percy’s hands tangled in her hair at the root. He tugged, drawing a moan from Annabeth’s lips as he guided her closer, angling her head up until their mouths met in another kiss, one that was soft and deep and a million other words her racing mind couldn’t hope to conjure in that moment.
Within just a few seconds, the kiss evolved into something hungrier. Every little nip and press against her mouth had moans spilling from her.
Percy’s hands found her hips once again, and a gasp escaped her as his thumbs soothed over her hip bones, rubbing little circles against the skin there. Her hips seemed to move on their own, her legs spreading without an ounce of coaxing from him. Annabeth gave him a pleading look, doing her best to communicate every single want and desire that tangled in her lust-drunk mind.
Percy smirked, one hand slowly slipping between her thighs, inching closer and closer and closer…
Annabeth gasped, wrapping her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and pulling him close as his fingers found her most sacred place. Percy chuckled, his breath warm against her ear as he spoke.
“That’s it, pretty girl. Moan for me.”
Annabeth felt her blush return with a vengeance. Percy always loved to tease her with dirty talk in their more intimate moments, and it seemed this time was no different.
Still, a whimper did escape her as he teased her folds. Her eyes fluttered closed, allowing herself to relax as he pushed a finger inside her sweltering heat. Almost subconsciously, Annabeth began to rock her hips, her whimpers growing louder as her pace built. Percy helped her, using his other hand to guide her hips along while adding another finger to the fray not long after.
Gods, it felt incredible. Annabeth’s breaths left her in short, hot gasps. Her entire core was on fire, blazing with a heat that only grew with every second. When Percy pressed his thumb against her clit she nearly came undone right then and there, her moans echoing out against the cabin’s inner walls.
Fuck it was too much. She was burning up. She could scarcely breathe through the pleasure. How much longer could she possibly hope to last?
The answer came the moment she opened her eyes, once more meeting the burning sea-green of her boyfriend’s as he stared down at her. Annabeth couldn’t help herself. With a loud, keening whine, she came undone, her back arching and vision going white all at once as she found her release.
“You’re so fucking beautiful, Annabeth,” Percy murmured.
Annabeth could only whimper in response, her orgasm just barely dying down as he withdrew his fingers from her folds. A pleasant buzzing sensation flooded her entire body, making her limbs grow heavy and brain foggy.
She was only somewhat aware of the weight atop the mattress shifting before the rustling of clothes met her ears. By the time she looked up, she was met with the sight of her boyfriend kneeling over her, his thick, gorgeous cock poised at the entrance of her folds.
Percy gazed back at her, his eyes searching for any sort of doubt or hesitancy from her. Gods he was so easy to read. Annabeth merely smiled, spreading her legs wider as she wrapped a hand around his base and guided him in.
“Gods!” Annabeth gasped, “Oh fuck Percy, keep going!” she pleaded, her nails digging into the flesh of his ass as he sank deeper and deeper inside of her. It stung a bit, but the pleasure easily drowned out any discomfort she felt as he hilted himself inside her. Her first orgasm definitely helped ease the pain as well.
Percy stayed hilted inside her for a few long moments. Long enough that Annabeth felt herself grow a little impatient. She attempted to move her hips, but was prevented by the strong grip he had on her hips. He ignored the desperate sounds she was making, holding her still as he drank in the sight of her. Annabeth couldn’t tell what thoughts were racing through his mind at the moment, only that the blazing fire in his eyes only grew before he leaned down and closed his mouth around one of her stiffened pink nipples.
The daughter of Athena whimpered as his tongue flicked over her hardened bud. At the same time, his hips began to move, slow at first, rocking back and forth inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure up her spine.
“So good for me,” he praised, releasing her nipple with a small bite.
“Fuck,” Annabeth gasped. “Harder, Percy, please. It feels so good!”
The grip Percy had on her hips tightened as he obeyed her plea. The movements were shallow at first, becoming deeper as he built up a steady rhythm. He was fully thrusting into her now, his cock stretching her walls at an even pace. The discomfort from earlier was still there, but it was slowly fading with each thrust that pushed him deeper inside of her.
Gasps left her breathless and whiny as his cock pressed against her soft walls, grinding into her with every forward thrust. Percy groaned into her neck, his teeth sinking into the flesh there as his hips slapped against her own. At the sharp nip of his teeth, she threw her head back against the pillow, moaning and pulsing around him.
“Please, just like that!” The words were broken as they left her lips, and her boyfriend switched his attention, scraping his teeth lightly along her earlobe. “Fuck! Don’t stop baby, please, please, please,” she chanted over and over, nails digging into the skin of his shoulders, his back, anywhere she could reach as she pulled him against her.
Percy kept his pace, the tip of his cock dragging against a spot inside her that made Annabeth see fireworks with every thrust. She was so close. Gods, she was so fucking close.
Percy’s thrusts became jagged, his breathing ragged in her ear.
“Annabeth,” he gasped.
“Please,” she replied, her vision going white as she was finally reaching her peak once more.
Percy slammed into her as deep as he could possibly go. That was all it took for her, Annabeth’s entire body tensing, her head falling back as her walls fluttered around him and she released a loud, choked cry of pleasure. Percy turned his head, cutting her wail short as his lips captured hers, devouring every moan as he too fell over the edge, cock pulsing inside her as warmth filled her womb.
Annabeth panted as Percy collapsed beside her, his own breathing ragged as he pulled her into his side.
“That was–”
“Yeah.”
Silence fell, the only sounds filling the room being that of the fountain gurgling with water. Percy’s hand traced light circles in her arm, their breathing slowly returning to normal as they bathed in the afterglow.
“Oh what a treat that was!” A squealing voice filled the air without warning, sending both demigods into a panic. “You know it’s been ages since I last had a couple make love in my name!”
“Aphrodite?!” Percy exclaimed, her boyfriend scrambling to cover them both in a blanket.
“Yes dear, do keep up. Now!” the goddess spoke, her shifting features morphing into a near-identical version of Percy before Annabeth’s eyes. “I do indeed have some notes, but first I believe you’ve earned this reward my dear.”
The goddess snapped her fingers, a soft pink glow enveloping them both before subsiding.
“There! Now you two won’t have to worry about any more pesky divine stalkers! By the way, I would have done that for free, Annabeth dear. It’s as you said, you two are my masterpiece!” Aphrodite giggled. “But I digress. Now about the sex! Missionary is all well and good, especially for one's first time, but next time, might I recommend spicing things up with…”
As the goddess rambled, Annabeth chanced a look at Percy. She felt herself blushing at the questioning gaze he was sending her. All the blonde could do was mouth the word ‘Later!’ as she turned her attention back to the goddess.
“...and that's why you always have a spare set of keys! My poor darling Ares was trapped in that pillory for three months before I managed to free him. Thankfully, I had a spare so we did end up getting to use the whip in the end. And that brings me to our next topic: Safe Words!”
Annabeth suppressed a groan. Maybe she should’ve just asked Zeus for that restraining order like Percy had said…
Author’s Note
So what did you all think?! This being my first PJO fanfic I was a bit nervous at first about how it would turn out, but I'm happy with the end result. I do think there are areas where I can improve, especially with the lore. I’m re-reading all the books at the moment to give myself a refresher/catch up with the current canon, since where I last left the series—currently finishing up House of Hades, so almost done with HoO. If you have any good fic recs for me to read as well to serve as a refresher to the fanon elements of PJO, please put them down in the comments below!
Thanks for reading!