This Chapter has been edited. (Thank Gods)

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Song: Jessie J Ft. Big Sean & Dizzee Rascal – WILD

Showtek Ft. Justin Prime & Matthew Koma – Cannonball (Earthquake)

1

Annabeth

I got drunk. Like really, really, REALLY drunk. And trust me, tequila might seem very appealing to you once you find your boyfriend on top of the camp slut. Oh, I'm talking about Steve, my now ex-boyfriend. Yeah, just pathetic. And you know what's more pathetic? Being jealous –upset actually- of your ex flirting with the camp slut.

So story goes something like that; Percy and I break up for a reason I won't mention right now, a whole year passed and I started dating Steve, thinking I could actually move on, and then he cheats on me. Now here I am, drunk and glaring at Percy, who as I said earlier was flirting with Sarah, a.k.a. the camp slut.

I took a long gulp from bottle and tried to focus on other stuff. Like Travis and Connor, who had illegally brought the tequila packages in the first place. Or Jason and Piper that were making out like there was no tomorrow. Or a couple of dudes that were- anyway you got the point.

But no matter in what or whom I tried to focus, my look glanced at the 'soon-to-get-laid' couple. Yup, as you can see I was kinda upset right then. Okay, fine! I was jealous! Happy now? But I was so not going to admit that in front of him or sit there another second watching her giggling at his drunken dirty jokes. I was going to react! Yupi! I'm so proud of you. Sarcasm noted.

I put on my 'I-don't-give-a-fuck-about-you' smile and walked to them. More like ran to them. Shut up, personal information. "Oh, hi there! Oops, so sorry. Did I interrupt your 'oh-so-secret' flirting game?" Yeah, don't even bother to comment.

"Ugh, seriously Annabeth? You're the last person I'd thought would be drunk today."

"Firstly, don't change the subject. Secondly, my getting drunk is all on you because you just couldn't take a day without fucking another taken guy. And thirdly, because I feel extremely good right now and I'm in a mood of kicking your ass, I'd suggest you get the hell out of here and leave my ex alone." I told her in a 'not-really-asking-you-to-do-it' tone and smiled triumphantly.

She opened her mouth to answer but surprisingly, nothing came out. My smile just got wider and never left my face. "What? I can't hear you." I said in a mocking tone. Yes, I've been practicing my sarcastic and bitchy skills, thank you. She rolled her eyes and walked away.

I laughed victoriously and glanced at Percy. He was eyeing me with the troublemaker look that somehow was combined with his dirtiness and drunkenness. I looked away the next second, remembering we hadn't talk for over a year. And of course, I was too proud to start talking to him now. He, on the other hand, didn't have that kind of complex. He just chuckled and drank a gulp from his own bottle of tequila before he decides to tease me for my drunken actions. "I never thought you'd be the first to react when I flirted with someone." I just glared at him and he smirked. Still the incorrigible one. "You must have been very jealous to do such a thing, Wise Girl."

I sighed and laughed ironically. "In your dreams, Seaweed Brain." Yes, I gave into my need for being the smart one and make him shut his mouth for good. I met his eyes for just a moment and saw amusement filling in them. He was playing with me. He wanted me to talk to him and he had achieved it. Stupid need for being the upper-handed. I shook my head and started walking away, before a finishing line pops into my head. "Look, just because I reacted to whatever the two of you were doing before I come, doesn't mean I did it for you or whatever we used to have. Maybe I needed to do it for myself."

He groaned and I heard him running behind me. I ran faster. He ran faster. I ran past drunken Thalia, who yelled something like: "Drinks on me, losers!" and when I glanced behind me, I saw Percy snatching two bottles of tequila and jumping up, avoiding the boxes with the empty bottles and still chasing me. "Shit." I murmured and started running to the beach. Due to my dizzy head and lack of endurance, something that was tequila's entire fault, I started getting tired. Eventually, I found myself sitting on the sand defeated and cursing.

And of course, Percy arrived a few seconds later and collapsed next to me. "Damn, Wise Girl. Even drunk, you're still a pretty fast runner." he said panting.

"Well, even drunk, you're pretty stubborn, I'll give you that." I answered and he grinned. The next second he burst out laughing, causing me to start as well.

"Now," he said after he limited his laughs and sat up, making direct eye contact with me, "if you don't mind, will you tell me what happened and you had the urge to beat the crap out of Sarah?" he asked. "Which I'm glad you didn't, by the way. It'd be kinda..." he paused looking for the right word.

"-pathetic." I completed and chuckled. He just smiled and I shook my head. "She hooked up with Steve." I said and looked at his expression.

He grimaced and opened one of the bottles he had snatched. "Sorry to hear that." he said and handed me the bottle. "He's an idiot." he added and drank from his own bottle.

"Well, you should know." I replied but immediately regretted it. "Sorry, I-"

"Never mind." he said and smiled again. This time it was this sad, goofy smile that made him so... Percy-like. The good old Percy. My Percy.

"Why are you drinking anyway?" I asked, trying to change the subject.

"No reason." he answered. I raised my eyebrow and he grimaced. "Fine. My two-days-long girlfriend slept with an Apollo's kid." he admitted and I couldn't help but smirk.

"Two days long? Did you sleep with her or what?" I asked, suddenly interested in his love life. Annie is a seven letters long word that starts with a 'j'. Hey, stop humming! And of course I'm not!

He smirked and raised his eyebrow at me. "Look who is so curious about my sex life." he teased and I rolled my eyes at him. "Not because you are so intimidating when you roll your eyes, but no, I didn't sleep with her." he answered and for a reason I just felt the weight of the sky rolling off my shoulders. And trust me, I knew that feeling. "Honestly, I haven't slept with anyone." Ah, there's again that feeling of relief.

"Me neither." I said and he smiled. I felt my head getting dizzier the minute I drank more of my bottle, but right then, I was like: 'Who gives a fuck? We're both virgins!'

"You know, maybe we're not destined to be with someone." he suddenly started and caught my attention. "Maybe we're meant to be loners. To have something casual and then just run the hell away from there. To be nothing more than lovers to someone." he said and I tried to process what he had just said, something I wouldn't recommend you doing if you have drunk like Mr. D.

"Being nothing more than lovers is childlike, Percy. If you're afraid of commitment, then yes, you'll be a loner for the rest of your life. But even childlike things like that can turn into something beautiful." I responded and looked at his eyes.

"Are you afraid of commitment?" he asked me.

I thought about it. "If you had asked me that a couple of years ago, I'd have answered to you negatively. But now," I said and his smile faded, but his eyes never left my gaze, "I don't know. Maybe I need to do something casual to figure it out." I finished and he gave me a sad smile before his look wanders to the ocean. It looked so peaceful that night. Beautiful. "It's beautiful tonight." I said my thoughts aloud.

He turned to face me, his face inches away from mine and with a smile carved in it. "Yeah, it is." he said and without even knowing, I had already started leaning forward. When our lips met, it only lasted a couple of seconds and we just brushed our lips against the other, but it was enough to wake a part of me that was hiding for a very long time. He cupped my cheek and pulled me into a fiercer kiss, which I gladly returned. As the kiss grew more intense, he bit my lower lip and gods, it was like magic. Of course something like that wouldn't have happened if we weren't drunker than Haymitch Abernathy, but even if I knew that I'd regret everything that would happen tonight, I also I knew I needed it. I needed him. Hell, I needed all of him badly.

Before I realize what was happening, I found myself making out with Percy, while I was lying on the cold, soft sand and he was on top of me. I was aiming for his T-shirt when his hands stopped mine from completing their task. "Are you sure?" he asked me and I cupped his cheek.

"If I told you I was born sure, would you believe me?" I joked and he laughed before he kisses me again.

"But not here." he said once he broke away.

"Yeah, they could hear us." I agreed and he got off of me. We got up and he took my hand before we start walking. "Where are we going?" I asked.

"Somewhere." he said and smirked at me.

"Are you trying to seduce me and get me alone behind a tree in the woods, son of Poseidon?" I teased and he stopped walking and started laughing.

"I think I have already achieved that, dear daughter of Athena." he teased me back and kissed me one more time softly. "Besides, you willingly accepted to be seduced by such a handsome son of Poseidon." he teased again and smirked cockily.

I smirked back. "A little smug, aren't we?"

"Only when it comes to drunken sex with you, Wise Girl." he answered and came closer, kissing me intensely. I half-moaned in his mouth and he smirked wider.

Once we broke off the kiss he practically ran again and of course, I went after him. When we stopped, we were standing in front of a big wooden cabin. And when I say big, I mean even a family could live there and still have a plenty room for a swimming pool. He opened the door and offered me his hand. In my drunken blur, I took it without thinking important things, such as why there was a cabin by the beach in the camp.

When I entered inside, I was speechless. This place was amazing. It had everything; a kitchen a living room with a giant fireplace in the corner, along with a bathroom, a bedroom and lots of windows, all in the same space. Well, with the exception of the bathroom's space, which was an individual room –for the most obvious reasons I could have ever given you- everything else were like one giant room. In the wall across the door, there was a trident carved on the wall. I looked at it stunned and without realizing when, I had already walked there and submitted to the need of feeling the texture of the carved wood. "Percy, this is outstanding. I mean, this is really- really amazing." I said in awe and he placed a hand around my waist. I looked at him and his eyes, except from the incredible lust, showed me the little pride he felt.

"I have to say, I feel flattered when you say this is amazing." he responded and then, I realized it. He had built this. Probably from scratch.

"Did- did you built this?" I asked to confirm my suspicions.

He flushed. "Kind of, yeah. The Hephaestus cabin put a great deal of help, but yeah, I thought about it." he admitted it and I can't describe how much sexier he looked in my eyes right then. Yeah, I think I have made it pretty clear that I love guys with a great taste in buildings. But Percy never really paid attention when I talked about architecture, or he tried to but got lost in the middle of it. It might was my fault though. Maybe I got too fascinated about it. But it's not my fault that architecture is fascinating.

I bit my lip and turned around in his arms, so I was facing him. "And how did you get the idea?" I asked wrapping my arms around his neck.

He smirked and wrapped his arms around my waist. "Well, back then, before we break up, I thought about building something for both of us. And even if we didn't work out eventually, I felt obliged to finish this. So, I did and this is the outcome." When he finished, I felt my back finding the wall behind me and I cupped Percy's cheek.

"So, in other words, you built this for us?" I asked and he nodded. "I'd like to check the bedroom thus I can tell for sure if this is perfect." I whispered and he smirked.

"Maybe you want to try the wall first." he said. He kissed me lustfully and I felt his hand sliding inside my dark jeans and I gasped. His mouth found easily my neck, but I paid more attention to had his fingers were about to do. Thankfully, he didn't leave me waiting too much until he made his move, sudden and rough. I wound my hands temporarily to his neck, only to place one above my head and start scratching the wall, and grab his hair tightly with the other. I felt his fingers making their wonderful moves and bit my lip a couple of times to prevent a few sounds of pleasure escaping my throat. He started doing that amazing thing faster and I half-moaned. All of sudden, I started thinking what the heck I was doing. Why the heck I was doing it. And why the heck I liked it so much. But all of those questions and thoughts were melted once I felt a pit of fire lighting in my stomach. A fire I couldn't put out. His movements, even if he had started kinda hard and rough, they had become slightly gentler but hell, not a tiny bit slower.

His mouth moved up to my jaw and followed the path to my other shoulder, while he started moving his fingers in circles and I was murmuring his name like a chant. I removed my hand from the wall and wound it back in his neck, forcing him to find my lips. He bit my lower lip and started playing with it and his tongue. In the meantime, when I thought this endless and amazing thing he was doing to me would last forever, I felt that fire igniting more and I gasped his name before I feel the fire exploding. His fingers stopped moving until I calm down, and when I finally did, he removed them. I opened my eyes panting and tried to meet his. I ran a hand through his messier-than-ever hair and he smiled before he kisses me softly one more time. "Wait a minute." he told me and walked to the kitchen, leaving me breathing heavily and leaning against the wooden wall. I saw him wiping his hand and filling two glasses with water.

When he returned, he offered me one, which I gladly took and downed due to my thirstiness. "Thanks." I said and he smiled, drinking his own. He placed both of our glasses to the nightstand by the bed, turned off the lights and turned to me with a playful and lustful look formed on his eyes.

He met me and lifted me off my feet, wrapping both of my legs around his waist. "Tell me Ms. Chase," he said as he slowly walked us to bed, "did you like my wooden wall?" he asked me and I laughed.

"As much as I'd want to tease you right now, Mr. Jackson, I'll admit that I actually liked it very, very much." I said and he grinned.

"Then, what would you say about testing my bed?" he asked me and I smirked.

"As dirty as it may sound and probably is, I would love to." I answered and kissed him. He put me down on my feet and my hands flew to his jeans, while we were making out. His hands did the same, but I managed to finish my job quicker and I pushed down his jeans, along with everything else he was wearing underneath it. He chuckled in my mouth and undid the button of my jeans before he pushes them down to the floor and leaving my panties on. I fell willingly down to the bed and dragged him with me, both of us kicking our jeans entirely off our feet. I pulled his dark T-shirt above his head and threw it somewhere in the cabin. He removed my top and tossed it behind his back before placing himself between my legs and kissing me again.

He started kissing down on me, reaching my collarbone and eventually my chest. He glanced up at me and I nodded approvingly. He then unclasped my bra and took it off slowly, taking the time to look everything it had just revealed. I sat up on my elbows and cupped his cheek. He kissed me quickly but intensely, and then pulled away. "You're even more perfect than I could have ever imagined." he whispered to my ear and I whimpered silently, feeling the fire igniting again. He started kissing one of my breasts, while his hands went down to the hem of my panties and started removing it slowly. I slowly lied back to my pillow and placed my hands above my head, grabbing the metal headboard.

Once he finished with my breasts, he continued kissing down on my torso and reached my hip bones. He started nipping the skin gently and my grip on the headboard tightened every time he did. Suddenly, with a swift and soft move, he met my lips as a distraction and went in. I gasped again and moaned from the sudden pain. He started moving slowly and I bit my lower lip in order to keep it down. The grip I had on the headboard tightened and his hands moved down to my hips. He knelt a little bit to and changed his angle in order to quicken our paces and I couldn't hold back those sounds anymore. I wasn't sure what I was saying though. Maybe I was chanting his name again. Or maybe I was swearing because I felt the pleasure built inside me. I don't know.

Quite a time had passed when I realized we were moving perfectly synchronized in an incredible speed, his moves meeting mine, and I was pretty sure that if anyone had escaped the party to take a walk on the beach, they would have absolutely heard us. If I could hear the song that played right now, they could definitely hear me.

The fire in my stomach getting hotter with each thrust he gave me and I felt I'd explode any second then. My hands left the headboard only to grasp his neck and bring him up to my face. I didn't kiss him, more like breathed heavily against him and moaned loudly as he thrust against me. I leaned my head back and gave him limitless access to my neck, which he gladly took advantage of as he now grasped tightly the sheets next to my sides. And then I felt him tighten inside me as he came but did not stop moving. That's when I crashed my lips onto his and let it all out. And it was wonderful. All those intense feelings that were crossing several times that thin line between pain and pleasure, not knowing in which side they'll end up and finally exploding. Like an atomic bomb spreading radioactivity all around the Earth.

When we both calmed down, we fell back on the black sheets, his face buried in my chest. "I love you." I panted and laughed the next second. He lifted his face from my chest and grinned.

"I guess that means I rocked your world pretty well, Wise Girl." he said and I couldn't help but keep laughing.

Once I stopped, I arched my back and brought his face up to mine. "Even if my pride won't let me admit that tomorrow, I suppose you did a very good job in rocking my world, Seaweed Brain." I told him and stroked his cheek tenderly.

"You suppose?" he asked smirking.

"Yes, I suppose. You won't get anything better." I teased and he grimaced.

"Even drunk, your pride is still there." he teased me back and I smirked against his lips. He got off me and pulled me into a hug. "Are you cold?" he asked me after several minutes of silence.

"No." I answered. "I'm actually kinda hot though." I said and he smirked.

"Oh, I know the feeling." he joked and started playing with the strands of hair that fell in front of my hair. "You know, I'm glad I did this with you." he said and I looked up at him.

"I'm glad I did this with you too, Percy." I replied smiling and moved my left hand to explore his jaw line, feeling the almost invisible hair that had started growing. "You need to shave."

"Maybe I'll just leave a mustache and a beard. See if you like me more when I look more mature." he teased me again and I laughed. I stroked his face again and pulled him into a long kiss. As we started making out, I found myself on top of him. He sat up on the bed and started kissing my neck, while I giggled. Yes, I giggled. Deal with it. Even if I was enjoying our position, I pushed him back to the bed.

"You're not going to have all the fun tonight, mister." I said and he smirked. I leaned forward and whispered to his ear, "I let you rock my world, kitty cat. Now, let me show you how this is done."

He half-groaned and smirked. "I leave myself to you, my lady." he said and I slowly sat down on him. My hands started roaming his taut torso and I started moving slowly. So slow that I knew that if I didn't speed up soon, he'd beg me to. I kinda wanted him to beg me. He tried to thrust up but I shook my finger disapprovingly at him and he groaned in exasperation. I grinned and closed my eyes. Several minutes later, I got bored of the slow pace and decided to make it kinda of a... bumpy ride. I quickened my moves and started circling on him. I felt a few drops of sweat on my forehead and threw my head back, letting my instincts take over and putting my thoughts in a very dark room until this was over.

I don't quite remember the afterwards. We continued doing this for plenty minutes and of course our pace had gone wild. I just know I felt that explosion feeling more than once that time.

When we finished, I kinda of collapsed on him and I felt my eyes heavier than ever. A couple of minutes later, I managed to turn my head to face Percy and he was asleep. I reached to kiss his cheek and whispered an 'I love you' to his ear, knowing I might not feel the same way tomorrow. In an extraordinary way, I managed to cover myself and Percy with the sheets and lied down to his left. Now, you'll say, you just had sex with the guy, the last thing you should worry about is your modesty, BUT, I like being a hundred percent sure before I do something OR fall asleep.

Tsk, scratch that. I should have worn my pajamas as well. Because hell, you can't even imagine what happened next morning.