AN: Basically, this is just me avoiding writing chapter three of Holy Ground by venturing into smut. Just a brief drabbley like thing that I wrote for Taffeh A. Llama while she was eating.

Disclaimer: Not mine.

Warnings: Welllllllllllllllllllll, "explicit" sex (exactly what counts as explicit, anyways?). If you couldn't tell from the rating, summary, and title.


Annabeth ground down onto Percy's dick, the wind whipping through her hair as they slowly descended.

The two demigods were in an awkward position-Annabeth was half-straddling Percy, sliding up and down on his dick, one of his arms around her waist as he struggled to keep a semblance of a sitting position beneath her as they fell through the air, and the other hand rubbing her clitorus.

"Fuck, Percy," Annabeth gasped, arching her back and wrapping her arms tighter around his neck. One hand was carding through Percy's black tresses-the other was clutching tightly to her underwear and shorts, because gods damn it, if Annabeth was going to have her boyfriend's cock up her vagina while they were falling through the air, she was doing it without shorts on, but she wasn't letting her shorts and panties drift to the ground.

This whole thing was Percy's idea, anyways. Not that Annabeth was complaining.

Percy mouthed at her breast through her shirt and sports bra, teasing her already erect nipples. Annabeth tried not too gasp too loudly out of habit, biting down briefly on Percy's earlobe.

Annabeth shifted again, rising up slightly and slamming back down on Percy's dick, letting out a low moan of appreciation. Beneath her, Percy's moans were unrestrained, and she could feel him trying to jerk his hips up into her but failing because of the gravitational pull.

Annabeth smirked. She liked having Percy so helpless underneath her.

"This," Percy managed, "may have been a bad idea."

"No kidding," Annabeth moaned, dropping her head into the crook of Percy's neck. It wasn't like they hadn't slept together before. They'd just never done it while falling through the air.

"What if we-mmm-hit the ground before we're-oh, gods, yes-done?"

Annabeth bit down a giggle. "Stop talking," she hissed against Percy's neck, before sucking a deep, purple bruise onto his jugular.

Her order had the desired effect-Percy finally stopped talking.