The story is mine, the characters are not, and English is my second language, so if you see terrible grammar mistakes, please review, don't hate ^^ There is smut in this, just F.Y.I. Enjoy!

The music was so very, very loud that Annabeth thought her head was actually going to explode. She didn't want to be here. She never went to this kind of place. It was too loud, there was not enough light, she felt danger everywhere. She could be surrounded by monsters without even knowing. The smell of sweat, alcohol and cigarette made her want to throw up. Okay, she kinda promised Piper she wouldn't leave early. But she couldn't stand it, she had to run away, go curl up in her bed, watch some Netflix. She was on her way to get her coat when a weird guy jumped in front of her, sweaty and smiling.

"Hello there! I, uh… I saw you earlier, and you seemed very uncomfortable, and I don't like when a beautiful girl has such a frown on her face! Want a drink?"

And he winked. Annabeth rolled her eyes. She hated flirters. They always talked to her like they talked to babies. Or to a dumb girl. Which she wasn't.

"Oh yeah? You don't like frowns? Well I'm so sorry I ruined your night with my sad faces, darling, but I'm not in the mood for your childish flirting games." She snapped.

She was pretty proud of herself. The guy had to leave now. She knew that whenever a girl didn't respond by either ignoring them or batting their eyelashes at them, boys were lost. Well, except this one apparently. Because Annabeth didn't stay proud very long.

The guy was looking at her with a very big smile.

"Sorry, I'm lame with pick-up lines. I find you very pretty, frown or not. I just wanted to buy you a drink, if that's okay with you?"

He truly had a sorry face on. Plus, even though the lighting was terrible, Annabeth could see that he was very, very handsome. Black messy hair, unnatural green eyes, tall and muscular, yes please. So she simply nodded. She was fiery and everything, but she still was human. She followed her guts, and therefore she followed him to the bar. She ordered a beer and they talked a little. But the music was so loud they had to speak very close to each other, and a very nice tension started to build. Annabeth noticed, and let it build. After all, why not have a little bit of fun?

Percy slammed the door behind them. Honestly, he didn't remember how it began, but who cares when her soft hands were grabbing and caressing every inch of his body, driving him crazy. He opened his eyes and saw she was as lost in the moment as he was. He pushed her into the wall, not wanting to wait to get to the bed. He wanted to hear every sound she could make, right here, right now. Her kisses were like fire. Her hands were in his hair, her legs spread to get him between them. She was a fantasy. He began going down, nipping at her neck long enough to get here red and sensitive. He tugged at her shirt, and she got the message, taking it off as quick as she could.

"Someone is getting greedy" he grinned.

"Shut up, Jackson."

Her voice was low and husky, and her words nearly made him come right on the spot. He focused on her gorgeous breasts, kissing them, carefully avoiding her nipple, teasing her until she was pulling his hair and crying out. She was so responsive, it drove him insane. He gave her what she wanted and worshipped both her nipples until he couldn't tease anymore. He dropped to his knees, spreading her legs a little bit and ripping her panties off. He glanced at her, seeking permission. He met her eyes, blown with lust, and knew that he was authorized. He kissed and bit her inner thighs, drawing patterns, getting closer and closer to her pussy. He licked once, feeling how wet she already was. The sound she made convinced him to hurry up and make her come. He thrusted his tongue as deep he could, savoring her juices dripping on his chin. His thumb found her clit and he didn't tease this time. He stroked and licked her and thrust in her as fast as he could, never getting enough of her moans and screams. He felt as her orgasm began. One of his arm preventing her from falling, he felt her pussy tightening, her legs shaking, and she came, trembling, her mouth open in a soundless cry. Again, he had to take deep breaths not to come too soon. He stayed there until she was the one pushing him away, grabbing his hair to make him stand up. She made him take off his shirt, pants and everything and pushed him towards his room, and sat on his lap, never breaking the kiss.

Annabeth had come really hard, and yet she was not satisfied. She climbed on Percy's lap, grinding herself against his cock. Oh Gods, he was big. Her eyes flutter with anticipation. Before she did something stupid, she broke the kiss and looked at him.

"Please, tell me you have a condom." The lust made her voice heavier than normal, she barely recognized herself. To her relief he smiled and nodded. He got up and went rummaging through some drawer. She took the occasion to take her bra off and lie one the bed in the sluttiest position she could come up with. Judging by the look he gave her, devouring her with these incredibly green eyes, she nailed it. He covered her with his body, hands roaming everywhere. She grabbed his ass and pushed him to her, feeling the tip of his cock against her. She was going insane with all the teasing.

"Come on, Jackson, fuck me already!"

"Oh gods, you're so hot" he whispered, biting her ear.

He pushed in her in one, strong, smooth thrust, and she all but screamed. He was big indeed, hitting all the right spots like he already knew her. He didn't tease, setting a fast and hard pace that she was more than grateful for. He grabbed her wrists and kept them above her head, stopping any movement. She wrapped her thighs, pushing him deeper, and she just took everything he gave her, as hard and brutal as he wanted, letting her orgasm build. She was soon screaming his name, begging him, crying out, until her screams stopped making sense, just raw pleasure falling from her lips. He let her hands go and they exploded together, clawing at each other, biting shoulders and lips, kissing hard.

Afterwards they were just lying on the bed, limbs tangled, catching their breaths the best they could, and both smiling like idiots.

Percy pouted when she got up to search for her clothes. He knew how one-night stands felt, and they never felt like what he and Annabeth just did. They had a connection, he was certain of it. But she just brushed his arguments away with an adorable smile.

"Now, now, Jackson, don't get too excited. I know you're gonna miss me, but I don't think that means we are soulmates." She laughed.

"But, come on, Annabeth, don't tell me you ever felt anything like that before! We are made for each other!" He quickly got up. In the pale morning light, she could really look at him, and she did. And he was hot as hell. She was mentally drooling. She would have fucked him right there, but she had to leave. She had classes.

"Like what you see?", he smiled. Damn, he was an arrogant little piece of shit.

She rolled her eyes and kept looking for her tank top. She finally found it, hanging on a lamp in the entrance. She grabbed her purse, smiled, kissed Percy one last time and left quickly, knowing if she listened to him she would never leave this apartment ever again. As soon as she got in the street, she missed him. Maybe he was right, maybe they should give it a try. She shook her head, trying to clear it. She didn't do "dating". She was a busy woman. She had classes, and work, and she nearly survived. She couldn't allow herself a boyfriend.