Prompts
Summary of what's gonna go down on this story: Okay, this is where I'm going to post my pjo drabbles that are 500 words or less. Also, you can prompt me if you want me to write you one. Any pairings are accepted, though femslash, especially Pipabeth, Reynabeth, and Pipeynabeth are preferred. Please do not just leave a pairing. Leave a one-word prompt, an au setting, a situation, or a complete sentence (like the one given for this story) prompt as well please. If you leave your prompt non-anonymously then I will make sure to send you a message when I post the response. Responses make take one day to a week to complete and probably won't be more than 500 words, though if I can't contain myself I will make exceptions. Okay guys, I hope that you enjoy.
Summary of actual drabble: Prompt: Annabeth's a really good kisser and piper doesn't think it's fair.
There was no universe or alternate reality where this was fair. Annabeth could drive Piper insane with a single flick or her tongue or skilled movement of her lips and whenever Piper tried to take control the entire kiss became a slippery, unskillful mess. Annabeth was good at everything: Architectual design, knife fighting, strategizing, and now making out too? That just wasn't fair. If either of them should have been gifted with kissing skills from the gods, it should have been Piper. She was the daughter of the goddess of love. There should be some perks better than just charmspeak and physical attractiveness. Piper almost groaned with her own frustration: both from being a worse kisser than Annabeth and from how damned turned on she was.
Annabeth broke her lips from Piper's and sent her girlfriend an inquisitive look. Piper glared at her, a stupid, childish glare.
Annabeth seemed to have caught on to what Piper was feeling. They both had a tendency to that. Piper's girlfriend rolled her eyes, "Oh, you're jealous of my superior making-out abilities."
Piper rolled her eyes to cover the fact that it was true, "Don't be absurd."
"You only use big words when you're trying to distract me from your lies," Annabeth teased, though there was vivid truth in her words. A smirk that would have looked more at home on Piper's own face slithered across Annabeth's face like a snake.
"Annabeth I am not-" but Annabeth cut her off with a forceful and skilled kiss. Piper almost lost her train of thought in Annabeth's skillful lip movements and the hands raking across her back.
"Damn you," she thought, but she just pressed her lips more firmly against Annabeth's. For the moment, she didn't care that her own movements were awkward, she just needed Annabeth, even if her girlfriend frustrated the fuck out of her sometimes.