I'm not used to write lemons... I don't like to write them, I'm bad at it because of a lack of vocabulary.. and yeah.. I like to make things the most realistic possible.. and you need some experience for that you know... but somehow I was in the mood today, and just thought lets have a try to write some romantic, passionate, real Percabeth story.. and yet here I am.

But then of course the big question, where do you begin it, at the beginning of the story, or the end. In which moment of the books? Just after the battle against Kronos? Or after Annabeth found Percy at the Roman camp? Or after Tartarus? IN Tartarus? Nan... that wouldn't be right. So just lets make it some random moment after all what happened, after Tartarus, after the war, after the return of Leo, after the reunion of Percy and Sally, just a random moment, out of so much moments of love our dearest couple could have had.

It's not like she was addicted to it, wasn't it? It may just be a passion. It may just be something she could do all day, she could want to do all day along. Something which could take all her attention in one single view, didn't matter what she was doing, ever. Something which would make her smile and dream and laugh all along the way, while drawing circles and lines and symbols and...

Gosh!

No it's not like she IS actually addicted to it.

Right?

But she is. She totally is. And nothing could stop her from doing it. Nothing could distract her enough from it. She needs to feel it with her fingers, she needs to see it every day. She needs to...

No she isn't addicted. She is NOT addicted. Never would she admit that.

And so it is her secret, her OWN.

But she knows that he knows too. Just because of the way he looks at her while she's doing it. With those deep deep green eyes of him. And he would just look right though her facade and see her fascination, her passion for it.

And then he would moan and laugh and smile and call her his Wise Girl. And she would love him even more, and only keep doing it. More devoted then before.

Nothing could ever distract her from doing it. At least nothing except Percy.

She would try, she really would.

But when he would walk over and look at her with those Green eyes, it would go wrong somewhere. Her fingers would miss the pattern, her eyes would look away. It would give her the feeling as if it was slipping right through her fingers. Slipping away. And she would try to hold on and she would yell at Percy to go out. NOW!

The look in his eyes was always a bit hurt, but she didn't really care. She was busy with it, and she would catch up with him later. As always. And he would leave her alone, with it.

And yet her fingers were travelling again over and over it, as an obsession. Drawing patterns and circles and so much more... she would let escape a moan, and she would hear Percy growl in the room next to hers.

Jealous.

But she didn't care. And sometimes she would just press her nose against it, needing to smell that wonderful sent, and she would caress it, and...

And then suddenly two arms would sneak around her waist, pulling her backwards. And warm breathing would tickle her neck. And fingers would be curling over her belly. And then he would kiss her right there, on that spot at her collarbone. And she would forget everything about it. Just one single then she would fight against that sweet lustful blankness in her head, she would try to push him away and keep doing it.

And he would laugh against her skin and kiss her throat again and again and again. Licking, drawing patterns with his tong on her skin, smiling against her and sometimes even growling.

And she would push him back again.

"I'm busy Percy, please dammit go out! Your distracting me! LEAVE ME ALONE!"

And he would growl again, but out of frustration and leave (again). But without coming back this time.

And she would keep doing it.

But not this time. When he left, she suddenly turned around, as popping right out of a dream. She looked at it, horrified. She heard the front door close. And it clicked right in place in her brain.

She jumped up, almost falling over her chair, didn't take time to get properly dressed. She ran out of her room, stumbling over all the paper lying on the ground, almost falling against the wall while tripping.

She didn't care.

She ran towards the door, kicked it open, didn't brother to close it. She ran down the hall. As fast as she could. Were was he? He couldn't be this fast, right? She ran even faster, towards the stairs of their apartment building, because the elevator doors were closed. And she almost flew of the stairs, downwards.

She needed to be in time.

And she would finally run out of the building. And she saw the wheels of his red truck turning, when he started the motor and without looking back at the building, ride away. Riding past her, not even noticing her yelling him to stop, eyes clouded over. Refusing to cry.

And she realised it was more than two weeks she was doing it. Every singleminute of the day. Barely sleeping. Never leaving her room. Never even looking at him. Pushing him away over and over and over again.

Even today.

And she started to run again. Desperately. Following the car. But he was riding fast, to fast. And her brain was working faster than her legs and she found herself changing direction, running away from him, without even realising why.

And she ran even faster until she arrived at the bridge the road passed under. And she saw him arrive, riding fast. She saw the car suddenly brake because of all the slow traffic on the road. She saw him almost hit a car in front of his. She saw him arrive closer and closer of the bridge.

She could just have send him an Iris Message.

But she jumped.

Guess it was really turning her crazy.

Her brain had already calculate everything and she she plunged down without second thought. But Annabeth never had second thoughts. The first ones were always already good.

Right?

She landed on the roof of the car, immediately grabbing the roof rack not to fall. The car swallowed under her. But she was in control, always.

Except with it.

And she held tighter already knowing what would happen. The car suddenly shot leftwards and then right. Braking suddenly and sprinting forwards again. There were not much possibilities on a full traffic road, but she was shaken all around. She hold even tighter and suddenly laughed. And she let one arm go down to tap on the window of the car with her fist. Laying on a "in every possible direction" shaking car, with a Percy trying to get that "terrible dangerous monster that would of course jump on his roof right at this fucking moment" of his car.

And she tapped on the window, hard. And she could hear him yelp form out the car. And he suddenly totally turned over the wheel.. the car went spinning on the road...

And the only thought that could cross her mind was: "When were going to tell our kids this in the future... wow."

Kids? She never actually thought about having kids, before. And there on a spinning truck, bumping into other cars, twirling around, she thought how amazing it could be to actually have kids, and she laughed and smiled. And just felt amazing.

Sometimes risks only let you feel alive. And forget it for a while.

When finally the car stopped spinning, Percy tumbled out of the car, head spinning. Freaked out. And still in her totally 'amazed' mind, she just jumped down of the roof, with a wide smile and said.

"Hey!"

Boys never faint, unless they're hurt. Especially no Percy Jacksons. But he looked at her with wide open eyes, opening his mouth to only let go out a strange strangled sound. Before dropping on the ground.

Her 'amazed hysteric' mind was cooled down directly. She jumped forwards, catching him right in time, but he didn't move.

"Percy?"

He breathing swallowed but he didn't open his eyes. Fast unconscious.

She gently lay him down in the car.

And slowly she rode back to their apartment.

And pulling him up she would carry him back into their flat and she lay him down on their bed and stayed there, watching him.

Slowly, very slowly her mind start to work again. She hadn't even realised that it had short circuited. She suddenly realise that she had probably given him an hart attack. Not a dangerous one, but still.

Nobody would expect to see your girlfriend and fiancé jump of the roof of your car and just saying "Hey." Especially not in her pink pyjamas.

Even not crazy Halfbloods.

Especially not when she just pushed you away for the fortieths time those two weeks. Because she was busy.

Shit.

She looked at his face, and than through the open door to the living room, and the flowers she just realised they were standing on the table. Roses.

Especially not on Valentines day.

Crap.

"Sorry..." she whispered.

Valentines Day.

She pulled him into her lap and gently kissed him on the cheek. She should really stop with it. It wasn't worth this. Really not.

She looked at him again. He was breathing peacefully now, more asleep then unconscious. He was going to be alright. She smiled. And kissed him again, on his closed eyes.

She heard him murmur her name.

Yeah, she should really stop with it.

She realised it would take an other hour or two before he would wake up.

Stop with it?

She carefully stood up and walked out of the room, going to pick up it up, along with her drawing papers.

She would stop with it...

Later.

Right.. Something got wrong with the lemons, but don't worry they will hopefully come in the sequel.. if sequel there will be. And yet right, this is something that could actually happen to me..

And I think that everyone who actually loves 'it' recognizes this ^^

And right you all wondering what it is, isn't it? Use those fingers of yours and review, follow, favorite... and I'll use them to write too. Deal?