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Reaching out to run her fingers through Percy's hair, Annabeth sighs in content as his lips tease her flesh with small kisses and nips.

Warm hands slip up her shirt to stroke her sides as a tongue gently drags across her collarbone before lips and teeth are on her chest. gently sucking a dark mark into her skin.

With a gasp, her back arches up to press her chest against his bare one, her arms tightening around his neck.

"Perce," the blond mumbles, "please." She doesn't even know what she is saying please for. She never notices when she gets a bit vocal; even when she tries not to be it happens.

Percy pulls back to pull the shirt fully off of her before leaning back down to nip along where the cups of her plain white bra,with a little bow in the middle, meets skin. He gently ghosts his fingertips across her stomach, sliding one around to her back while the other strokes across her throat on its way into her hair.

"I love you," he mumbles into her skin as he slides his tongue across her warm flesh to leave small goosebumps behind as the air cools her heated flesh.

Giving his dark hair a tug, she whispers to the air around them that she loves him too. Shortly after she finds herself lying under the male in her bra and non matching underwear with Percy still almost fully dressed. Annabeth struggles to get her hands on his jeans, popping the button and jerking the zipper down.

"I want to be on top this time," she grins up at him, her gray eyes half lidded and her bond curls thrown around her head in tangles. "Let me do that work for once."

With a blush of his own, Percy wraps his arms around her and rolls over to bring her on top of him while he lays on his back.

"Percy!"

He just rolled the wrong way instead, sending them not onto the empty space of bed next to them, but crashing down onto the floor next to the bed. Percy lands first, his back smacking the ground and sending his head jerking back to collide against the ground soon after. All of Annabeth's weight is sent into his abdomen, forcing the air from his lungs as her head hits his chin while her hair ends up in his mouth.

"Damn it, Seaweed Brain," she groans as she sits up to straddle his lap. "Are you okay?"

Ignoring his pain, he looks up at her with a small grin.

"Hey… At least you're on top now."

Aannabeth slaps his chest as she laughs at his stupid joke.

"You already killed the mood, I can feel you lost your erection," she winks at him, shifting her hips to press her bottom against his crotch.

"I'm sure you can get it back up," He winks at her as he sits up to press his chapped lips against her softer ones.