"Did you know Marilyn Monroe couldn't orgasm?" Annabeth asked without taking her eyes off of her book. She took a sip of coffee, unfazed.
"What?!" Percy spluttered, choking. "Where…where in Hades did that come from?!"
"Oh, just something I read." She said smoothly. "One of those little obscure facts."
"Well…it's ironic, I guess." Percy replied, rubbing at the back of his neck. "She was a sex icon."
Annabeth just smirked, turning a page in her book. "You're totally thinking dirty thoughts right now, aren't you?"
"Who? Me? No!" He scoffed, indignantly, his face turning vermillion.
"Liar." She laughed, resuming her reading.
It was true; he had lied. Her blonde curls spilled over her shoulders, barely licking the top of her ample cleavage. The v-neck did nothing to stop Percy's raging hormones. The smirk she wore—as if Percy enjoyed her dominance—turned him on perhaps more than the thought of boobs.
The sound of her page turning punctured the thick air every as Percy struggled to regain control. Annabeth simply smirked, continuing on in her reading.
Suddenly, her book was plucked from her hands, and before she could protest, his mouth covered hers in a passionate kiss.
He cupped her face in his hands, entangling her blonde curls between his fingers. He pulled away, after several steamy moments, and touched his forehead to hers.
"So, what you're saying is, even this couldn't get ol' Marilyn going?" He smirked.
"Not even in the slightest." She breathed heavily.
"Hmm…well, let's see what does." He raised an eyebrow, leaning forward once more to resume the kiss. Each battled for dominance, pressing forward more and more, and Annabeth laced her arms around his lanky shoulders. He removed his lips from hers, pausing to nip and kiss at her neck while she tilted her head back, moaning and murmuring his name with each kiss.
"And this?" He asked after a beat.
"Not one bit." She laughed as he responsively tugged at the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head.
"Let's fix that." He smirked, caressing her breast while continuing to kiss her full, rosy lips. He could feel her grin beneath the kiss.
"I think," She said in a small pause. "That we need to even the playing field. Maybe that would have helped Ms. Monroe."
Grinning seductively, Annabeth pulled his shirt off, running her fingers along the cool contours of his abs. She lifted herself, now straddling his lap.
"Oh, much better." He smiled, grasping her shoulders and pulling her closer to him. He hoisted her, grasping her bottom with his hands, and carried her towards the door as she kissed his neck.
As Percy opened the door to the bedroom, setting Annabeth down on the bed, she laughed, removing her shorts and propping herself up on her elbows.
"Marilyn," She began as Percy inched closer. "Did not know what she was missing."