Part of the Inevitability series. The short and bittersweets.
Enjoy!
It's brief. No lingering or tender caresses. Over and gone in the space of a single suddenly fluttering heartbeat. Completely caught him off guard. Open eyes and open mouth. And it's little more than a touch. A quick tickle. Like a butterfly had landed on his lips only to be sucked away into a gale.
Yet for that single little touch he noticed an awful lot. She tastes like salt and dirt and blood and her lips are chapped and raw. She smells much the same as she tastes but there's a cackle static charge around her like a cloak and sparks literally fly. Her eyes are dewy and red and she's resting much of her weight against him. And she's trembling, from blood loss and fear and exhaustion and maybe even something more.
He never gets a chance to decide if he likes it or not. She pulls away, shoving him backwards so that he clumsily trips over his own two feet. She's gone the next instant, barreling down the hill quick as possible while dragging her shredded leg behind her. Running into death with open arms and spear flashing all the while. He tries to go after her but he's being dragged backward and he's calling her name and Annabeth's joining him and they're both hysterical.
Blood spatters Half-Blood Hill and Luke's screaming his throat into a raw pulp.
Until next time,
~Crisi