Well, I just finished BoO yesterday. This is the result. This is the scene on page 395 of BoO in Annabeth's POV. Hope it satisfies your need for more Percabeth. Enjoy!

Oh, and it's written in second person. I'm sorry if you don't like it, but I've never done it before and I thought it would be kind of cool for this scene.

Disclaimer: All rights go to Rick Riordan.

Of Rivalries and Surprises

"So this is where the rivalry started?" Percy asks and he's staring at the markings like he can't quite comprehend what they are. They're like mirages to him; not real, not truly there. You stare at him, at the furrow in his brow and the lip caught in his teeth. Your chest tightens because you know exactly what he's thinking about.

Your voice is tight as you answer, "Yeah."

Then he looks up at you and his eyes lock on yours and there's so much emotion, it almost looks like he's gone crazy. (And perhaps he has; he had literally gone to hell and back.) The seconds he stares at you feels like an eternity and the steps he takes towards you, the three small, measly steps, are happening in slow motion. Your whole body shakes in anticipation because you know what he's going to do. You know exactly what he's going to do because, after all, you are best friends more so than you are boyfriend and girlfriend and you know more about him than you know about anything else. (Which is saying a lot, since you're a daughter of the wisdom goddess.)

And then suddenly you can't think because his hands are on your waist and his lips are on yours and he's kissing you. And you expect him to pull away after a three-count, but he doesn't. He just kisses you harder, harder than he ever has. You can't move. This isn't like any other kiss you've shared with him. Those were all sweet and full of love and maybe a bit timid (You were both new to the whole "dating" thing anyway.) but this kiss is different. It devours you and you feel like an exploding star, like every molecule within you is tearing apart and your DNA is rearranging itself and there's no blood in your veins, just fire, and you might as well be in a black hole because the world has dissolved around you and you're just so lost, lost in the kiss, lost in Percy Jackson, and oh gods, you need to breathe, but you don't want to break this kiss.

Percy finally does break for air and you're left like a dying fish gasping for air. Your lips feel swollen and your body is in shock. He rests his forehead against yours and your faces are so close, you can feel his eyelashes tangling with yours (Which you find to be a wonderful, addictive feeling, which is strange.). His lips even brush against yours in a magnificently cruel kind of torture as he announces, "The rivalry ends here. I love you, Wise Girl."

You're not expecting that. A sound escapes your lips but you can't hear it over the roar of his words in your ears.

I love you.

IloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.

You're so thankful for him right now because your legs suddenly turn to jelly and you go slack. He's the only thing keeping you upright. You want to scold yourself for acting so weak at the sound of those three words but you can't help it because all of your life you've felt so alone, so abandoned, and all you've wanted was for someone to love you above anyone or anything else and finally now, someone does.

And, gods of Olympus, you love him back. So much.