A/N: Happy birthday to the Savior of Olympus and to the anniversary of Percy and Annabeth!

This is a little different from my usual one-shots. ^_^

It's my first time trying to use present-tense form, and I'm not gonna lie, it is sort of hard. But, I'm still going to post it!

So, I didn't really plan on posting this, but I wanted to do something for this special day: 8/18.

Hope you like it!(:

Disclaimer: I wish I owned PJO. If I did, I'd probably just make the whole series about Percabeth.

Annabeth's POV

"Rawr," Percy says. I brush it off, thinking it's just him being Seaweed Brain.

Reading my book, I feel comfortable in my position; I'm leaning into Percy, my head slightly tilting. His arm is casually around me, and I know that his arm is being squeezed between me and the tree. He doesn't seem to mind, though. When I asked him about it, he told me it was fine, said it didn't matter, as long as he's touching me, he doesn't really care.

I had bitten down on my tongue to keep myself from smiling, but he knew me so well, he called me out on it.

Losing interest of the book, I focus on how his fingers play with my hair. Why he's so fascinated by it boggled me, but I'm not going to complainin, though.

He brings my hair to his lips and kisses it. "Rawr," he repeats. I, again, don't pay attention to it. He's smiling in my hair, and there's no way I wouldn't be able to feel that.

"Are you still reading that book?" he asks. By his wolfish grin, I can tell he already knows the answer.

Without waiting for me to speak, he takes the book from my lap and puts it on the ground besides him.

Taking my chin between his fingers, he kisses my forehead and whispers the word again. Closing my eyes, I relish the warmth from his lips and how it feels when it touches my skin. I breathe in deeply before releasing a shaky breath.

He kisses both of the corners of my lips, repeating that damn word again, and he's so close, so, so close to where I want him to be.

"I swear—" my threat cuts off when our lips finally touch, and I don't think I'll ever get tired of kissing Percy.

Kissing my boyfriend is definitely one of my favorite things to do. I love it so much that I do it every single day. Our lips move in a familiar dance, and it's not too long before our tongues meet each other again.

Yeah...kissing Percy is definitely my favorite thing to do. Ever.

As he pulls back, I whimper at the lost of his lips. I'm being silly, however, because it's obvious we both need air to breathe. I smile slyly as I take him in with his swollen lips.

"Rawr," he says, a little breathless from the kiss.

This time, I don't ignore it. "Why do you keep saying that?" I question. He smiles at me, full of adoration and warmth, and it's not too long before I'm mirroring his actions.

It seems I can't control myself when it comes to Percy.

"Rawr," he winks, "means I love you in dinosaur."

Who saw that coming? (: I DID! lol.

Review and tell me if this was horrible or not.

RAWR.