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-These chapters are pre-written so if you want to suggest something I am more than willing to write it in.

MONTH 0: DAY 0: December 6th

Annabeth walked into the small apartment just after 5, regretting her choice to work another few hours in her office. Percy walked out of their bedroom to hear her shuffling and removing her scarf and hat and the loud thud of her book bag sinking to the ground.

"Hey babe," Percy grinned.

"Call me babe again and see what happens," she said tersely while turning to face him.

"Someone's in a bad mood," he concluded and continued towards her. He took her hat and scarf from the table and hung it on the hook limply. He worried seeing Annabeth so mad; her job was normally a place of joy for her.

"Someone needs a drink." Annabeth swiftly moved to the small kitchen to the fridge, moving for the Corona Percy had bought earlier in the week. As he heard the cap popping he sighed.

"Hand me one." As the glass was handed to him he attempted a smile at her to gauge her mood once more. She didn't smile back.

"Seriously, what happened?"

"Many things Percy." She turned to face him and leaned against the counter. "First of all, Denise- you know the slutty brunette from the next office over?- came over to my office and felt the need to tell me how bummed she is about getting knocked up. She started this fucking sob story for the whole office to hear and expected me to cry along with her. Do I give a crap? No! She doesn't even appreciate the fact that she can have kids. She doesn't even know if she would keep her own child. Then, after Chuck- my boss, you know?- sent her home he told me that I needed to redo the plans for the Huntington office because they didn't like the doorway I created. They wanted the best designer for their building and they said I'm incompetent because my doorway was classic and not modern enough for them! Can you believe that? Then, to top it off, I have to deal with a monster attack at my lunch break. Three Stymphalian birds tried to eat me and my soup. The soup spilt on my skirt," she pointed to while taking a breath. "This is the only one I have left thanks to you ruining the other one." Percy rolled his eyes- the fire wasn't his fault. The dryer happened to catch fire, happened to have her pencil skirt in it, and accidentally ruined it and half their black business pants.

"Plus, I don't even know why this bothers me so much, but Pam- my co-worker on my last project for the Wilks'- was brought all these flowers from Matthew, her husband. Percy, you never give me flowers anymore. And we never go out much. All we do is go to work and come home. Clean, eat, go to work, come home. I want to go out more. I want you to bring me flowers and coffee like you used too. I want to visit Camp."

Percy instantly went on red alert at the ending of her rant. He could deal with calming her down with other people's stupidity. But him not taking her out? His fault. Him not ordering her the roses she swore she didn't want for work so everyone could see? His fault again. But it was true. Months ago he would always go out with her for lunch, even if it was only for a few minutes and a total waste of gas money. He sent her flowers and bought her nice presents with his bonuses. And he enjoyed when she brought him lunch and ordered drinks for his co-workers just to show how cool of a wife she was. He decided to just take the hint that she wanted that more, and roll with it. He could do that more if she did. Team effort pays off, they always told each other.

"Well… that certainly is a hectic day. Fucking Denise right?" She smiled a little at his joke. It was encouraging enough for him to step forward and put her beer down next to his. He took her hands and laced their fingers, a nice response to her rant. "But seriously, if you want more flowers and lunch dates I'm sure I can work that out. You're always right Annabeth. I can't believe your boss Charles-"

"Chuck," she corrected.

"-Chuck, would even doubt the daughter of Athena herself. He should be thanking you for working at his office. You have built Olympus! My girl has done way better than the paycheck she is getting!" He shouted to no one. She was laughing at his outburst.

"You suckup. Stop being an idiot."

"I try my best." she shoved him and took her Corona to the couch.

He sat next to her and held his drink in his hand as his other arm wrapped around her shoulders.

"What are we watching?"

"CSI," she concluded after a minute. He groaned and took a drink as she nestled into him. He took a moment to appreciate her work clothes: a white button shirt and black pencil shirt that hugged her curves just below her chest. A black belt held it up, meeting her blonde curls at the line. The buttons of her shirt wore undone slightly, her rant had distracted her from changing, and revealed her lace covered chest underneath. He smiled and pulled her hair to the opposite shoulder, in an attempt to get an even better view of the girl in his arms. He appreciated the access and kissed her head softly and twirled a hair with his hand. He set his drink down and moved his hand to her skirt slowly.

"Percy?"

"Yes?"

"What do you want? I just got home," she almost whined.

"Nothing. Your work clothes must be so uncomfortable. Why don't you just take them off?" He chuckled at her side smile.

"If you want me naked you are going to have to make me dinner at least." She wondered if her meek attempt to get out of cooking would work. She rubbed his thigh to get him to agree.

"You're so difficult," he sighed. "But fine. Dinner it is. Pasta?"

"Hmm…. Yes. With garlic bread and wine."

"Fine. I'll go to the store later. You get dinner."

"And you'll get a nice night Percy Jackson." she smiled knowing how he loved her saying his name as a tease.

"Well, Mrs. Jackson, I would hate for you to be so uncomfortable. Why don't you take your shirt off at least? Or that belt?" He smiled down at her and took her drink.

"You're a horndog," she muttered and stood up.

"I can't help it. You're the only one to blame." She wouldn't admit how good the comment made her feel. She liked that she was the only one Percy was with, the only one that knew what he liked so well. She had learned over the years that she was the center of Percy's hormones all the time.

She laughed and took her belt off hurriedly, as the investigator on the TV revealed the cause of death. She decided to take her skirt off as well and nearly forgot what she was doing until Percy groaned from behind her.

"Your going to strip right in front of me and tell me to wait until tonight?"

She laughed and turned around to see him. He smiled at her gently and pulled at her hand. She sat in his lap carefully as she faced him, her skirt long gone on the floor.

"Let me help," he kissed her. She leaned into him more as he unbuttoned the top, now wrinkled and exposed, and pulled her flush against him. She was almost swayed to let Percy have his way right then when she felt the muscles underneath his shirt move and contract under her touch. Every time they touched each other it was like they were teenagers again.

"Do you remember the first time we did it in my cabin?" Percy stopped nibbling her ear to laugh.

"Oh dear gods I thought we would get caught. You realize we were a minute from being caught?" He went for her collarbone again before she pulled away.

"Why do you like me to say your name so much?" He rolled his eyes and bent to kiss her once more. He kissed the palm of her hand as he was intercepted.

"I asked you a question."

"Ugh, why do you want to embarrass me?" She followed his eyes down to her open shirt and revealed breasts. Percy tried as hard as he could to not drool at the site of the lacy bra practically showing all of her chest. She huffed and crossed her arms.

"You gotta talk with me if you want anything," she smiled coyly.

"Fine," he sat back slightly and brought her with him. "

"Why do you like me to say your name so much?" He immediately understood and blushed lightly.

"Jeez, I don't know, Annabeth. I guess it's just a guy thing. I like knowing that I'm the one making you feel so good," he rubbed her back and smiled.

"Why do you like me to hold your neck?" He immediately retorted while she blushed red and looked away.

"Honestly?"

"Always," he kissed her.

"I like the feeling. When you hold my neck it's almost like… I don't know, possession? I like knowing that you're the one with the power at that moment. And when you squeeze," she closed her eyes, remembering the other night. She was stunned to feel his arm wrap around her back and his hand go to her neck, squeezing slightly. It thrilled her to know that Percy was in charge at the time. Her sweet husband could be so possessive and domineering.

"Like that?" Percy marveled slightly as she moved her hands to cover her neck and his wrist, squeezing even more.

"Just like that," she said in a whispering voice.

"What about when I spank you?" She was beyond red, regretting bringing up their small kinks.

"I like the pain. I like the burn you give me." Percy hissed a breath at her blunt explanation.

He noticed her breathing shallow as he continued to hold her neck, and moved to remove his hand to travel down her body. He liked her in the open white shirt, showing her mismatched bra and panties. He smirked at the boy shorts and rubbed her backside and pulled his hand back, only to wrap it forward quickly. The smack surprised her and she buried her face in his neck immediately. It felt so good. Maybe she didn't need to wait until dinner.

"Mm Percy. Kiss me. Kiss me and touch me. I don't think I can wait until later." Percy smirked and attacked her in a passionate kiss while going to work on the pesky lace covering her chest.

"Take yours off," she said when it was at level with his stomach muscles. He had developed the stomach Annabeth loved and ravished- with definition, tanned like his defined arms. Her hands were moving so much she didn't know where they went. She took his shirt off and moved to his raven hair while rocking against him.

"Right here baby?" He whispered against the base of her ear and bit it softly.

"Y-yes. Here. Now." She was hastily moving to his now pant-less legs. His boxers were raised in want and were shed quickly.

She was laying on her back quickly, under Percy while holding a kiss. She guided his hand to her neck and gasped when he squeezed her throat lightly while he rubbed her deliciously low.

"Say my name, Annabeth."

She said his name more than once that night.

OOOkay. That was the first mildly smut-ish thing and it actually leads to a story (go figure you perverts ;)) but really this is going to be a great story, I hope, so please review! PM me if you want, I love feedback.