It was a normal day at Camp Half-blood, or at least as normal as it gets with half human, half god teenagers milling about the place.
Percy and Annabeth were practicing swordfighting in the arena, probably the only thing Percy was better at than his girlfriend. Percy once again knocked out Annabeth's sword out of her grip using the first move he had ever learnt - only this time from behind her. Before she had the time to groan in disappointment (though she was actually very proud of him), he had pulled her close to him, with his left hand around her waist to keep her in place and his blade held against her neck.
"Not very romantic Seaweed Brain", she teased, panting from the effort, causing him to let go of his sword while he maintained his iron grip over her shielded stomach.
He allowed his free hand to inch over her as he slowly placed his lips to the side of her neck, tracing kisses all the way to her ear.
"Better now?", he whispered.
Annabeth let out a slight moan of approval in response. She had to admit, Percy definitely wasn't as nervous around her as he used to be.