A/N: This is a procrastinating oneshot due to a small amount of weekend homework, a day-dream in chemistry, and not having any inspiration for Annabeth Chase: Assassin, hooker, part time babysitter. Based off, you guessed it, a real day-dream. So yeah, enjoy c:
Percy's POV
He woke up to a blinding ray of sunlight, streaming through the crack of the window blinds like a laser beam. He grunted in displeasure, but was way too lazy and sore to get up.
Wait…sore? I haven't hit the gym in weeks.
Then he looked at the foot of his bed and saw small feet entangled with his large ones, and heard a small, sleepy groan come from his left.
He kissed her forehead, and smiled lovingly down at her. My Annabeth.
He was worried last night. Worried that they'd get caught by one of her friends. Or even worse, her family. Or even more worse, her dad. And worried that she may not have even wanted to.
After all, he was the one who brought about a dozen condoms, and who brought her back to his hotel room under the intention they'd cuddle, watch scary movies, and eat some pizza with hot chocolate.
And he was now out of condoms.
It wasn't his fault. From the moment they walked in, she asked him to unzip her prom dress. It took forever due to his shaky hands.
And now, here she was. Her hair was an absolute mess, her mouth was wide open, and her nose kept twitching.
She had never looked more beautiful.
He kissed her forehead and wrapped his arm around her underneath the blanket, but he was surprised to feel cotton instead of the smoothness of her belly. And she had put her underwear on.
He chuckled and lifted her up gently, and put her on top of the blankets. He grinned super wide when he saw she was wearing his Chicago Bulls shirt.
This shirt was a big deal to him. It was a shirt that his dad had given to him at three during his dads "pudgy" stage. Back then, it reached down to the middle of his calves.
The last time he had worn it, it actually fit pretty well. He wasn't fat, but he was tall enough to where it reached about the same place his regular shirts reached.
And seeing her wearing it had to be cutest thing he had ever seen. He kissed her cheek and whispered "godsdammit, I fuckin love you."
He sat up and looked at her. He could stare at her forever, she was gorgeous, but now she simply looked like an angel. The beams of sun reaching through the blinds made her hair beautiful, and gave her sleeping face an angelic look.
He reached over the side of his bed and slipped on his boxers, and wrapped his arm around her again. She stirred, moaned, snorted (it was adorable as fuck), and then lay still again.
He nuzzled his nose into her beautiful hair, trying to remember when she put on his shirt. The last thing he remembered was slipping out of her and almost falling asleep. She laughed at him and took the condom off herself. He muttered something like thank you, and passed out.
Wait…no, she got up. He remembered now, he thought she was leaving. She smiled and promised she wasn't.
She must've dressed then. He kissed the back of her head, smiling.
"How did I get so lucky?" he whispered to the back of her head. "How?"
And when he awoke again, it was to her face pulling away from his, grinning.
"You were a bit too big."
He simply laughed.