"Percy-you're drowning your pancakes!" Annabeth complained.
Percy just grinned and dumped even more syrup on them. "Hey, I'm a son of Poseidon. I can't drown, and neither can my pancakes." When the amount of sugary maple goodness reached his satisfactory level-90% syrup and 10% pancakes-he took a big bite out of it.
"You'll get diabetes! Not to mention, keep us all awake during the night,"
Giving his signature lopsided smirk, he continued to silently eat his pancakes while pointedly staring at her. His girlfriend sighed and face-palmed, muttering about how Sally would know of this.
He finished his syrup with a side of pancakes. Annabeth was still talking about how he consumed too much glucose daily, and the American food guide, and how he'd die of a heart stoke before Gaea even rose.
Percy just kept staring at her, smiling. Gods, she was beautiful when she was nagging on him even more than his mother did.
"...and you'll be at more risk of cardiac arrest...and not to mention your ADHD and how it would react to your amount of sugar intake...and..." she went on, until she noticed Percy just looking at her and slightly smiling; taking her in contently.
"What?" Annabeth demanded. "Why are you looking at me like that?"
He just kept that dumb smile on his face. "Wondering what I could've ever done to deserve you."
She blushed slightly, which was very unlike Annabeth. "Well then you, Perseus Jackson, need to watch your sugar intake. I am not about to win this war only to lose you to a stupid mortal disease."
And then Percy did something that he "never" did before: he acted on impulse. Before Annabeth could whip out her laptop with probably high tech designs and a diagram of a human body and glucose molecules, he kissed her.
Annabeth gasped, before slowly wrapping her arms around his neck. She stroked his hair-wondrously soft considering how much time he spent under seawater. His skin was slightly scarred from training in camp and-duh-monsters.
Her mouth opened to greet his as her body felt wonderful vibrations all throughout. Hand tangled in her curls, Percy groaned as she trailed her hands up and down his lean back, and then she rested her left on the small of his back-where his Archilles heel used to be. Annabeth felt him shiver, and then press up against her body even more.
Percy broke away from the kiss (although reluctantly.) He grinned at his girlfriend, slightly breathless. "Now will you stop talking?"
Annabeth only looked vaguely fazed. "Not unless the syrup bottle goes," she said.
Percy sighed dejectedly, and made a big show of grabbing the syrup bottle and staring at it sadly. When Annabeth released a relieved huff of breath, Percy opened the bottle and, refusing to look away from her, put it to his mouth and started drinking.