Author's Note: I got this idea a while back when I was trying to sleep during a tropical storm (Yeah, the Gulf of Mexico is like that). And who doesn't love Percabeth, really? So this is what became of that—the first in a series of little Percabeth one-shots. I know, it's done all the freaking time, but I wanted to try it. Tell me what you think, please.
Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson. Go talk to Rick Riordan about that.
1. Storm
Annabeth held Percy's hand in her own, absentmindedly tracing over all of the little scars that he had acquired over the years, her head on his chest. They didn't speak much; with them, there were times when no words were needed.
They were curled up on the sofa in their apartment, listening to the pouring rain beat down on the pavement outside, thunder rumbling and the occasional flash of lightening casting shadows across the room.
If she had been here alone, Annabeth knew it would probably have been hell trying to get warm in this drafty apartment. She would have been frozen. The beat-up radiator under the window had sputtered out again, and they couldn't get someone to come and repair it on a Saturday night; not that the old thing would have had much effect anyway.
With Percy here, however, she had no trouble at all getting warm. With his arms wrapped tightly around her and a thin blanket covering them both, she was as comfortable as ever. She sighed contentedly, burying her face in the crook of his neck and closing her eyes. He stroked her hair, rubbed small, soothing circles on her back with the hand she wasn't holding.
She fell asleep to the sound of the storm and the wonderful, rhythmic lullaby of her Seaweed Brain's breathing.