AN: I don't own any characters or anything belonging to Percy Jackson and the Olympians. Cause if I did it would be an erotic novel…..
Chapter 1: Mystery Girl
Annabeth stifled a yawn as Octavian's speech droned on. Her eyes scanned the room, falling on Reyna, who at the moment, was visibly struggling to keep her eyes open. Reyna met Annabeth's gaze, sternly wrinkled her eyebrows, then redirected her attention to Octavian with new determination to listen to his public complaints. Annabeth spent the rest of the council time staring at the side of Reyna's determined face, admiring her defined jaw line, solid shoulders, and somehow adorable scowl. It's just a crush, Annabeth reassured herself. She was sure Percy would be green with jealousy if he knew. Just a crush. He's the one who decided it would be a great idea for me to stick around here to smooth out the Roman, Greek relationship. She was still a bit bitter about Percy shanghaiing her into being a Greek diplomat. Though the architecture was not something she could complain about.
Finally, Octavian seemed be satisfied with the amount of time he'd taken up, seeing as the sun had been long down, and smiled announcing his completion. Annabeth groaned as she got up. Her sparring match with Reyna this morning had been a bit taxing on her muscles. Her legs complained with every step on her way out into the night air. Fuck. Her eyes scrunched as she made a particularly painful step. The cold nipped at her bare arms and aroused little goose bumps everywhere her purple t-shirt didn't cover. Annabeth forced her aching legs to speed up to a light jog toward her quarters. They happened to be next to Reyna's home. She had gotten her own little space, though very small, it was nice to get some peace and quiet. She passed through the beautiful archway and through a purple curtain. Apparently the Romans didn't believe in doors, as all the separated her from the freezing outside was a large section of cloth hanging in the doorway. The Stoll brothers would have ravaged this place for all it was worth. She showered in her little private bathroom, towel dried, and threw on her Camp Half-Blood t-shirt and a pair of grey sweats. Her blonde hair was tied up into a tight ponytail and pulled out of the way. Just as she climbed into bed she heard a sharp, momentary groan from next door. Reyna must have stubbed her toe or something Annabeth supposed. The groan erupted again, this time a little louder. Annabeth stood up to investigate. She threw on a pair of white converse and exited her home zipping up a black hoodie. She peaked in the window of Reyna's home and the sight surprised her. The level headed, strict praetor sat atop a pretty girl, both breathing heavily. Bright red hickies covering both their topless bodies. Reyna slipped down the girl, covering her abdomen in little kisses and pulled off a pair of red panties and discarding them absentmindedly on the floor. She thrust two fingers into her and the girl groaned and arched her back. Reyna hurriedly silenced her cry by capturing her lips in a kiss. In a few minutes, the mystery girl climaxed, screamed, and collapsed with a satisfied smile. Reyna handed her all the discarded clothes with a stern look and left the room. When she returned the mystery girl was dressed and looked at her with guilt. A fire built in mystery girl's eyes and she started screaming at the gorgeous Reyna. The girl ran out and Annabeth hid in the shrubs underneath Reyna's window as the girl passed by, still crying. Annabeth peaked back in to see Reyna masturbating on the bed. As she climaxed she screamed out Annabeth's name. Annabeth's eyes widened and cheeks grew hot. She hurried back to her own house attempting to forget all that had just happened.