*Hello, lovely readers! So, I know it's been FOR-EV-ER since I've updated this story. I've been working on another original story that has sort of taken on a life of its own… SO, about this fic. At first, I thought I was just going to leave it as a one-shot and be done with it, but after all the PM's and reviews I got from people asking me to continue it, I decided to make it a series of a bunch of different one shots featuring all the couples from the Percy Jackson and possibly, in later fics, the Heroes of Olympus series. I'm definitely open to prompts, cause god knows I need them… Anyway, just PM me if you have a prompt or any questions. Thanks, y'all!
MysticxCity15
*By the way, Annabeth is 5'8, Percy is 6'0 and they are both 17 *
"ANNABETH!" I hear Percy's deep voice come from the front of the Athena cabin and I stifle a laugh. I can smell the brine of salt water before he even turns the corner to my room.
"What. Is. THIS!?" He asks from behind me. I spin around to get the first good look at my handiwork. My boyfriend, Percy Jackson is standing in front of me, soaking wet in jeans and an orange Camp Half-Blood t-shirt. I notice the five beads on his camp necklace… one for every year he's been here… and smile. Then my gray eyes meet his green ones and the laughter I've been trying so hard to restrain bubbles up through my lips.
Percy glares and rips a green chunk of seaweed off of his head and hurls it at me.
"You did this!"
"What's the matter, Seaweed Brain?! Don't you like your new hair?! I think it looks amazing!" I choke out through fits of laughter.
"Annabeth Chase…" He says, pinching the bridge of his nose between two fingers.
"Oh, c'mon, Perce. Have a little fun!" Giving him a nudge with my elbow as I walk by.
I hear him faintly muttering behind me… and then something soft whacks me in the head. Glaring, I slowly spin on my heel and see Percy standing on my bed, already armed with another pillow. He holds it up over his head and screams "PILLOW FIGHT!", then lunges toward me. I barely have enough time to yank a pillow off the bed next to me when his collides with my stomach. We battle for a few minutes, knocking over lamps, chairs, and even other people in the meantime. I get in a few hits, but I really have to admit that he's better than me at something!
"No mercy!" He yells, battle-style and knocks the pillow out of my hand, sending it flying.
I realize I'm now unarmed and raise my hands in defeat.
"Alright, alright! You win…" His smile lights up the room as he sets the pillow down and yells out "Victory!" I laugh, placing a hand on his well-muscled chest and pushing him backwards.
"And… uh…do I get a prize for winning this most difficult of battles?" He asks, slowly walking towards me.
"I guess…" I shrug. "What do you want?"
There's a storm in his green eyes as he looks down at me and places his hands on my hips, pulling me up against his body.
"You." He answers simply and, before I have a chance to respond, brings his lips down to meet mine. Instinctively, I wrap my arms around his neck as my back hits the wall. My fingers snake into his still-damp hair and his cup my face. He bites my bottom lip gently, but firmly and I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. His hands wind their way to the bare skin on my back that my t-shirt failed to cover as a sound pierces through the air. Lunchtime. He takes a step back, hands still on my waist.
"Hungry?" He says, sea-green eyes studying me.
I nod shallowly. "A little…"
He brings his head back down and comes within an inch of my lips. Faintly smiling, he says huskily, "Then let's eat." And races off towards the front door.
Eyes wide open, I yell, "Percy Jackson!"
I spin around and run after him, following his laughter all the way to the lunch tables.
