*ANNABETH*

Annabeth's breath caught as Percy's words echoed through her head,

"I love you Annabeth Chase, from Tartarus to Olympus and back."

Percy froze, realizing the magnitude of what he had said, her heart melted knowing that this troublesome boy was a lovesick romantic, just like her. He opened his mouth, about to explain himself, to let her know that it was an accident, that she shouldn't feel obligated to feel the same way. But that was the last thing Annabeth wanted him to do; she leaned forward and firmly pressed her lips to his. She tried to explain to him through their growing kiss, that she didn't want it to be an accident, that she didn't feel obligated but wanted to declare her love to him as he did to her. As their kiss deepened she felt sure that he understood her, she could feel waves of his joy and relief flow off his body, infecting her with the same feelings. She was giddy, his lips tasted of salt and he smelled of fresh sea air; he turned so that he was on top of her, his weight resting on his elbows, yet the length of their bodies touched. Annabeth locked her fingers in his black hair and hooked her leg on his hip; holding him close. She felt his hard muscled body against hers, years of demigod training did have its perks. Annabeth started, realizing that Percy had no shirt on, that they were kissing in his bed. But just as quickly as she had realized it, the thought had faded; Percy would never make her do anything that she didn't want to. She ran her hands over his defined back and felt his muscles moving under the skin of his arms. Her mouth moved against his, perfectly in sync; like a machine of Hephaestus' own making. Annabeth did not know how long they had stayed like that, but eventually Percy pulled away, gasping.

"If we don't stop now, I honestly don't think I'll ever be able to." He said, his eyes as green as the fresh morning grass. Annabeth sighed, but respected her boyfriends honesty,

"Well, I'll go back to my room I guess." She said unwillingly, but before she could move, Percy had wrapped his arms around her and held her to his chest,

"I said we should stop kissing, I didn't say you should leave!" He said exasperated, she laughed as he held her,

"Well at least let me take a shower." She said with a smile, as she got up from the bed; she had to admit, having your own bathroom on a boat full of demigods was probably Leo's best design aspect.

"Fine, but at least save some hot water for me." He said as he kissed her forehead and released her from his embrace. Out of the corner of her eye she saw him twitch his fingers and she heard the water turn on,

"Thank you." She said as she got up and walked over to the bathroom, slipped inside and shimmed off her pajamas before stepping in. The water was gloriously warm and refreshing after suffering through Tartarus without even a heavy rain shower. She washed her hair and scrubbed at all of the built in grime until the gold shown again, just as she was rinsing out her heavy locks she noticed that some of the water was pooling on the walls, forming letters and words; "Hurry Up!" It spelled out. The letters covered the length of the shower wall and then just as she read the message they released and spilled down the drain. Annabeth laughed and shut off the water, dried off and wrapped her towel around herself and her hair before stepping out. Percy was sprawled on the bed making droplets of water dance above his head. He glanced up as she came out and smiled,

"I see you got my message." he said cheekily, leading the water back into a glass as he got up and kissed her on the cheek, he slid past her and went into the bathroom to take his own shower. Annabeth heard the water turn on as she crossed the room to the door, she looked out into the hallway and found it deserted before hurrying over to her own room for some clothes, just as quickly as she had gone she returned with a pile of clean clothes. Annabeth slid back into Percy's room and shut the door before changing into a pair of jeans, a blue v-neck shirt, a pair of her favorite fuzzy socks and her pair of brown fur boots. To complete her outfit, Annabeth dug through Percy's drawers until she found his old Yancy Academy hoodie; she slid it on and promptly sat on Percy's bed, flipping through some old surfing magazine he had sitting on his desk. Before long, Percy emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist. Annabeth tried her hardest not to stare but Percy looked great; his biceps were defined as well as his back muscles as he raided his drawers for something to wear, he had at least a six-pack and a knee-weakening "V" on his hips. His skin was tanned and he was much taller than he had been before Hera stole him months ago; he looked up and saw her staring, he gave her a mischievous smile and returned to the bathroom to change. He returned not a minute later and held out his hand, to help her up. She stood as his eyes looked her up and down;

"Nice sweatshirt" he said with a smile as he opened his door and ushered her out. They stood together in front of his closed door, his hands on her hips as he gently kissed her, she was just about to suggest breakfast when Frank walked around the corner, stopping suddenly in the middle of the hallway exclaiming;

"Not again!"