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Every night before bed, Annabeth set a personal alarm for a half-hour before her squad mates woke up. The plan was always to enjoy a quiet hour to herself, a respite from the busy schedule that ruled her life these days. Unfortunately for Annabeth, every morning she would sleepily cancel the alarm as soon as it went off, so in practice she tended to be woken by the same alarm that shrieked the other rookies out of bed. She spit a swear word as her feet hit the cold tile of the barracks floor, and she wasn't the only one, as the rest of her squad mates dragged themselves from their beds and into the cold air.
Clarisse, sleeping across from Annabeth, broke into a run as soon as she disentangled from her covers, still rubbing the sleep from her eyes, yelling "First for showers! Dibs!" Annabeth smiled, pulling her blankets around her like a makeshift cloak. "More time for us to get warm," she muttered sleepily to no one in particular. The Academy orbital station had many luxuries that her home orbital did not, but it didn't have the energy to waste on extra water or heating. The barracks was kept just warm enough to be livable, and its' two-unit shower only had the water for nine showers of exactly fifteen minutes each. Though the squaddies tried not to go over their time, the final two always had less water than everyone else. Annabeth looked at the bunk next to her; Leo still curled in a ball, and Percy in the bunk above, awake but clearly not going anywhere. She cuddled into her blanket, confident that she wouldn't be last.
Piper was already stripping off her loose long-sleeved shirt by the time Annabeth reached the shower, and she blushed and covered her breasts with an arm as Annabeth came in. "Not looking, don't worry," Annabeth smiled and resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she turned her back on her squadmate, "but you know…we're all gonna be on the same squad for a year. After that, we'll probably end up on squads together on and off for the rest of our career. I don't think there's much of a point being shy around your squaddies. 'Specially us other girls." She tried to put it delicately, but as she shimmied out of her own white sleep clothes she could picture the furious blush that was probably creeping across Piper's face.
"I…I dunno," Piper stammered, "This seems to have been working so far." Annabeth did roll her eyes at that, but kept her back to the other girl as she stepped under the shower head and powered it on. "Sure, maybe for the last week," she breathed a sigh of contentment as the shower head read her body signature and warmed the water to her preferred temperature in an instant, dousing her in water so hot it bathed her in steam. "But there's gonna come a day in the next five years where I might not be the one showering with you, and who knows if the other girls'll be ok with this whole 'don't look to the left' thing. Or one of the guys," she added slyly, for the sole purpose of the squeak of shock that came from Piper.
"They wouldn't make us shower with one of the boys would they? Is that even legal?" Annabeth grinned at Piper's suddenly high-pitched voice. "They so can't do that! They couldn't force us to be that…that intimate!" Piper was starting to splutter with a mix of indignation and panic, and she didn't seem to notice that Annabeth had turned towards the frosted glass that separated them until she spoke.
"Piper. Look at me," Annabeth tried to convey reassurance and calm, "Nobody's going to make you do anything. You don't come from an Academy family, so you don't 'get' it…but your squad in the Academy, you grow so close to them that there's nothing hidden anymore. The nine of us are going to end up closer than siblings, closer than spouses. Maybe not this week, or even this year, but by the time we hit our second or third planetary mission? Or our fifth year together? There's not gonna be any secrets between any of us." "Really?" Piper's body language was the picture of uncertainty, but at least she wasn't blushing as far as Annabeth could tell, "I just can't picture that amount of closeness with someone you aren't married to."
"Are you kidding?" Annabeth turned back to the shower, flipping on the sonic cleanser and relaxing as the invisible sound waves destroyed particles of dirt and sweat from her skin, "my dad has this squaddie named Sara who comes around for dinner three or four times a week. We moved to the city so they could be close, that's how much they mean to each other. My mom knows that she's not gonna compete with that. Not that my dad doesn't love my mom, he'd die for her, but…" she shrugged, "it's impossible to break that connection between squaddies, you know? It's one of the things you accept when you marry an Academy grad. My dad might take a bullet for my mom, but Sara actually has taken a bullet for him."
Annabeth could see Piper taking her words in, lost in thought, as she flicked on her own shower head's sonic cleanser. She took the opportunity to give Piper a glance up and down through the separator. She was a very pale girl, Annabeth noted, her faintly pink skin a stark contrast to Annabeth's own. Not that that was the only difference between them. While Annabeth preferred to keep her blonde hair up in a ponytail at almost all times, Piper's curly brown locks fell in ringlets around her face. Annabeth was taller, her shoulders more squared and her hips wide, while Piper's figure was diminutive and petite. Piper noticed Annabeth looking at her, and covered herself up with an arm again. "What?" "You're just so porcelain cute it's disgusting," Annabeth responded with a grin "What? I am not!" "You are. You're like a fuckin' china doll. It's ok, people like that whole girly look."
Piper opened her mouth to respond, but the sound of voices just past the door interrupted them. Annabeth glanced at the timer on the wall as Piper quickly stepped from the shower to the evaporator; their fifteen minutes were up. She half-sighed, half-swore under her breath. Piper, wreathed in steam from the water droplets instantly evaporating from her skin, managed to slip her robe around herself before Percy and Leo came in, but Annabeth stayed under the hot stream of water. "It's so freaking cold out there and I'm so comfortable," she managed to plead and snarl at the same time, "I will give one of you an entire week's dessert vouchers if you let me take your shower time."
Percy was already shrugging out of his sleep gear, his eyes traveling up and down Annabeth's body as he did so. She returned the glance unabashedly. Pre-Academy physical training had turned the skinny boy into quite a muscular man. Annabeth's eyes roved across his olive skin, noting that it contrasted nicely with his black hair. He was just a few inches taller than her, and when her eyes finally met his a shiver ran down her spine.
"Eh, not a huge fan of dessert," he smiled. Leo was giving her an appreciative glance as well, but he seemed much more interested in getting into the warm water himself; he slipped out of his clothes and under the unoccupied shower in the space of a few seconds. Piper had already left the room, wrapped in her robe but still shivering. "You suck, I hate you, I'm cold," Annabeth complained, stepping out of the water and instantly regretted it as goosebumps rose on her shivering skin. "Well I didn't say we couldn't work something out..there's no way I'm giving up my time, but we can share," Percy wiggled his eyebrows at her with an exaggerated lewd expression, grinning as he stepped into the recently vacated shower. "I know you're joking, but fuck it's cold," Annabeth wavered for about half a second, then stepped under the warm water with him, turning her back on his look of surprise..
"I should make stupid jokes more often," he chuckled, and he was close enough that she could feel his warm breath on the back of her neck. Even though she was no longer cold, the goosebumps stayed raised. "You can look but no touching," she said over her shoulder, sticking her tongue out. Percy shrugged agreeably, "worth a little less space in the shower" he replied. The shower head registered both of their body signatures and adjusted the temperature to an average of their preferences, raising the heat just a bit.
"Ooooh my gooood" Annabeth moaned out loud, as the heat and steam seemed to melt her strained muscles. As soon as she moaned she felt Percy's member harden and press into her rear. "Hey there," she giggled, "I said no touching didn't I?" "What?" Percy's voice was defensive, "There's not a lot of room for two people in here." "Well then maybe you shouldn't be swinging that thing around," Annabeth smiled. Though she loved giving Percy a hard time, she actually didn't mind the feeling against her bottom, warm and firm and slick with water, "maybe you should take care of that some time." "I wish," Percy pulled his hips away, out of the water. Annabeth felt slightly disappointed as warmth left and Percy continued, "There's never enough time." "Ugh, tell me about it," Annabeth agreed, "let alone enough privacy. It gets freaking frustrating, I feel like there's constantly a fire between my legs." "…you did that on purpose," Percy complained, as his member pressed against her again, and she grinned. "Maybe. Maybe I like the warmth." "That's not a very nice thing to do when we've already established I can't jerk off around the other guys." "And the other guys appreciate that, believe me." Leo broke in.
"Well if we can't take care of ourselves, isn't that all the more reason to be nice to each other?" Annabeth started slowly shifting her ass, taking advantage of the slickness to slide it up and down his length. Percy sucked in a breath, and although he didn't say anything, she could tell from the slight trembling that he was stopping himself from pushing forward. "…and I can be very nice when I want to be," she added softly, shooting a suggestive look over her shoulder to gauge his reaction. "Oh come on! How is that any better?" Leo complained from the next shower over, "I'm standing right here." "Your own fault for listening," Annabeth laughed, but her conversation with Piper weighed on her. Much as it would be nice to scratch an itch that had been plaguing her for a week, It wasn't worth introducing tension into the squad, "it's fine, you've got a point. No being nice for an audience then."
Percy's disappointment was almost palpable, "Cockblocked by my own squad mate!" he groaned, half-serious, and leaned back, away from her. Stealing a glance at Leo to make sure his back was still turned, Annabeth stepped back as well, grinding her butt into Percy, trapping his shaft between his stomach and her ass. "So are either of you finding it as rough to adjust as I am?" She asked, keeping the conversation going so that Leo wouldn't look over his shoulder and note how close they were behind the frosted glass. "Oh you know, same as for everyone else in the squad I guess," Annabeth was glad Leo answered; Percy's breathing was coming out in shallow pants as she grinded against him, trapping his member between her butt cheeks and working them up and down. "It takes a lot of adjustment to get used to such a harsh schedule…but there's the luxuries too, the benefits of living on a better supplied orbital station."
"Yea, I don't miss living on Minera, that's true. Worse food, less space, fewer amazing showers," Annabeth enjoyed how casual and level she was able to keep her voice as she began moving her hips in circles, sliding smooth skin across Percy's head as she moved up and down, from side to side, "and I think it's also helpful to have each other for support." "I agree, it's good to have squaddies to lean on." Leo replied, then added after a moment "even the perverted ones." Annabeth turned sharply to look at the divider, but Leo' back was still to the glass, apparently oblivious. Percy was thrusting against her now, all attempts at subtlety forgotten as he responded to her rubbing. The combination of friction and slickness was turning Annabeth on, but even better was Percy's clear desire for her. When he grabbed her hips, nails digging into sensitive skin as if he couldn't help himself, Annabeth almost came, even though he hadn't yet touched her where she wanted it most.
The timers above them made a small pinging noise, and the water cut off. Annabeth bit her lip hard to keep from whimpering as the two of them separated, both breathing heavily and nowhere near satisfied. "Ooh, tough luck you two," Leo grinned, stepping out of his shower, "gotta suck getting interrupted like that." "Interrupted doing what?" Annabeth's face grew hot, but she grinned in spite of herself, "we were just having a conversation!" "Yea, well, I feel bad for you," he chuckled, stepping into the evaporator. "Any conversation that has you both panting and gasping like that probably won't be fun to have stuck in your heads all day." Annabeth's grin slowly dropped from her face as she was suddenly very aware of the burning hunger between her legs. "Son of a bitch" she growled.
"Jeez Annie, if I'd known you were whoring yourself out for some shower time, I'd've offered you mine," Jason joked as Leo, Percy, and Annabeth re-entered the barracks. "It's funny that 15 minutes of shower time is all you think your dick is worth" Annabeth replied. For some reason Jason's lascivious humor never seemed as cute as Leo or Percy's. Maybe because even though his words were lighthearted, it sometimes felt as if he weren't joking. "She didn't whore herself, nothing happened," Percy pulled on his uniform as he spoke; Annabeth was surprised at the disappointment she felt watching his skinny but muscled chest being hidden by its crisp grey lines, "we just shared a shower, Leo can testify."
"Leo is staying completely out of this one," Leo was already dressed and checking the screen by his bunk for new updates, "whatever sordid and X-rated things happened in that shower, it's between the two of them." "It's ok Petcy, you don't need to defend me," Annabeth finished dressing and rose from her bunk, "if Jason thinks I'd do something just for a few minutes longer in the showers, nothing's going to change his opinion of me." She layered the guilt on a little heavily, but Jason's joke had uncharacteristically bothered her. To his credit, Jason looked a little ashamed of himself at her words. "Aw I was just poking fun, I didn't actually mean it," he muttered, a little sheepishly. Annabeth made a mental note to stick to her own allotted shower time from now on.
"Tactical III: Squad Maneuvers" was an optional class, which meant only about a quarter of the rookies in Annabeth's year had signed up for it. Unfortunately for her and her squad mates, their instructor Captain Appet was dedicated to holding her squad to the highest of standards. For the four boys and five girls that made up her squad, the class was mandatory, making them the only rookie squad with every member signed up for the class. On the plus side, this meant they had an entire class session to themselves, twice a week. The rookies were seated now around the large circular table, the wide space in the middle of the table projecting a holographic sphere as its standby screen.
Captain Appet and Tactics Instructor Athena sat together on the far side of the table from the door as the squad filed in. Annabeth sat a few seats down from the pair, and smiled when Piper took the one next to her; she was glad their conversation hadn't frightened the shy girl off. Jason took a seat on her other side, and after a moment Annabeth turned to give him a smile as well. No matter how much he irked her, they would be squaddies. Love or hate him, he would eventually be closer than a brother to her, so she might as well make an effort. Leo sat on Jason's other side, next to the Captain. Two other girls, Clarisse and Thalia, sat on Piper's other side, followed by Percy directly across from Annabeth, Nico, and Bianca.
"Welcome, Rooks," Captain Appet began, and Annabeth's eyes narrowed. When the Captain was in a good enough mood to use nicknames, it meant either she was about to go very easy or very hard on them. "Today we're going to skip the theory and get down to the practical; we're going to set up a ten-way virtual squadron battle." As she spoke, Athena had been fiddling with the virtual keyboard in front of him. As the Captain spoke, lights began to form above the table's surface; holographic fleets of spheres, in ten different colors. At the same time, a virtual keyboard glowed in front of each of the rookies and Captain Appet, their colors matching the spheres.
"The keyboards will send orders to the holographic drones," Captain Appet explained, typing a few symbols and sending a green sphere plunging towards the table, then slowly raising up again, "we've scaled the size down quite a bit of course, but otherwise the holograms will respond and behave exactly the same as a real drone on a planetary run. Athena is going to be taking notes on your tactics, which he'll share with all of you via the squad forum this evening."
Annabeth experimentally keyed in a few of the controls, testing the movement, figuring out how to send orders to multiple drones at once. From the bobbing and rotating of some of the other colors, she could see some of the quicker squaddies had the same idea. Captain Appet continued. "Now in real life these drones are bloody expensive, so to simulate the pain and loss you'd feel wasting money, the last person with drones remaining will get a full week of dessert vouchers…taken from the first person to lose all of their drones. Start!"
In the space of twenty seconds, Annabeth learned more about her squad mates as she had in the entire past week. Each swarm of drones separated into their colors and began moving tactically, and she was glad to notice that all of them moved with purpose. She would rather have a clever squad mate when the real action came, even if that made it harder to win this particular battle. Fifteen drones in red, lavender, and yellow immediately swarmed toward the middle of the table; Nico, Jason, and Thalia all had the idea to take control of the battlefield right from the start.
Aggressive, reckless…but really good for them if they can pull it off, Annabeth thought, drawing her drones back and low, keeping them out of the way and simply watching the conflict. Most of the others were playing it cautiously as well, spreading to give themselves coverage but not coming within range of any of the others until they could tell how the battle in the middle played out. The purple drones that belonged to Leo were cautiously approaching the center, clearly planning to take advantage of the fight to score shots against the occupied forces, but his movements left his entire flank wide open to Captain Appet's drones. With a few easy keystrokes the Captain's drones speared forward viciously, splitting Leo' forces in half and wiping them out with miniature holographic explosions while only losing a single one of her own.
"What the hell!" Leo spluttered, the light from his keyboard slowly going out in front of him, "I figured you'd wait until I did a little damage to them!" "Why wait?" Captain Appet laughed, pulling her drones back to a safe position, "What, did you think I was going to go easy on you Leo?" "No, I just…" Leo frowned and folded his arms, trailing off. "Well, you saved me from giving up my desserts at least," Thalia sighed, as her final yellow ship burst into holographic fragments, "so thanks for um…trying to screw me over I guess," she winked.
"Yea, yea," Leo muttered, but he half-smiled back as he watched the rest of the battle play out. Nico muttered a curse under his breath as the final red drone winked out as well. Jason's victory over the middle placed him in an advantageous position over everyone else, but the fighting had only left him with one drone; with no backup it was exposing its vulnerable rear no matter which way it pointed.
"Aaah shit, I didn't think this one through," Jason chuckled, rotating the lavender drone in circles so that whoever made the first move would at least suffer a little damage. Annabeth considered making a move for the middle, but she knew the second she moved that one of the remaining five would make her pay for it. While she wavered back and forth, Piper made her move. It happened suddenly and smoothly; the pink drones moving so close to the surface of the table that it looked as if they were skating on the surface itself. They were spread out far enough and moving fast enough that none of them made a particularly good target, and before anyone could decide on an action she had all five skitting across the table taking shots from below at everyone's drones. It didn't take long for the remaining drones to raise high enough from the table to get out of her range, but she had managed in less than a minute to destroy several, one of Annabeth's included.
"Now look at what you've done Cap," Clarisse joked, pulling her two remaining drones high only to lose them both to Captain Appet's waiting forces, "You've turned our sweet innocent Piper into a reckless monster!" The slow-mounting pressure at the table broke as everyone broke into chuckles, and Annabeth hadn't realized how tense her hands had been until the tension was released. Even Piper laughed, although she stopped when the Captain's drones swooped down, capitalizing on the pink drones' low altitude by firing shots that nudged them down into the surface of the table, exploding into pink light.
Annabeth had been trying to play relatively defensively, keeping her drones in a group and firing en mass to drive off any drones that got close. It had worked well for her so far, and she was feeling good about her three remaining drones, the same number as Captain Appet had, until she glanced across the table. Five blue spheres of light hovered in front of Percy's face, and he was grinning at her.
"You're not even trying!" Annabeth accused, and his grin only widened. "I already told you, I'm not a huge fan of desserts," he said, picking off the last of Bianca's gray holographs. He shrugged, maneuvering his drones to carefully hover just out of range of danger, "plus it seems to be working out for me." "Okay, okay fine, what are you a huge fan of?" Annabeth asked through her teeth, "Because full disclosure; I can't tell you how much I want to wipe that dumb grin off your face right now." Percy didn't answer for a moment, carefully darting his drones back as Captain Appet feinted forward, trying to make him attack.
"I'll tell you what," he finally said, his grin becoming a little more sly, "if I beat you, we finish the conversation we were having this morning." Leo leaned his head back and laughed, while the other squaddies looked back and forth between the them, confused. Annabeth's eyes narrowed, an expression of grim determination spreading on her face. "Alright asshole," she replied, "and when I win, we still finish the conversation, but I'm the only one who's allowed to…um….'talk'". "Deal."
"Hold on," Captain Appet looked vaguely amused…does she know what we're talking about? Annabeth wondered, embarrassed, "I'm still in this fight too, what do I get if I win?" the Captain finished, a grin on her face. Well I guess that answers that. The Captain wouldn't joke like that. Annabeth and Percy's eyes met across the table, and by unspoken agreement both swarms of drones moved at almost the same time. The Captain's drones didn't stand a chance as the two swarms pinned them on both sides, sending a spray of white holographic sparks as her drones were obliterated. While the Captain simply laughed, Annabeth and Percy immediately tried to press the advantage against each other, drones darting and wheeling aggressively. Though she wished it was due to confident skill and easy multitasking ability, Annabeth had to admit as Percy's final drone exploded that it was probably due more to luck than anything. Her squaddies cheered as Percy bowed his head in acknowledgment; he was still grinning, but somehow Annabeth didn't mind it so much anymore.
"Alright, good class everyone," Captain Appet clapped her hands together to gain their attention, "this simulation will be available at all hours, just sign in. This is training for actual maneuvers we'll be running as a team, so I can't stress how important it is to get comfortable with these controls. From here on out I'll be requiring at least five games a week from each of you, either on your own or in groups. That said, I'm requiring a two-to-one win ratio for each of you, so you'll have to play on your own at least some of the time. The computer will play AI drones if you're on your own, and it'll track your stats as well. Okay, we wrapped that up a little early, so enjoy the free time before breakfast. See you in the mess hall."
The rookies slowly dispersed from the room, chatting back and forth, leaving in groups of two or three. After Athena jotted down the last of his notes, he left as well, mumbling something about "excellent battlefield control". Eventually only Annabeth and Percy were left, a half smile on his face, a smug grin on hers. The room was quiet as the chatter drifted down the hallway outside, and the door slid closed behind them.
"I'd just like you to know," Percy broke the silence, "that after the shower this morning, you being the only one to finish now is exceptionally cruel." He stood and slowly walked around the table towards Annabeth as he continued, "in fact I think there are some Academy laws against torture that this bet is about to violate." "Aww, I didn't even think about how rough this would be for you…" Annabeth's triumphant smile gave way to a look of concern, "now I feel bad" "You do? Really?" "Absolutely!" Annabeth struggled, keeping the concerned look up until the last moment, "I guess I really don't know what it feels like to lose so badly, it's hard for me to think of how that must feel."
There was a pause as they stared at each other, him in stunned silence, her with the smug grin back and plastered on her face. "…you're a real jerk sometimes Annie, you know that?" Percy asked, but his grin was so wide it matched hers. "Yep!" Annabeth agreed cheerfully, "but I'm a jerk who's about to have a tongue between her legs." She leaned back and gestured downwards imperiously, clearly enjoying herself. Percy made a face at her. Leaning over the keyboard in front of her, he hit the sequence of buttons Captain Appet had indicated. Annabeth's eyes widened. "Oh no!" He said in apparent shock, as holographic drones rose from the table, "It looks like I just accidentally started a new game for you!" "You asshole!" Annabeth shouted, lunging forward to punch at keys.
Percy was kneeling at the foot of her chair, still chuckling, "Oh dear! I hope nothing happens to distract you! It'd be a shame to lose and have to add more simulations to your schedule…" His hands moved to the waist of Annabeth's pants and unsnapped the fastener at her waist. "OK…" Annabeth gritted her teeth, pressing keys that arranged her drones in a small circle while she counted the white AI drones that circled around the table's surface. "Okay, you want to play, Percy? Fine. I think there's something you should be doing with your tongue instead of mouthing off." Lifting her ass to let him pull her uniform pants down, Annabeth focused on the simulation. As soon as she felt his tongue on her, Annabeth knew she was in serious trouble. He hadn't dove right in, instead simply flicking the very tip of his tongue across her mound, running it through the bush she kept neatly trimmed.
"How neat and tidy," Percy murmured, and she could feel a pressure beginning to build inside of her, "I never really appreciate the attention to detail until I'm close enough to…well, appreciate it." His mouth was so close to her skin, but he wasn't touching her, just speaking, and she could feel his warm breath across places that she ached to have touched.
"Still mouthing off, you really just don't know how to shut up, do you?" Annabeth almost didn't notice when the computer's drones started moving, swarming forward aggressively. As it was she almost wasn't able to dodge their very first attack. My reflexes are slow, dammit this isn't good. Percy could feel it too, the way her body tensed as she tried to focus on keying in commands. "Uh-oh," even though she couldn't see his face, Annabeth could tell that he was grinning, "I'm not taking your attention away from anything, am I?"
"Nope, not really," Annabeth responded, gritting her teeth against the warring feelings of the warmth inside of her and the warmth coming from the man on his knees in front of her, "as a matter of fact, your annoying smugness is only spurring me on towards victory." She was trying to make it true, organizing her drones in a loose pattern that would let her stay defensive if she lost focus for a few moments.
"Oh, is that a fact?" Percy sounded like he was enjoying himself, "well let's see how long that lasts." Annabeth opened her mouth to snap back a response, but Percy suddenly licked, sliding the entire length of his tongue up across her clit, and it was all that she could manage to not make a noise. Yep, definitely in trouble.
The AI drones were moving again, and belatedly Annabeth moved her own in response. As she tried with all of her might to focus on the game in front of her, Percy was showing similar focus. His tongue moved in slow, smooth yet unpredictable motions. Just when she thought she could follow the pattern enough to tune it out, he changed it. One moment he would be plunging his tongue inside of her, pausing only long enough to feel her quivering, and the next he would be flicking it lightly across her skin, not touching the most sensitive areas, barely making contact at all.
As amazing as his tongue felt inside and on her, Annabeth was taking deep breaths. Aside from involuntarily squirming when he happened to hit just the right spot, she was surprised at how much she could focus and calm herself. Her fingers were flying across the keyboard to deal with the strategies the computer was throwing at her, sending drones circling and spinning with her intuition. She had already managed to whittle them down to half their number, and she hadn't given Percy the satisfaction of hearing her moan once.
"Huh, looks like even with everything stacked against me, I'm still managing to win," she commented lightly, half smiling when Percy looked up at her. His eyes, a green color resembling the sea, met hers as he started flicking his tongue directly against her clit, without stopping, without mercy. Annabeth almost lost both her train of thought and control of her drones. With a conscious effort she pulled her focus back to her taunting, "It's probably pretty embarrassing for you, me being so good at tactics that I can win even with you down there."
Without any warning, in one fluid motion, Percy slid two fingers inside of her, pressing her G-spot at the same time he pressed against her clit with his tongue.
"Fuck!" Annabeth gasped, her entire body tensing and twitching with the sudden unexpected pleasure that shot from his fingers all the way up her spine. Her hands clenched and she involuntarily dragged them across the keyboard, sending half of her drones crashing into the table and exploding.
"Oh I'm sorry, you were saying something?" Percy looked up innocently, while at the same time making small circles inside of her with his fingers. "Fuck fuck fuck," Annabeth didn't know if she was swearing at him, at the loss of her drones, or at the shocks of bliss building up between her legs. Probably a bit of all three. She could barely form a conscious thought in her head as he went back to licking, now sliding his fingers in and out of her in a steady rhythm. Her hands went back to the keyboard, and with what little focus she could muster she looked at the lights that seemed to be spinning on the table. Her fingers seemed to fly of their own accord, sending the pink points of light flying in response.
"Not yet, not ye-et," she panted, trying with everything she had to ignore how wet she was, how weak her legs were, how much she wanted to let herself go and release the sexual pressure that was so real she could feel it in her skin. She distracted herself with the game, spinning the lone drone in her control across the table, playing with a frenzy she didn't realize she had. The last AI drone exploded, and a half second later Annabeth let herself go. Her legs had somehow gotten wrapped around Percy, and she pulled him forward as she came. His fingers were deep, deep inside of her, and she could feel herself clamp down on them, feel the walls of her pussy trembling and quivering. Her nails dug into the seat of the chair, and despite how desperately she didn't want to give him the satisfaction, she couldn't help but let out a single, long, moan. "FUCK" she screamed the word as she reached the peak of her orgasm, her whole body shaking and bucking against his fingers and tongue.
As the soft blue glow from the keyboard slowly went out, Annabeth leaned back in the chair, spent. "You're still an asshole," she panted "An asshole who's pretty good at that?" Percy leaned back on his heels, Annabeth didn't deny it, but couldn't resist needling him as she hiked her uniform pants back up; "It's just too bad you're not as good at drone tactics. Plus, I have to point out, apparently not good enough at that to keep me from winning." She gestured towards the single blue drone hovering near the middle of the table. There was a moment of silence that could easily turn to awkwardness, but she stood and offered a hand to pull Percy to his feet. "I'm thoroughly hungry now. Breakfast?"
As the two made their way from the simulation room, she pondered aloud, "So you know we've got flight training this afternoon? I'll bet I score higher than you." "Are you kidding? I'll wipe the floor with your feeble efforts. What do you want to bet?" "Oh I'm sure we can think of something…"
