A/N: Okay, Canoodlus Interruptus was supposed to be a oneshot. And then people had to go and LIKE IT! I was not expecting people to like it!

So, I decided to continue it, but this chapter is kind of meh because I came up with it as an attempt to continue the plotline. But I don't have too much of an idea about what I want to do, so any suggestions/ideas would be very welcome! I have a very vague plot line in mind, but how to get there might be difficult.

Read, review, enjoy!

It didn't take long once we returned to the hotel and rented another room for the two of us to be all over each other again.

We were eighteen, lost each other for six months, and might be getting brutally vaporized by her mother in two seconds.

In short, we had nothing to lose.

She pulled my shirt over my head and paused for a moment.

"Enjoying the view?" I asked, confused.

"Don't flatter yourself," she said, "But I have an idea."
That girl would be the death of me. And I couldn't love it more.

Annabeth came back with a wicked smile on her face, holding something bright blue in her hands. "Go to the bed and close your eyes."

"What?"
"Go. To the bed. And close. Your eyes."

"Again, what?"
"Oh come on," she said, laughing, "I said it in all single syllables."
"I hate you."

"You do not."

"Okay," I said, giving up, "Go ahead."

A few minutes later, after some shuffling, rustling and clattering, Annabeth said, "Open your eyes."

She was standing there in a cute little lingerie set that I swear she hadn't been wearing earlier.

"Holy…"

"You were so desperate to rip my clothes off me earlier," she said, walking towards me so slowly it was like she was trying to torture me, "I didn't want to waste this pretty thing when I knew you'd never notice it."

"Holy…"

"Are you going to say anything else?"

I tried to say that I didn't think I could, but all that came out was, "Duh fuff."

"That's what I thought," said Annabeth, "Do you like the color?"

When she sat on my lap, she said, "Oh. You do."

"Shut up, this is all your fault."

"Hmm," she said, leaning in to kiss me. It was a light brush across my lips, torture after remembering what she was wearing and what we'd been doing earlier, "Fault?

"Yes, fault," I said, drawing a shaky breath, trying to remember my own name while staring at Annabeth in that little outfit. It wasn't easy.
What she said next completely broke me. "I think you like it."

"Oh," I said, grabbing her by the waist so she was lying on the bed, planting little kisses all over her smooth collarbone, "You have no idea." I traced the scar on her arm from the knife she took for me, another thin line from the bottom of her ribs to – at this I gulped – right below the elastic band of her underwear. She shivered and smiled.

"You take too long."

She pulled me down so I was kissing her, my entire brain probably leaking out of my ears, but this was nothing new. Each time we touched was like another spark igniting in me.

"So," she said, giving me another one of her little smiles, "We haven't died yet."
"We have not."

In one swift move, she switched it so that she was straddling me. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I made a strangled noise.

Annabeth giggled quietly. "You're such a goof."

"Yeah. My seaweed is in brain."

"What?" said Annabeth, laughing. I went to open my mouth to respond, but Annabeth kissed me before I could say anything, "I changed my mind," she said, leaning her forehead against mine, "Stop talking."


"PERSEUS JACKSON."

"WHAT'D I DO?" I said, flying off of the bed and landing on the floor.

"PUT YOUR HANDS ALL OVER MY DAUGHTER, THAT'S WHAT."

I should have known it was going to be a horrible mistake to have seen Annabeth in that little outfit. It was too good to be true. I looked over at her, "Damn you."

"Me?" she said in surprise, "You had just as much fun with this as I did. More probably."

"Damn you for being so perfect except for the crazy mother!"
"I HEARD THAT."

"Shit."

Athena, averting her eyes from Annabeth and my various states of undress, was nearly shaking with anger.

"Annabeth," she said, "Dress yourself and then we'll have a little talk."

"Mom!" she said, throwing on her jeans and tee shirt over her little bra and panty set. I got quite disappointed – I enjoyed that view. "I'm eighteen!"

"And sleeping with a son of Poseidon? Did you have to?"

Annabeth sighed, "Mom, if you had waited like two more seconds…"

"Hey!" I said indignantly, "I would not have only lasted half a minute."

Annabeth rolled her eyes and looked over at me, "You barely lasted half a second."

"I do NOT need to hear this!" said Athena, looking at me positively horrified.

New Year's resolution: keep this impulsiveness in check especially around my girlfriend's mother.

"I do hope you realize," said Athena when both of us had become clothed, "I'm going to have to incinerate one of you."

"Oh goody," I muttered, "Only one of us."

"I heard that, son of Poseidon."

"I have a name."

"I would prefer not to utter it after hearing my daughter…" Athena's voice trailed off, looking extremely uncomfortable, but her words hit the spot – Annabeth and I turned bright red and the look on Annabeth's face pretty much defined how I was feeling.

"Mom," she said, "Why is this such a big deal? We're eighteen, we're not being stupid, we've been together for two years – what's the problem?"

"Your mother is a maiden goddess!" said Athena, glaring down at Annabeth. If I was in Annabeth's place, I'd be cowering in fear, but instead she was just staring right back at her mother.

The girl had a stubborn streak comparative only to mine. It led to far too many fights to count.

"What's that even mean?" shouted Annabeth, throwing her hands in the air, "I'm not the one who promised that to Zeus. I'm not the one who's going to be struck down for getting laid."

I tried not to let the phrasing of that get to me.

Too late. I started to giggle.

"What are YOU laughing at?" It was in that moment that I saw the resemblance between the two of them. It was downright frightening to have that much rage directed at you at once.

I sat down in the chair, stunned, "Um," I said, "I'm going to stay out of this."

"Good!" said Annabeth. "

"You're not allowed to see him again," said Athena.

"Oh yeah?" Annabeth said, putting her hands on her hips. I'd never seen her this rebellious before.

It was kind of hot.

"Annabeth, if it was anyone else…"

"I'd be ignoring them and wouldn't want them!" said Annabeth, leaning against the wall, "Can you just possibly move past who his dad is and leave us be?"

"No!"

"Why not?"
"Because you're too young! Is it so wrong for a mother to want to care for her daughter?"

"We're eighteen…" I interjected. Both of them turned to glare at me. I shrunk back from the argument, "Sorry, sorry!"

"Annabeth, you're coming with me."
"I am not!"

"You have no choice."

"I – what?"

Suddenly I was alone in the room.

"Annabeth? Athena?"

She'd be kidnapped by her own mother.

"ANNABETH. PERSEUS. YOU HAVE SOME – oh, crap."

"Uh, hi Dad?"

"Athena got here first, didn't she?" asked Poseidon, looking exasperated.