Hi, guys! You've been waiting long enough, so it's time for chapter 2! Enjoy!
Not sure of it's needed, but another disclaimer saying that Uncle Rick owns the rights to all characters even though they're too cute to handle sometimes. They're his.
I, Annabeth Chase, am pinned. I have my arms held down above my head by two strong wrists and my hips are pressed down into the soft mattress. Percy's mouth his attacking my neck like an animal, leaving me huffing and struggling against his firm hold. Our hips move as one, sliding and grinding into one another as his erection starts to dig into my inner thigh and my arousal grows, making my need overtake my mind and body completely.
He hisses out from between his teeth when I arch my chest to press against his. His fingers tighten around my wrists as if he's holding himself back from sliding his hands down to my bare chest.
"Percy... Do something... Please..." I groan out seconds before his tongue glides down from the base of my neck to my sweat-dotted cleavage. Very lightly, his tongue strokes up and down from the base of my ribs to right between my breasts.
I'm panting. He's pulling out all the stops. A hum slips passed his lips as I tip my hips, letting my slick core slide along his abdomen.
"Annabeth... You're so... How?" Percy's words of disbelief become muffled by my breasts as his mouth travels from one to the other.
A drunken smile paints my mouth. "I don't know... It's you... All you. Do something. Please. I'm going to lose it."
Percy inches down my body, dragging his tongue around my stomach and across my hip bones. He slides down to the apex between my thighs, lightly brushing against my clit and my hips arch to him with a moan. My body yearns to be touched. By him. I can feel his eyes drinking in the image of me crumbling at his touch. He doesn't want to take his eyes off of me. Slowly, he removes his hands from restraining my wrists and I keep them there, reacting to when he slides them down the front of my body to where I need him most. Everything he seems to do seems to be torturously sluggish. He rubs my inner thighs, moving inward to brush my entrance. He has to hold my hips down or else they'll just keep rising to his hands.
"Annabeth..." He whispers huskily into my ear and it runs straight down to where his hands are. "Don't move your hands. Keep them right here."
"And what if I do move them?" I question, looking at his intense sea green stare.
He hesitates, thinking of something. "You won't be happy with what I'll do to you. At all."
My eyes light up. "Punishment? For not listening to my boyfriend?"
He smirks and kisses me slowly, "Yes. Exactly that. So behave."
Percy makes eye contact with me before slipping a finger inside of me. He starts to pump in and out, taking his own sweet time. Not worrying about how amazing and frustrating it'll feel for me. I exhale, waiting for his second finger to join. I start to move a hand down to help him and then remember his warning. Percy's punishments are never as cruel as mine, or as creative, but he still can be mean. I've been blindfolded once and gagged, separately and then together. It was all because I was being difficult on purpose. I naturally have the more control in the relationship so I felt bad that I kept having to do things to Percy, but never him to me. Even when he thinks he came out on top, in reality I did. I always do.
A thumb glides up and starts to encircle my clit at the same time another finger's added. He moves a little faster and rubs my inner thigh with his other hand. Curling his two fingers, moving them all around, he changes up the pattern, in search of my g-spot. If he finds it now, this will be the quickest he ever did.
A groan is torn out of my throat and my body arches off the bed when he adds a third finger and hits that spot. I pant out: "Yes." Percy kisses my stomach, nipping the skin lightly and my hands instinctively move into his hair. I pull at his raven colored sex hair, wanting him up by my mouth. I hum loudly, tipping my hips to his fingers that are moving quicker now. He looks up at me and kisses me deeply.
"You moved your hands..." He warns.
"I did. So?"
"So... You won't climax. I'm going to bring you so close, so close you can feel it, and then stop." Percy smirks against my lips.
My eyes narrow. "You... That's cruel..."
"Is it?" He flicks his eyebrows. "And I'm going to keep you there until you have to do something to make yourself climax."
Before I can say anything, he withdraws his fingers delicately, wiping whatever gathered on his fingers on the lips surrounding my core. I'm throbbing in need of release. He knows that. I look down and back up at him. "I'm fine. I don't need to do anything."
Percy cocks an eyebrow, gently rubbing my upper hip joints with his still wet fingers, somehow finding a way to keep me aroused without doing much. I'm now hypersensitive to every touch, every breath. I lean my head back, resting one hand on my stomach, feeling his body move the bed as he sits upright. He looks down at me taking relaxed breaths, trying to figure out a plan. A finger brushes against me for a moment and my body lifts at his touch, begging him to finish something he won't do. The want starts to consume me. I don't want to, but my right hand moves down my stomach to in between my legs. Percy's finger pads caress the back of my hand as he pulls away. Ready to watch.
My eyes close and I exhale, two fingers blindly finding wet core. I slip them in, lifting my hips up, swirling my fingers around and in and out. My extra hand stays by my clit, catching it between my thumb and index finger, rolling it and touching it delicately. I hear a throaty groan leave my mouth. A third digit enters me and I pick up the speed, hitting my g-spot every time I pump in, picturing Percy's doing it, hovering over my body to watch it writhe and contort in pleasure for him. One more finger barely goes in and I hit my sweet spot and that does it for me. I arch off the bed, crying out Percy's name just loud enough for him to hear.
"Shit... Holy Hera..." He says in very quiet astonishment. His hands pull mine away and wipes up the release that my hands didn't catch. I open my eyes, smiling at his surprised look.
"Three years of dating... And I never saw that..." Percy mumbles almost to himself.
I sit up, holding out my hands for him. He licks his lips, clearly eyeing what's covering them. "Would you be so kind and clean them?"
"Wait..." He forces himself back. "You should. At least one and I'll get the rest."
My glance slides over to my index finger and I put it in my mouth, sucking my juices off of it. Percy looks even more turned on. He opens his mouth and crawls between my legs to rest his chin on my stomach. I dangle my hand in front of his face and he licks from my palm to my middle finger. He does it again, switching to my ring finger and then to my pinky. He takes my hand in both of his and kisses the back of it sweetly. "Thank you for being at my service, madam."
I grin. "You're very welcome, sir. My pleasure."
He combs through my curls, pushing them away from my face, staring down in a loving manner. We hold eye contact in silence for a few moments before he leans closer to plant the most gentle and cautious kiss on my lips. Much like our kiss in the Mess Hall. I hold his neck, returning the delicate caress, slowly leaning back onto the mattress. I sink into it, feeling his body come on top of mine. A hand feels down his chest, down his stomach, to his growing erection. I take it in hand and slowly pull away from him. Wriggling to meet my cupped hand, I look up at him for a moment, giving him the chance to grab hold of one side of my head and push me closer to his crotch. He mumbles my name a second before I take him in my mouth. His grip tightens on my hair, making sure he has control over my speed.
Grinning, I rest my other hand on his hip, starting to trail my tongue up and down his length. He groans in the back of his throat, holding his body up with one elbow. I move my hand that was previously wrapped around his base to underneath him, weighing him in my palm. My head is pushed forward and backward, courtesy of Percy's firm grip. Sliding my tongue on the underside of his length gets a low, long moan from him.
I pick up the speed, breathing through my nose. A groan leaves my mouth, vibrating against him.
"Annabeth... Do it again..." He traces my jaw with his thumb.
"Mhmm..." I respond, going a little quicker.
Percy bucks his hips to me. Moaning drives him wild. Correction, MY moaning drives him wild. I hum and groan with him still in my mouth, moving faster because of my boyfriend's demanding clenched fist in my curls. I dig my nails into his hip bone, making him sputter and call out my name in a husky, aroused, sex-filled voice. Moments later he climaxes into my mouth and I expect it. I knew it was coming from his tightening fists, clenching muscles and labored pants.
Things still after I swallow everything and he starts to relax. My scalp tingles from his pulling, but I don't care. I slide up his body to look him in the eye with a smile.
"You..." His hand falls on my cheek, wiping some of his ejaculate off of the corner of my lips.
I lift my chin up. "Me."
His deep throated chuckle strikes me in between my thighs. " You're talented. In sword play, in words, in school, in sex. In everything."
"Well there is a phrase that says that the tongue can be as sharp as the sword. I guess it goes both ways."
"Oh," Percy replies, locking his lustful eyes on mine. "It does."
He eyes my lips a second before descending upon them in a searing kiss, battling my tongue immediately. I tug on his hair, rubbing my hips against his.
He takes over, setting the speed of our hips and intensity of our kisses. His hands gravitate to my chest, taking a breast in each hand, thumbs gliding over my hardened peaks. He detaches his mouth from mine, reattaching it to my neck. Sucking and licking, he travels down until his lips meet his left hand to replace it. His wet tongue sweeps around before he takes the nub in his mouth to lightly suck on me. I barely feel his left hand ghost over my stomach to flick my clit lightly.
"Percy . . .?" I mutter. "Perce. . ."
He lifts his mouth off of my chest with a slobbery, dog-like kiss, still brushing my bundle of nerves. "Yes?"
"I'm . . ." I exhale, desperate to pull my thoughts together. "Gods . . . Get a condom . . ."
My boyfriend smirks, removing his fingers to grab onto the bed while he looks around for the Ziploc bag. My eyes gravitate to his face and knit eyebrows as he thinks about where the bag fell. I subconsciously reach out to rub his broad shoulders. Percy leans over the left side of the bed, returning to face me with one wrapped condom.
"You spilled the bag, Ms. Chase," he playfully chides.
"Oh deary me!" I sigh overdramatically and clutch my heart. "Mr. Jackson, will we have to use all of the spilled condoms?"
He muses, unwrapping the protection. "I don't know, my love, we'll just have to see how this round goes. Keep up the stamina, Ms. Chase. I need my anniversary gift still."
"Don't you worry about me, Mr. Jackson. I'll be more than fine." My legs spread, quickly glancing down watching him slide on the latex. He rests on his forearms positioned beside my head, careful to not pull my hair.
"You ready?"
"Of course." I grin, linking my fingers behind his neck.
With an exhale, he slides into me, setting a calm, leisurely speed for us. He presses his chest harder against mine so our hearts pound against each other. I bring my legs around his hips, hooking my ankles together. My back arches as he goes in deeper at a relaxing pace.
"Do you want me to go faster?" he asks into my ear, running a hand through my hair.
I nod, tipping my hips up so he can penetrate deeper. And he does, kicking it up a notch. I feel the bed start to shake back and forth. The headboard makes a quiet thumping noise against the wall. He presses roughly into my hips, banging my hipbones. I groan hearing a bang come from behind me.
"Percy. . . The bed. . . You're-," I'm silenced with a passionate kiss.
"I know. I'll be careful." He dismisses my warning, speaking into my mouth going harder.
As he pulls back he slips a finger between us pinching my clitoris. A throaty growl leaves my throat as my body writhes beneath him; the sounds of the bed creaking suddenly quieter with the sound of Percy's moans and sighs taking over. A light coating of sweat starts to cover my body, feeling my hips slide more against Percy's. His teeth nip my earlobe while he breathes out through his nose, tickling my skin. A half laugh, half moan comes out of my mouth in response.
"You know, Chase. . ." He huffs into my hair. "One day . . . we're going to be in my apartment . . . like this . . ."
"Yeah?" I pant out, listening to his soothing voice.
"And months later . . . we'll have our own family . . . All because . . . we spent a late night . . . doing this . . . until morning . . ." He kisses me sloppily, weakly battling my tongue.
I decide to give him some assistance in picking up our rhythm. "Percy . . . Kids?"
Kids? We aren't even married. We barely have been in college and now he brings up . . . having a family? My mind races. Of course I want a future with him. I'm the happiest I've ever been with him. Three years of wild times, near death experiences, and angry gods, but I wouldn't have wanted to spend them with anyone else. But for some reason, the idea of building something permanent with him isn't as scary as it sounds. I always said I wanted to. But now that it's actually happening? It's a little terrifying. It seems like this all went so fast. We're having sex for the millionth time and for the first time he mentions kids. I can't help but wonder what exactly is running through his head now. What's making him confess this now? Is it the act? How he feels at this moment? Or just a buildup of emotions he's releasing now?
"I . . . I don't . . ." He moans noisily, refocusing on him and not his thoughts. "Annabeth, I . . . I love you."
A giddy smile paints my face, making eye contact with him, starting to feel myself tense around his throbbing length. My nails dig into his shoulder blades, arching at a seemingly painful angle. "I love you . . . too."
Our pleasured sounds intermingle and his pants become more labored and his body starts to perspire more. I can feel his arms shake slightly. "Babe. Percy. Let go."
He groans, really struggling for my sake. "No . . . You haven't . . ."
"I'm getting there . . . Just. . . don't overexert yourself . . ."
One low huff comes out of his mouth before he calls out my name loudly as he plunges the deepest inside me and climaxes. A constant massaging of my sensitive spot and the feeling of all his muscles tensing pitches me over the edge, purring out "Perseus" loud enough for the two of us. My mind goes fuzzy and nothing registers but pleasure and release.
Heavily, his body crashes on top of me, making me detach my nails from his shoulders. Our sweat covered abdomens stick together as we struggle to catch our breath. Percy's lips ghost over my neck, "You are . . . the most beautiful girl I have ever met."
I keep my eyes closed, leisurely running my hands up and down his back, massaging where his Achilles spot is. "You're not too shabby yourself . . ."
He nuzzles my neck, cuddling my body tenderly. But for some reason, I can't focus on that or the sweetness of this moment. My thoughts are focused on what Percy said earlier. About children and the future. My doubts and insecurities. As I stare up at the white ceiling, I start to feel more and more like I'm hiding something from him. My stomach twists in this feeling of guilt. Like it's wrong for me to feel uneasy about my rapidly approaching future. I don't want to have kids. Not yet. I'm eighteen, going into my freshman year in college. That's scary enough. The mere idea that we made it this far so we can really start building our futures is terrifying. Most half-bloods don't make it to this point. So in reality, I should be thrilled with Percy's comment about kids because we actually have a shot at it. We've survived this much up to now, we can survive whatever's thrown at us. The guilt weaves and constricts itself tighter in my gut. I tug Percy's hair determined to not ruin this moment for him. He's so happy. So smiley with his I'm-so-in-love-with-you grin that I would feel even worse if I was the one to wipe it off. I hate the look on his face that would replace his smile; the sad, confused puppy dog one he has during our arguments. His deep sea colored eyes widen and he tries to prove his point to me, convincing me he isn't always full of kelp. Post-sex, I just can't do that. The heaviness of his body starts to make me feel claustrophobic. My palms grow all clammy and the nauseating twisting in my stomach gets worse. I push him by the shoulders off of me and turn my back to him, pressing it against his torso.
"I got hot. You're heavy." I tell him before he opens his mouth.
A lazy arm drapes over my hip, bringing me closer to him to be engulfed by his warmth. But I don't feel that. I feel like I'm being strangled. More like drowning in him in the worse form of the phrase. I cover my face. I've kept things from him before. I didn't tell him about my true feelings about Luke early on. I told him the last line of my prophecy after the quest. Why is this so much harder?
Another hand touches my back, massaging by my shoulder blade. His right hand is already tracing patterns on my queasy stomach.
"Annabeth," he says stiffly. He can sense something's wrong. He always can. "Annabeth, sweetheart, talk to me."
Tears prick my eyes and I shake my head, shaking the water away. But now he noticed there's something definitely on my mind, he won't stop until I give him a good answer. I don't know what he wants to hear now. Something inside is screaming: "The truth!"
I decide to listen.
I make the mature decision to face him and lightly touch his chest, feeling all the battle scars. "I... I'm scared."
"Scared?" The concern rings out in his voice, holding my hip and cheek lovingly. "Of what?"
I take a deep breath, rethink telling him for a millisecond, and just start talking. "Well, before you mentioned how we would be doing this again. But with kids as the outcome and it got me thinking about living and my future and how it's all approaching so fast. I'm eighteen still and can't even believe we're going to college in a few weeks more or less children. I love you and I want to have this dream life you talk about, but not now. It's too soon. Too much. I have to be a good mother because no one was for me except Sally. She is a better mother than mine could ever be. I want to be like her and I'm scared I won't be able to do it. Especially now. Percy, I love you, with all of my being, but I can't do this. I don't want to lose you... I'm sorry..."
Somewhere during the confession, tears started and there was no stopping them now. I feel relieved to have it off my chest and in his court now, but I still feel queasy, wriggling an inch away from him. Mid-sniffle, he taps my chin, making me look up to see not his sad puppy dog eyes, but his sincere, stare-into your-soul eyes.
"Annabeth Chase," he speaks quietly, "There is no reason to worry about your future with me. That will be permanent and constant throughout everything. I'm not rushing or persuading you into anything you don't want. I don't want a family just yet. We should tackle one thing at a time. And that's me graduating college."
I chuckle, meekly going back into his arms. He wipes the tear stains off my cheeks.
"And besides," he says adamantly. "There's no way I could handle a little combination of us running around the apartment in the next few years. I said someday we'll be ready. Not now."
I physically relax, exhaling as if the weight of the sky was lifted from my shoulders. "So, there was no reason at all for me to get so uptight about being a 20 year old mom?"
He chuckles and shakes his head. "Not at all. We'll be married and settled before we really start the serious sex talk. For now-" he pulls my body against his and kisses my temple "-we can dream about the future. It should never scare you. Not with me."
I sigh. "I know. I know. That's part of why I felt so guilty because I felt like I was doubting you and us and I don't know why."
"Well, you should never feel guilty about anything. You know you can always come to me. Now you know there's no reason to doubt us in the future and you can talk to me about your doubts, if you have any and we can discuss them. We did the awkward: "I want to have sex with you, but I'm not ready, are you?" talk. We survived talking about sex and being safe with my parents and Chiron. My dad checked in on me one morning while you were sleeping to give me a quick talk about treating you right. Athena gave us hell from the start. We're a strong couple. We can talk about anything together." Percy explains kissing my forehead and temple.
My fingers clench on his side, pressing my naked body closer to his. His hand holds my face, grazing his lips over my hairline, cheeks, and nose, helping me relax even more. His heart beats against my ear as he whispers sweet nothings to me. Telling me how happy he is and how things finally make sense with me at his side.
And I never left it. Through the master bolt to the fleece to the sky and to Daedalus, I was there, saving his inexperienced ass from whatever he got himself into. During the war, I felt a stronger connection to him other than our friendship. It was now a physical bond we had; me being his link to the mortal world. I was worried about him doing something stupid to protect me and getting killed when the enemy knew his weak spot. It never occurred to me that I'd be the one doing something stupid. Taking a knife while Kronos and the Minotaur were closing in on us wasn't one of my best ideas. It turned out to be the best decision I ever made. I saved his life before I even knew about his Achilles spot. Which meant that I would have done whatever to protect him regardless of his invulnerability. I loved Percy before I truly knew.
Percy's fingers roam from my face to trail up and down my sides and legs. His mouth finds my neck to pepper lightly with kisses, feeling how my whole body reacts to his touch. My heart rate calms and my pulse ceases hammering incessantly in my ears. My arms and legs lose their tense defensive position, leaving myself vulnerable because with him, I can be.
"I never left your side..." I confess into his skin.
Percy's cupped palm slides down my back to my bare behind, bringing me even closer. My leg fits between his, having his not so hard length press into my inner thigh.
"Together, that's the way it should always be." His hand grabs under my butt, exhaling into my hair. His fingers start to roam up and down the backs of my thighs. A quiet moan slips out, making my back arch up. I start to kiss across his chest, slowly reaching my hand down between our torsos to feel his condom still on.
"Percy, I would take this off... We have one more round."
He smiles, taking my wrist, pulling his hips away from mine. He guides me, leading my in taking off his protection. He leans over and on top of me to get tissues to wrap it up in. With a light thud, it hits the metal bottom of the garbage can. Percy's body is hovering over mine as I move up to kiss his neck. I feel him swallow, holding his hair at the nape of his neck to bring me closer. He hums in the back of his throat, sending vibrations down my spine.
"Annabeth, Annabeth," he mumbles, "I want to try something..."