A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing, lovelies! Should I do a Piper/Jason one? Let me know~ Enjoy!
Now
Percy watched as Annabeth popped a blue grape into her mouth, relishing the juicy fruit. Leo and Calypso were great cooks, sometimes serving food like fresh bread baked from wild grains or delicate oranges grown under the Mediterranean sun. How they accomplished it, Percy would never know. Still, Percy couldn't also but help savor food that was made off-board.
Nearby Jason was making some grapes float with his powers. Hazel and Piper were bemusedly watching Frank inhale a whole fish. He sure ate a lot, which made sense given his bulky physique.
And Annabeth, sitting beside him, was spreading some blue cheese on his bread. Not like blue cheese, but actually cheese that was somehow the color blue. He felt a twinge of pride of seeing her accept the blue food. Most people's stomachs turned when they saw blue cheese spread unnaturally like that on bread. But it was a running joke with his mother.
The pavilion where they were eating dinner was at the center of the Palace, where a statue of his father glowered over then. The marble statue brought his very life-likeness out, except the real Poseidon could induce fear in the biggest, baddest sea monsters around. Today the statue seemed to be more peaceful, as though his father was giving him a little wink for bringing a girlfriend here. Even if his girlfriend was a daughter of Athena.
He casually wrapped an arm around her, and she instinctively snuggled in. She smelled like lemon and fresh herbs, probably from when the whole crew refreshed themselves in the palace's hot springs. Percy dropped a small kiss on her forehead, enjoying how a faint blush crept up on her cheeks. These days, she was blushing less and less. Percy was just slightly disappointed, since that shade of blush was delectably cute. But the fainter her blush was, the more comfortable she was with his displays of affection. Annabeth gently laid her head on his shoulder. Their relationship had definitely changed from when they had first met.
A year prior
Percy looked at the newest member of the Argo II crew. In some ways, she reminded him of one of those daughters of Aphrodite. Pretty, with long golden curls, tanned skin and a great physique. And then there were her eyes. They sparkled like the mist that arose from the sea, until you realized those eyes were so full of life and intelligence and looked like they wanted to kill you.
But she definitely did not look like a daughter of Aphrodite now with her hair out of place from its braid and her face and hands dirty with soot from helping Leo fix the ship engine. Most beautiful women he met wanted to kill him, so he tended not to trust them. Annabeth with a small patch of soot on her nose seemed mortal and safe at first glance, until she looked straight at you.
"What?" She glowered, frowning at him when he interrupted her work.
"Calypso's wondering when you lot are coming up from dinner. You better not miss dinner again, Leo," Percy called to the lithe man with greasy oil patches on his tunic. "And she says you're in huge trouble if you come to dinner looking like as she called it, a 'oiled up rat from the bottom of Tartarus'".
Leo shook his head, grinning his usual mischievous smile. "Man, I love that woman. Okay, I'll get clean in less than seven minutes."
Annabeth's eyes softened. She had assimilated into the crew pretty quickly, but was still wary of him. Probably because of the Poseidon-Athena rivalry. For instance, she hesitated at first before grabbing Percy's offered hand before getting up from beneath the engine.
Oh, well. It was a start. Percy was used to monsters and evil gods and goddesses trying to kill him. Mortals not so much. He stayed clear of children of Athena just in case though. Maybe that was why he was a tad reluctant to let Annabeth on board.
Over dinner, Percy took a sip of his blue bread and then a bite of his blue fig. Annabeth sat across him, frowning slightly at his all-blue meal. But it was less scary-frown and more of a confused frown like why-is-your-food-all-blue-frown. Even Percy was confused at times as to how Calypso enchanted the bread blue just for him. She refused to enchant certain other foods blue though.
"So Annabeth, why are you exploring the world? I thought you Athena children knew everything?" That was his poor attempt at making conversation. A pity that his good looks didn't come with a good sense of how to start conversations without people glaring at you.
Annabeth glared. She took a deep breath and launched into a serious monologue about the positives of architecture. Percy more watched her than listened to her conversation so he tried to keep up. Her brilliant grey eyes lit up and her lips curved into a smile as she talked about the fantastic architectural styles back at her home in Athens.
"I mean, jeez, what was Mother thinking, engaging me to Luke right at that time?" Annabeth muttered, picking at her grapes. "Literally any other time would be better."
"I thought you said you liked Luke," Percy asked confusedly. He had overheard (not that he was trying to eavesdrop, mind you) Annabeth mentioning something of the sort to the girls. Luckily, Annabeth didn't pick up on this fact and ream him with a knife.
Annabeth's face blushed, as always when she was talking about Luke. An obvious crush on Luke. "I did... But Luke said, I would have to choose him or architecture. I guess you know which one I ended up choosing," she said, giving him a wry smile. She looked wistfully at her cup of milk. "And just when I got the permit to visit Atlantis, too. Mother cancelled that the moment I refused the engagement."
Percy paused for a bit. Few mortals or demigods, unless they were related to Poseidon, visited Atlantis, which was at the bottom of the sea. For Annabeth to have gotten a permit to visit Atlantis required approval from his father. His father didn't give approval to just anybody. She must have been someone special, especially for a daughter of Athena.
"I could still take you to Atlantis," he offered. Why did he offer it? No idea. She had only been on the ship for three weeks. Annabeth, the daughter of Athena, the one who liked architecture, the skilled warrior and strategist with knives, simply fascinated him.
She stared at him in disbelief. "Y-you? Take me to Atlantis?" With her mouth wide open, she had such a comical expression that Percy had to suppress a laugh. Unfortunately, she caught that. "You're just teasing me, aren't you, you stupid Seaweed Brain-"
Percy's eyebrows quirked. "Seaweed Brain? I guess that's better than Kelp Breath."
Annabeth took a deep breath like she was about to launch into some more colorful insults. Even as a sailor, he was sure she could curse him much more than all the cuss words he had learned on the sea.
"I'm not joking. If you want to go to Atlantis, then let's go."
She looked at him again as though he was crazy. But he wasn't lying. "Percy, Atlantis is underwater," Annabeth explained patiently. "My permit included a gift of magical pearls that would help me adjust to the pressure underwater and give me oxygen to breathe."
Percy shrugged, pushing his black hair away from his forehead. "I can breathe underwater. And summon air bubbles for you to breathe."
Annabeth's eyes narrowed. "But why would you do something like that for me? I'm a child of Athena. Aren't you supposed to hate me or something?"
He popped another blue fig into his mouth. Delicious. "Nah, I'm just bored. It'll be nice to see Atlantis and my father and half-brother again. Besides, maybe I'm just a nice guy?"
Annabeth frowned again, her sharp grey eyes calculating to see if he had spoken any falsehoods.
Unbeknownst to the pair, the other inhabitants of the ship just quietly munched on their food, eyes darting back and forth as they watched the interesting display in front of them.
Now
Percy sighed in satisfaction as he sank down in the hot springs. His father sure did know how to build a palace. Annabeth sank down beside him, the mist swirling around her.
"How is it that you have your own private hot spring?" She wondered. The hot spring was connected right to his bedroom. Annabeth marveled over the marble flooring and the coral decorated walls.
Percy admired her fine form as she strode through the hot springs. She was essentially naked but didn't seem to care as she inspected a bust of marble nymphs. A water droplet ran along the curves of her butt before dropping into the pool.
"Percy, are you staring at me naked?" Annabeth chided. A year ago she probably would have thrown her knife at him, if she caught him looking at her like that.
Percy lazily swam up to where she was. She sat down in the hot springs, curling her arms around him in an embrace as she situated herself on his lap. "I'd stare at you even if you were wrapped up in a cocoon of blankets from head to toe, my beautiful Wise Girl," he said affectionately. She could dress in a burlap sack and Percy would still be entranced by her. Sometimes he wondered whether she was related to Circe or Medea with the spellbound attraction he had to her.
Annabeth huffed, deliberately snuggling closer to him. Percy bit back a moan as her breasts nuzzled into his chest like hungry puppies, sending a flash of electricity to his loins. She had a small smirk on those pink lips of her. No fool, his Wise Girl. She knew what she was tempting in him. Her hand was gently placed on his shoulder, then slowly it palmed his upper chest and then went lower to his abdomen. He didn't know why she liked touching his chest so much, but he wasn't complaining.
"You only like me for my body," she pouted.
He was finding it hard to concentrate on her words with the humid air, her breasts pressed so invitingly to him and that alluring glint in her eyes. Percy was whipped and he knew it. "Not true. I like you because you're you, Wise Girl. Your intelligence," he pressed a kiss to the adorable freckle on her nose, "your wit, and your combat skills," two more kisses on her forehead, "and the way you make me melt. I like everything about you."
Annabeth moaned when he pressed gentle kisses on her jawline. Gods, he loved it when she moaned, the soft breathy signs that drove him crazy. Leo was right; he really should soundproof all the bedrooms.
Ten months prior
It was Percy's and Annabeth's turn to take the night shift. Before Annabeth came, Percy did it alone while the other pairs liked to do it together. He hadn't realized how lonely it had been on his night shifts before Annabeth. The other couples did their best to include him without seventh wheeling him, but it could still be annoying with all those public displays of affection. Not to mention the awkward nights when Jason and Piper couldn't keep the noise down.
Annabeth wasn't too bad of a conversationist and partner for the night shift. They mostly talked about their travels and lives, although he quickly learned to steer clear of any topics related to her family. Her gray eyes always became stormy when the conversation turned to a dangerous topic. Those eyes were intimidating, but they somehow enthralled him as well.
"Ooh Seaweed Brain, look!" Annabeth pointed excitedly to a patch of bioluminescent algae that was floating by the ship. "So pretty!"
He came over to where she was, her eyes almost as bright as the neon-green blue of the algae in the sea. "They're pretty," he agreed. In his father's palaces under the sea, they liked to use such glowing algae as fuel for lamps. Other times, they were used as bait for catching deep sea monsters. On a night as cloudy as this was, the glowing lights were illuminating in the ocean.
"Are you enjoying your travels with us so far?"
Annabeth turned to him, her eyes sparkling. She didn't even have to reply for him to know the answer. "Of course! I've never imagined I would get to see the island of Delphi. I thought I would have to be a stowaway on a pirate ship to be able to get there. It was nice meeting Rachel, too." Her eyes were alight with teasing mischief.
Percy groaned. The crew of Argo II would never let go of teasing him about meeting his nearly-girlfriend and hearing the story about his almost-girlfriend dumping him to become the new Oracle four years ago. It was a noble calling for Rachel, and Percy was simply happy to see her find her true purpose in life. Still, did his friends have to tease him about being single and then being dumped even when he and Rachel were never even together?
"I'm never going to live that down," he grumbled.
Annabeth laughed, her voice a pure sound of joy ringing across the ocean and dark sky. Percy grinned. Annabeth wasn't too bad. She made a lot of the shifts go by faster. Sometimes they sparred together, at least until Leo came up from beneath the berths and told them to stop because the metal clanging against metal was too loud.
He ripped his gaze from Annabeth's spellbinding eyes back to the glowing algae. Hmm. They should have past the algae patch a long time ago. But the patch was still moving along with the ship, bobbing up and down in the waves. Percy signed, willing the waves to move the patch of algae away. He did not want another long lecture from Leo about the inconvenience of algae growing on the bottom of the hull. Poor Frank and Hazel had been the ones on that shift and to bear the blunt of that lecture.
But the algae patch wouldn't move. Percy frowned. "Annabeth, be on the alert-"
A long tentacle suddenly sprang from the ocean and wrapped it around his waist. Before Percy could get out his sword, he found himself suddenly flung high into the sky. Then the wind was whipping at his face and hair while he was disoriented. He plummeted towards the ocean face-first.
Whoosh!
The cold water instantly revived him, though he still had to get his bearings. The tentacled sea monster had thrown him about a half a mile away from the ship and the ship was still making a steady pace away from him. Down in the green swirling of the water, he saw the shape of the monster.
A giant glowing squid had been floating alongside the ship. Glowing algae had been growing on it, which would probably attract prey for the giant squid. Percy willed the water to move him forward, but even as he moved, he saw a long tentacle bring itself out of the water. Annabeth! He willed the water to move him faster.
Unbeknownst to him, the squid had lifted its beak as soon as it had thrown Percy away. Annabeth dodged a second tentacle, rolling to a safer position.
"Percy!" She cried out. He had been thrown so far away, she barely saw the small blob come down from the sky. With a snarl, she dodged another tentacle and jumped over the railing. Her feet landed on the gelatinous mass of the squid. She nearly slipped but stabbed her knife deep into the skin for a handhold. The squid roared in pain before sinking below the waves, trying to shake her off.
Annabeth swallowed in a nasty gulp of saltwater but managed to wrestle her knife free. With another roar the monster came at her with its beak. The thing was slow in the air, but not in the water. She barely twisted her body out of the way before the beak snapped at her. But its dark eyes blinked coldly at her. Annabeth kicked at the waters, accelerating towards the eyes. A quick swipe and a burst of blood gushed from the pierced eye. The squid had had enough, detaching itself from the ship and sinking down towards the waters. But not before three tentacles had wrapped themselves around her body.
She struggled to get out of the trap, but her knife slipped from her grasp and into the dark depths of the sea. Bubbles escaped her mouth as she tried to yell out for help. She was going to drown in the ocean or ripped apart by the squid. Panic set in as saltwater filled her lungs, and then whoosh!
A flash of bronze felt in front of her and she felt the tentacles loosen their grip. A warm hand gripped her waist and the water beneath her seemed to push up. Then she was in someone's embrace, flying in the air before landing perfectly on the ship.
Annabeth sputtered and she spat out a piece of seaweed that had gotten into her mouth. Percy's arms were wrapped around her, cradling her in bridal style. In Percy's right hand was her knife.
"You all right?" Percy asked. He was completely dry with his abilities, but Annabeth was soaked. Annabeth just flung her arms around his neck, hugging him tightly.
Six months prior
Percy stubbornly tried not to admit that he had a crush on Annabeth before giving up. Who wouldn't have a crush on her?
Her smile seemed to lift his spirits up no matter how down he was feeling, and his heart skipped a beat whenever she turned that smile onto him. Even if that smile was sarcastic and calling him a Seaweed Brain. She was just interesting, so shrouded full of intrigue that he wanted to unwrap and learn more about her. Annabeth was a good listener and advice-giver too. She'd once gotten him blue saltwater taffy from a port they had visited after he had mentioned that the blue taffy was his favorite candy that his mother had made. How she'd gotten it amazed Percy since he had explored the city together with her and hadn't seen her buy the candy.
It was all distracting, really. Particularly when she and Piper were observing his sparring matches with Jason.
Clang! Imperial gold met celestial bronze as Percy blocked Jason's stab. His pride was at stake with Annabeth watching. Jason had his tunic off, revealing his legion trained abdomen. Percy had a fleeting thought of whether he looked that good topless. His six-pack wasn't too bad, right?
Percy tossed his upper tunic, managing to block another one of Jason's attacks on time. Jason just grinned.
"What?" Percy defended himself. "It was hot."
"Whipped. Whatever you say, man." Jason just shook his head and attacked once more, this time with a hint of laughter in the man's blue eyes.
Percy felt Annabeth's gaze bore into him even more.
Two months prior
Annabeth had him so tightly wrapped up in her fingers that Percy was amazed she hadn't seen his crush as totally and blatantly obvious yet. Every moment that he could, he spent with Annabeth. Leo had more than once commented that he looked like a lovesick puppy.
So it was a plesaant surprise when Annabeth, sailing in the tipsy waters of drunkeness, had pushed him against the wall and started kissing him. Her lips tasted like the sweet-sour-bitterness of Calypso's apple cider. All Percy could think about was that he was one lucky bastard.
She fit perfectly against him, like their bodies were made for each other. All Percy wanted to do was to feel more of her. He angled his head, letting their lips lock together more firmly. Damn, did she know how to kiss. A small flare of jealousy stabbed in his heart. Did Luke kiss her like this? Was he the one who taught her how to melt his insides? Then her hand slipped inside his chiton and all thoughts about Luke vanished.
Her hand traced the lines of his abdomen and his muscles couldn't help but tense up beneath her hand. They felt good, but he wanted to touch her as well.
But they had to stop.
Annabeth was drunk and he couldn't take advantage of her like that. It took all his effort to push away from her. "Annabeth. Not like this. You're drunk," he said gently.
Her grey eyes were cloudy, trying to focus on him through the fog of drunkeness. Then she fainted in his arms. Instinctively, his arms wrapped around her, cradling her softly.
"Fuck," Percy breathed out.
Annabeth had given him the best kiss of his life, but she was sure going to forget all about it in the morning. Or if she didn't forget it, she was probably going to regret it. Percy prayed for the former. At least he could still attempt to establish a normalcy of a friendship even if the memory of her lips was now engraved in his mind.
Gently, Percy carried her to the girls' room and set her as comfortable as it could be on her hammock. She looked like a sleeping angel, with her golden hair the color of bright wheat fanning around her pretty face. He pushed a strand off of her face and tucked it behind her ear.
"Good night, Wise Girl."
The next morning, Percy tried his best to pretend everything was as normal as ever. He teased her about the tangles in her hair, which he privately thought made her look human and not so intimidating, yet still a beauty to him. She had blushed slightly this time around. Percy was no child of Athena, but one thing he was sure for certain. Annabeth remembered everything about last night.
And then during sparring practice, she had kissed him. Gods, it felt amazing. He couldn't stop his grin, smiling even more widely when her face flushed cutely. She was going to be the death of him one day.
Six weeks prior
Leo yelled in anger, summoning a jet of flames that prevented the sea monster from snapping at Annabeth.
"Hit the deck!" Percy yelled. His gut twisted, and a thirty foot wave slammed into the sea monster, knocking it away from his crew. But Annabeth had been paralyzed staring into the monster's crippling eyes.
When Percy saw her body being thrown against the ship railing, his sight went red. With a surge of anger he summoned a whirlpool. Jason's gales of winds pushed down on the sea serpent while Piper and Hazel stabbed at the serpent's eyes. From the corner of Percy's eye, Frank morphed into a bear and body slammed the monster. Leo and Calypso covered Annabeth's body, defending her against the gnashing teeth of the wounded serpent. Working as a team, they drove the serpent off of the ship. The whirlpool sucked the serpent in, and it quickly vanished, leaving only bubbles in its wake.
Percy ran to Annabeth's crumpled body. Calypso had already starting working on her healing magic.
"How is she?" Percy asked.
Annabeth's face was pale, and her breaths came out labored. A nasty bump was beginning to form from where she had hit the railing.
Stupid, Percy cursed himself. He should have waited just a few seconds for Annabeth to get herself to safety before summoning that wave. It was his fault that she had gotten hurt.
"She'll live," Calypso declared, much to the relief of the crew. "But she'll catch a cold in this weather." She scowled at the darkening cloudy sky. "Let's bring her inside."
Percy scooped her battered body up in arms and carried her to his bedroom. No one made a comment of his choice. She was not going to rest in an uncomfortable hammock. All the males, including him, were shooed out while the women changed Annabeth to dry clothes.
Percy stayed by her side that night, checking her temperature as she had a fever. He managed to get a bowl of warm broth down her lips as she slipped in and out of consciousness. A small concussion, Calypso had diagnosed. Nothing but a night's rest and ambrosia couldn't cure. It didn't stop Percy from worrying.
In her sleep, she looked like an angel fallen from the sky. Percy placed his hand on her cheek, his thumb brushing away a piece of lint away. Annabeth murmured something, turning her cheek to his hand's warmth.
"Cold," Annabeth muttered, tossing in his bed. She was starting to shiver, curling herself in bed. Percy tucked the blankets tighter around her, but her body was still shuddering.
Percy made up his mind. He slipped in the bed with her, cradling her body against his. Just as it had when she kissed him that other night, her body molded perfectly against him. He snuggled with her, trying to share as much body warmth as he could.
He drifted off to sleep, hearing her steady heartbeat. The last thought he had was that he was in love with Annabeth.
That morning he woke up to an unexpected surprise with his hands pressed to Annabeth's chest.
About six weeks prior
Percy was woken up by a quiet knock on his door. He was somewhat annoyed, since he was having a fantastic dream about Annabeth and he. Probably from the remnants of last night's memory of his and Annabeth's little tryst. He thought he had imagined the knock but he roused himself out of the bed. He opened the door, yawning. Annabeth's grey eyes stared back at him, hand raised in a fist as though she was about to knock again. He was immediately awake.
"Annabeth. Is something wrong?" Perhaps it was another sea monster attack. Perhaps she wanted to talk about what had been going on last night's shift.
A small moan traveled down the hallway. Annabeth grimaced. Ah, it was Piper and Jason again. Leo really should soundproof the bedrooms.
"Um, may I come in?"
Somewhat still in shock, Percy stepped back and let her in before quietly closing the door. She stood there nervously, her back facing him. Percy strode across the room and sat back on the bed, wondering what she was going to say. Even in the moonlight, he could tell her cheeks had a faint dusting of pink.
"W-would you like to sit down?"
She startled, then bit her lip. Percy wished she didn't do that, because the motion drew his attention to those luscious lips that he now wanted to kiss. Wordlessly, she sat down on the bed, though she sat as far away from him as possible. He didn't like that.
Annabeth pushed a curl of hair behind her ear, a quirk of hers he had come to know she did whenever she was nervous. "I-I just wanted to say," she bit her lips again. "Um...that is...I really like-er..." Those pretty grey orbs of hers darted to him and then to her hands.
He had never seen her so flustered before. Cute. Percy leaned over and kissed her cheek gently. Her long eyelashes fluttered as he pressed another kiss to her forehead.
"What you mean to say is that you like me." He couldn't smother the wide grin spreading on his face.
Annabeth huffed in annoyance, but her smile was bright even in the dark. "You're not making this easy for me."
"Good, because you don't make it easy for me either. I like you, too, Wise Girl."
He didn't think kisses could get any better, but with Annabeth, everything got better. Percy pulled her in close, kissing her softly. Her arms wrapped around his neck, hesitantly at first before growing confident. She smelled like lemon, her favorite scent for her hair.
That night, Percy cuddled Annabeth in his arms, content with her nose pressed against the crook of his shoulder. He didn't want to go to sleep, in case everything was all a dream. Somehow he did, lulled to dreamland with the calm waves.
That morning, everything came back to him. With Annabeth in his arms and one of her legs tossed across his legs, his heart started pounding. It wasn't a dream.
Annabeth stirred in his arms. She had a cute way of waking up, mumbling incoherently before her eyes fluttered open.
"You drool in your sleep." Percy flushed while Annabeth smirked. She reached up and wiped some of the embarrassing drool off. "Good morning, Seaweed Brain."
Despite drool and bad morning breath and what not, Percy kissed her. "Good morning, Wise Girl."
Five weeks prior
Annabeth naturally moved into his room bit by bit over the week. Knowing this, Percy saw some drachmas being exchanged in the other crew members as if a bet had been placed. He bore their teasing and their knowing glances, not caring much since Annabeth was with him. Every morning he woke up with Annabeth by his side. No other person had this honor, so he considered himself a lucky bastard who could endure a little teasing.
It felt great to talk to her on the ship, sometimes holding her hand, sometimes with her arms wrapped around in a hug. Nothing had changed too much, from the same snarky and sarcastic conversations they had to the more serious and serene moments, except their hands would brush here and there. Oh, and except for their nights.
That night they were just lying in bed together, quietly talking. His arm was around her shoulders, and Annabeth played with the front of his chiton while she listened to him talk about hippocampi. Somehow the topic had moved on to her on top of him, their lips melding together in a whirl of flames.
His hands roamed her back, memorizing her supple figure. Her golden curls lay over him like a curtain. She smelled like lemon and lavender soap from the bath earlier. Percy tested the waters by sliding one finger underneath her tunic, feeling her soft warm skin. She responded by throwing off her whole tunic.
There she was above him, breathtaking. She smirked as his eyes feasted on her. Sure, he had seen her naked, but he had a feeling he would be amazed every time.
"Gods, you're beautiful," he murmured reverently. He was going to worship his goddess forever.
Annabeth tossed her hair over one shoulder as he ran one hand up the side of her bare torso before cupping one perky breast. His mouth latched on one inviting nipple, languidly swirling his tongue over the rosy pink nub.
"Percy," she sighed. She ground her center on his lap, encouraging his erection to rise. His cock twitched, slowly rising as blood rushed to that area. If she kept grinding like that, he was going to have a hard time controlling his urge.
Percy switched over to the other breast, giving it the attention it deserved, lapping at it until it peaked.
"Take off your tunic," she demanded breathlessly.
"Yes, ma'am." His clothes soon joined hers on the floor.
Annabeth attacked with her lips, tongue and hands. She placed a kiss on his neck before moving straight down his sternum. Her tongue swirled and traced the lines of his abdomen. Thank goodness he had taken a bath earlier too. Back and forth her tongue went at a torturous pace, slathering his lower torso wherever an abdominal muscle was carved out. Thank goodness he had a six-pack as well.
Her hair tickled his abdomen but he was more focused on the warmth she was spreading. Here and there, she blew on him, turning the warmth to chilled air that provided a stimulating contrast. She was also so close to his cock, which was tightening up with no relief. Annabeth put him out of his misery when she finally reached his cock.
"I want to taste you," she said, looking at him for permission. The only intelligent comment he could make was nodding his head.
Still holding his gaze as he was propped up on the pillows, Annabeth slowly tasted the head of his cock. It gave an embarrassing twitch to which she only grinned before continuing her wicked work. Her tongue darted out, tracing a throbbing vein down to the base of his cock.
"Annabeth," he groaned. His hips lifted a few centimeters involuntarily.
"Percy," she chided. But she opened her mouth and enveloped his cock in the warmth. He watched, fascinated and aroused by the sight of his cock disappearing into her mouth like that. Inch by inch she went down on him, her tongue swirling and lapping. Then slowly she backed up.
"Wise Girl," he managed to gasp out. She merely doubled her efforts, her hands cupping his balls, feeling the weight in her palms as she gingerly massaged them. Combined with her mouth, the efforts were close to making Percy orgasm.
His fingers threaded into those luscious golden curls. He couldn't take it anymore. Percy pulled her up so she straddled his hips instead, leaning in to kiss her. Tongues dueled, each exploring the other. Pulling apart, Percy cupped her cheek. Blonde strands framed her face like a golden picture, her eyes bright and darkened in lust. He couldn't resist the urge to kiss her again.
"We don't have to go any further," Percy let her know. He could die happy as a satisfied man right now. "And...and if you do want to proceed, I'd be fine with that, too."
Annabeth gave him a light smile, tracing his jawline. He turned his head, so his lips could kiss her palm.
"May I?" She asked softly.
Percy nodded dumbly. She could do whatever she wanted with him. She lifted her hips up a few inches from her straddling position. Her hand touched his length again and he moaned at the contact. Carefully, she adjusted until the tip was at her entrance. Then she sank down, using her hands on his shoulders for support. Percy felt like he was being sheathed in warm cocoon bit by bit. His length hit a small barrier, but Annabeth obstinately shrank down and then gasped.
"Are you all right? Does it hurt?" Percy remained still, afraid to make her more uncomfortable.
She shook her head. "Just...just let me get used to it."
Percy squeezed her hand in comfort. His cock had more girth than his fingers. Annabeth leaned down and captured his lips for a soft kiss. He peppered her lips and neck with small kisses and nips, trying to distract her from whatever discomfort she was feeling. Soon, her hips began rocking in small motions, exploring how each different angle or direction felt. Whatever she did felt fantastic to him. Percy's hand reached between them to cup one of her breasts, massaging the globe.
Their moans grew more breathy and frequent, and Percy now understood why those noises from Jason's room were so damn loud. Annabeth rode him slow and languid, discovering where each angle felt best. The woman was going to be the death of him. He gripped her waist, helping her hips move down as he thrust up, finding a rhythm that worked for them both.
With every thrust upwards, Annabeth's lips would part in a small 'O' of bliss and he grunted in the effort of trying to hold back. He didn't want to come before she had her own climax. Cheating a little, his hand dropped down to where their bodies were connected to find the little nub of her pleasure. The moment his thumb brushed against her clitoris, Annabeth arched her back, letting a loud cry of pleasure escape. Well, now the whole ship was definitely going to know what was going on in the bedroom. She quickly muffled her mouth with her hand, her eyes in alarm.
Percy just laughed, purposefully rubbing her clitoris a little more.
"Fuck," she moaned.
Percy pulled her head down to kiss her, their lips covering each other as she climaxed, him following just a few thrusts later.
Now
Annabeth's head lolled towards him contentedly as he massaged her shoulders. The palace offered services like nourishing kelp wraps and algae facials, but all Annabeth wanted was to spend some time alone with Percy in the hot springs. He was cool with that.
His hands traced the soft curves of her shoulders and the nape of her neck. Her golden locks were currently gathered into a bun, but he had an urge to take out the pin that held the bun together to watch the golden strands spill down drops of sunshine. But later. He could resist the impulse. Probably wouldn't do to have his girlfriend annoyed at him.
Annabeth sighed again as his fingers worked at a knot of tension on her back. The view of her back was gorgeous, all tanned and lithe muscle. He had spent nights touching, kissing, and cumming over her beautiful back.
"Careful, Annabeth," Percy murmured. He dropped a kiss on the nape of her neck. "You're treading on dangerous waters here." His cock had hardened the moment she had made those delicious moans. On the ship, she had to muffle her voice. But now, alone in the pool, she could freely let loose. Deliberately, he was sure since she only moaned louder. Which was also unfortunate for him, since he was very much tempted to spread her thighs and enter her from behind.
"Well, I'm a dangerous woman."
That he knew. Annabeth ground her butt into his crotch behind, both groaning when the head of his cock brushed against her folds. Steam rose into the air, but Percy wasn't sure if that was perhaps all the hot blood in his body was rushing towards a certain part of his anatomy. Damn she knew all the ways to turn him on so quickly.
But he had tricks he had yet to reveal. His hands left their spot on her shoulders to drift innocently towards her stomach. Smooth, lean muscles flexed before both hands moved to cup her breasts for a new kind of massage. Annabeth's breath caught in her throat as Percy teasingly tweaked her nipples into hardened nubs. Percy truly thought every inch of her was beautiful. Her breasts fit perfectly in his large hands, and she didn't mind if he fondled them a little. Even now as he squeezed the firm breasts, her back was arched in pleasure and her inviting ass brushing against his erection. Annabeth was quite sensitive, Percy had found out. One of their favorite erogenous zones was her breasts.
As Percy distracted her with his hands, he summoned a wave of water to rub against her clitoris. He wanted her dripping wet, and not from the water in the hot springs.
"Percy," she whispered.
The little tentacle of water swirled around her swollen clit while his cock slid itself on the outside of her folds. Percy gently bit the soft skin between her neck and shoulder, another sensitive spot of hers. It had taken mere weeks for him to find the beautiful areas of her body that had her dripping with need. And every now and then he was finding new ones. His hands molded her breasts tightly again and she cried out his name. Gods he was going to enjoy not being on the ship so she could freely let loose his name on her lips. He loved hearing her cries when she was wrapped tightly around him and he thrust into her, creating that friction they craved.
Tentacles of water now slid up her body before replacing where his hands had been. They would do a good job of keeping her sensitive areas occupied while he pleasured her between the thighs with his hands. One finger gently slid into her hot slickness, feeling for how aroused she was. Another finger joined and then another. Annabeth's legs shivered as though they were going to give out, so he wrapped her waist with one arm for support.
"Oh, fuck, Percy, faster!" She cried out as his fingers found her g-spot. With practice, he was able to find her spots faster and faster.
"Don't want to," he teased, keeping his pace slow and steady. The sea was unpredictable at times, ranging from slow and gentle waves to whirling tsunamis and howling winds. Today he wanted to be more gentle, teasing her to her utmost limit before she pounced on him to create that hurricane of lust and love-making.
"Perseus Jackson, I swear I'll-hnngh!" Annabeth cried out when he removed his fingers, only to be replaced by his cock. Both moaned as he slid in smoothly. He fit perfectly inside her, just tight enough that every inch of her walls grazed against his cock.
"You'll swear you'll what, Chase?"
Her answer was an incoherent mess of colorful swear words as he pulled out of her, only to ram himself back in. Annabeth's hands flew to grasp for something to stabilize herself, which happened to be the edge of the pool. Percy willed more tentacles of water to caress against her breasts, keeping her nerves excited while his cock thrust in and out. His free hand rubbed against her clitoris, getting her to squeeze her inner muscles deliciously against his cock. He was going to get her absolutely aroused and screaming his name before she climaxed.
"How does it feel to have me inside you, Wise Girl?" He whispered hotly in her ear. "To have me touch you there and make you lose control?"
Annabeth whimpered as he gripped her hips tighter to slam himself in. She would never get used to how dirty Percy's words can be, but they only made her body more hot. They had discovered together just how pleasurable it felt when he used his dirty talk in bed. The first time, she had reached her orgasm so quickly, taking Percy with her down the spiral of his climax. "You make feel like I'm in heaven," she gasped out. "Fuck, right there, Percy. Harder!"
Percy willingly obliged. He could never disobey such a command from his lover's lips. Not when she was crying out his name in such ardor and passion. All for his sight to see. And she would be the only one he would make feel this way.
His fingers gently pinched and rubbed circles on the little nub between her thighs. His release was coming fast but he wanted her to come with him. To feel the pleasure they gave each other. With another thrust, he felt his loins tighten. Hot liquid ejected from his cock inside her, coating her walls. His thrusts broke rhythm as he slammed into her frantically as her throbbing walls seemed to milk him of every last drop. But he merely thrust quicker, feeling his cock stiffen again. They were lasting longer and longer in bed as they learned how to control their bodies to the best pleasurable settings for them.
Satisfaction filled within him as he looked between their bodies to where they were connected. A small trickled of his seed mixed with her wetness had escaped her folds. He was distracted from the sight when Annabeth reached behind her to pull him in for a searing kiss. Gods, he loved this woman.
That night, he held in his arms as they slept. Annabeth was already well on the way to sleep, her forehead crinkled as she murmured something too soft for him to hear.
"What's that, Wise Girl?" He kissed her forehead.
She didn't answer, merely hugging him closer for his warmth. Percy pulled the covers over them both, tucking the covers neatly around them.
"I love you," he whispered, not expecting her to hear it.
"That's what I said earlier, Seaweed Brain." Annabeth's eyes opened, and then she gave him a lazy smile. "Took you long enough to notice, so I'll say it again, I love you."
A/N: Again let me know if I should do a Piper/Jason one~ Thanks for reading~