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Percy and Annabeth Play Spin the Bottle
"Annabeth—"
Said girl regarded Percy with such a venomous glare that he immediately shut up and allowed himself to be dragged away into Jason's study. His girlfriend's grip on his arm tightened, and he winced a little. Damn, why did he have to date such a strong and easily pissed off girl?
But of course he would never complain. Annabeth was perfect and he wouldn't have it any other way.
Except when she got mad at him for being an idiot—those times really make a guy think, you know?
Nevertheless, he didn't struggle as she threw him down on the floor and stood above him, arms crossed, the bottle dangling from her hands. Percy grinned at the blonde sheepishly, holding his hands up in surrender.
"Annabeth, I know you're mad, but… I'm sorry?"
She sighed and sat down next to him, the storm within her gray eyes dissipating and clearing as she looked at him. Gods she loved Percy, but he could be such an idiot sometimes.
"Why did you have to pick a fight with Jason?" she asked. "We were having fun until you ruined it!"
"It wasn't fun for me!" Percy complained. Annabeth threw her arms up in exasperation.
"He's your cousin, not a freaking monster! If you hadn't jumped on him, maybe he wouldn't have attacked you later and maybe we'd all be sitting outside playing a nice, normal game of Spin the Bottle without trying to kill each other. Zeus knows we almost die every day without any extra help." With every strong word she said came a sharp jab to Percy's chest and no, of course she wasn't thinking about how it probably hurt her finger more than him because his chest was pretty muscled and hard and… GET YOURSELF TOGETHER ANNABETH.
Percy didn't flinch, letting Annabeth work out her frustration by poking him. It was adorable, the way she scrunched up her eyebrows and tried to look angry when there was clearly the hint of a smile on the edge of her lips.
"He was going to kiss you, okay? I did what I had to."
Annabeth frowned even deeper at Percy, even if it was sweet that he would pummel his own cousin for her. Still, she'd promised Reyna (through telepathic communication involving a silent shared glance) that Percy would get a stern talking to and she knew Jason would definitely get much worse. Part of her also knew, though, that Reyna had a soft spot for Jason about as big as the whole of Camp Jupiter, and Jason would take anything from the girl he had a huge crush on (as many monsters and Titans as that boy had slayed, he was really bad at keeping his feelings a secret—Annabeth could see through all his too-long-for-friends glances at Reyna).
"You don't have to defend my honour! What am I, a damsel in distress?" Annabeth huffed, her face close enough to Percy's so he could feel her breath. His eyes widened, and he knew he was on dangerous ground.
"No, no, of course not! You're an independent woman and all that, but you're still my girlfriend and I don't want any guy to get his hands or mouth all over you and I don't want you to ever play that stupid game with anyone else ever again!"
Annabeth laughed at the scared yet angry look on Percy's face. Inside, she was squealing happily about how hot (her mind couldn't really think of any other adjectives in this state) it was that he got so jealous and defensive over her and how it was kind of a turn on that he'd beat up any guy who got within a five-foot radius of her or so much as looked at her. But, she still loved riling Percy up, which was part of the fun of dating him (the other part wasn't quite as innocent, so to say).
"What about Seven Minutes in Heaven?"
Percy's hands curled into fists as he thought of some pig getting onto a tiny closet with Annabeth and getting all cuddly with her and—
Wait. She was totally playing him. He should've seen this coming.
"Only if it's just us playing," he grinned, winking at her. Annabeth blushed and slapped his arm lightly.
"Shut up." Two can play at this game.
Absentmindedly, Annabeth twirled the glass bottle between her fingers. Yes! That was it!
"Why don't we play Spin the Bottle, then, just the two of us," she suggested with a smirk.
Percy gulped. Kissing Annabeth every time the bottle landed on her sounded awesome. And no way could he resist it when she had that devilish, sexy smirk on her lips. Every time the bottle lands on her!
"Okay. Yep. Sure. Sounds great." Really, Percy? One answer would have been enough and now you sound desperate.
Annabeth put the bottle in the middle, sitting opposite Percy. She'd figured out the odds in her head already, and even without the math, she knew that they weren't high. This would be fun. Was it immoral to love messing with your boyfriend?
"Okay, Seaweed Brain. Since you're so excited, you get to spin every single time and you have to kiss anything it lands on."
Percy whooped and punched the air. Now it would be even easier! He sent a silent thanks to Aphrodite and rubbed his hands together, spinning the bottle and watching it apprehensively.
It slowed to a stop, and Percy's gaze followed its neck to… a cushion. No problem, he'd get Annabeth later and it would be worth the wait.
Before his hand could touch the bottle, Annabeth grabbed it. "Seaweed Brain, I believe the rules are that you have to kiss anything it lands on."
"But it's a cushion! And it's not you," he pouted, hoping she'd give in.
Annabeth raised an eyebrow. Nice try. "Percy."
"Fine!" he exclaimed childishly, yanking the cushion to him and kissing it, then making a face at Annabeth. She only smiled in response.
The next spin ended with Percy planting one on a book about geometry. "I don't even like books. Or math." Annabeth glared.
Then, he had to pucker up to a framed photo of Jason and Reyna in messy, dirtied armour, celebrating and hugging after the Titan War. Annabeth laughed when Percy moaned about having to kiss a picture of the guy who made his ribs hurt just a while ago.
Next came Percy and the plant, sitting in a tree. K-I-S-S-I-N-G. Annabeth clutched her stomach, falling to the floor, laughter ringing in the air.
Finally, Percy once again spun the cushion. He swore under his breath when he'd done the deed and then proceeded to sit on it. "No way in Hades am I ever going to do that again," he proclaimed.
Once again, he spun the bottle. It landed on nothing in particular. "The floor," Annabeth said. "Kiss the floor."
Percy wiped his mouth on his forearm. She was totally playing him. He smirked.
Annabeth let out a yelp as he seized her by the waist and pulled her to him. She was wearing an orange camp shirt with jean shorts that rode low on her hips, showing a sliver of tan skin. Her shorts showed of her long, toned legs. Percy wasted no time in grabbing her face and bringing her lips to his.
What—Annabeth squeaked as Percy bit down on her lower lip, allowing him to deepen the kiss. She melted into his warm embrace, kissing him back with just as much fervor, one hand grabbing his shirt to bring him closer and the other running up his neck and combing through his soft hair. She reveled in the way Percy's chest rumbled beneath hers as he sighed into her mouth with pleasure.
Holding her waist, Percy flipped them over so that Annabeth was pinned under his body. He yanked her ponytail out of its band, feeling her curls tickle his neck. She moaned and arched her body into his as he detached his mouth from hers, moving his lips to her neck, pausing only to let her pull his shirt off.
They paused for a while, panting and letting each other get some air. Percy loved the way her gray irises got darker and how he could leave her breathless, lips swollen and shirt crumpled. Likewise, Annabeth took the time to slowly rake her gaze over him, how his impossibly green eyes looked down at her like she was gold, how his smirk was dangerous and hot but at the same time held so much more than just lust, how his muscular yet lean stomach contracted under her palm as her hand ran over it.
"You taste like cushion," she complained. Percy chuckled and leaned down to cup her face gently and press a kiss to her lips.
"That's your fault for making me go through all that," he replied. "We could've been doing this from the very start, but no, my girlfriend likes making me suffer."
They both laughed. If there were ever a time where they definitely knew they were in love—it wouldn't be this, but gods were they whipped.
So that's the Percabeth chapter- next up is Jeyna! Wonder what Reyna has in store for Jason... Follow and review!
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