Chapter 3: A Terrifying Sensation

PERCY

It was 4:30AM EST when they landed in St. Lucia, so naturally, Percy and Annabeth were completely exhausted with jet lag that it became an effort to walk without stumbling. Percy really regretted not sleeping at all in the 17 hours that they had flown. He had kept himself wide awake, alert with paranoia at the slightest bit of turbulence. Annabeth as well didn't sleep much so instead they had watched a bunch of movies, played some card games, and talked.

They were now in the back of a cab who was taking them to their temporary beach cabin. The resort that they wanted to stay in was completely booked except for a room that would be available the next morning at 2:00PM, so they decided to crash for the night at this other one.

Annabeth seemed completely dead at his side: her head lolling against her chest. Percy quickly lifted and placed her head on his lap so she wouldn't hurt her neck. His own head kept slumping forward as well, but he was sure they were almost there, so instead he just focused on Annabeth's slow rise and falls of breaths.

After about ten minutes, they entered a dirt road through a set of wooden gates and ahead came the view of the cabins and the sea. Percy felt a tinge of homesickness; those cabins reminded him a lot of Camp Half-Blood and his life there. That was the place where he had shaped most of his youth. There he had created big and unforgettable memories and family—Grover, Chiron, Tyson, and most important of all, Annabeth. He looked down at her with fond in his eyes and couldn't feel any luckier than he already did. Here she was with him after six years, six years of having met that twelve-year-old girl that intimidated and intrigued him by those gray eyes and personality.

He thought about the numerous times they had gone on dangerous quests together, and how it seemed that they would never make it out alive but in the end they did. He thought about that time when he and his friends had gone across the country to Mount Tam to rescue her and overthrow Luke and Atlas and their plans. He hadn't let the thought get to him that perhaps Annabeth was truly gone. When they had found her-in that moment-he realized for the first time how deeply he cared for her that the possibility of her dying was unbearable. They relived all their terrors together when they fell into Tartarus a year ago. That was what had brought them closer, way closer that they had slept in each other's arms for two weeks upon their return from Greece. Now they lived together.

His homesickness eased away. He looked down at Annabeth again and knew wholeheartedly that he was home.

And of course, Camp Half-Blood wasn't going anywhere, they would certainly visit.

The taxi stopped in front of the registrar office and the taxi man helped them with their suitcases up the steps. Percy woke Annabeth and together they walked inside to the counter.

"Hello, welcome to Creek Mar Resort, are you Mr. Jackson and Ms. Chase?" The registrar asked.

"Yes, this is us." Percy responded.

"Alright, my name is Landa and I will be assisting you for the few hours that you'll be staying with us. Here is your key to your cabin—you are cabin nine—and your welcome gift." Landa said handing Percy the key and placing a welcome basket on the counter.

"Thank you very much, Landa." Annabeth told her, grabbing the basket.

"Oh you are welcome; Nicolai here will help you carry your luggage. Enjoy St. Lucia!"

With that, they headed off towards their cabin. The place was absolutely majestic and peaceful. The shore glittered a few feet away with the light of the moon and the breeze was fresh with a tint of moisture. Undeniably, Percy felt like running into the ocean right about that moment.

They walked through a wooden path straight ahead until they reached the cabin at the outermost end. Each cabin was about ten yards apart, all the same periwinkle color.

"May I see your key, please?" Percy handed him the cabin key and Nicolai opened the door and placed the suitcases inside.

"Thank you so much Nicolai, we'll give you a tip tomorrow morning, I promise." Annabeth said giving him an encouraging smile.

"It is okay Ms. Chase." Nicolai said before bowing away.

"Well, here we are." Percy said, steering Annabeth inside.

The place was really, really nice. They walked into a well-furnished living room. Behind that was a hallway that led to a small dining room and a humble kitchen on a raised dais. The place was very cozy from the looks.

Annabeth opened a door to their right and there stood the bedroom. They walked inside and immediately, Annabeth jumped into bed.

"Gods, this bed is so comfy. Good night." She said, turning into a ball and closing her eyes.

"You mean good morning? Common at least put some pajamas on. And take your shoes off!" He said walking over and nudging her leg.

"Leave me alone." Annabeth said, her words muffled into the comforter.

"Really?" Percy straightened her legs from her fetal position and started taking off her shoes. "Your blood will get clotted, put some pajamas on, you'll sleep comfier." He took off her socks as well.

"Let me sleep." Annabeth curled back into a ball.

Percy sighed and walked over to her suitcase. He opened it and took out a pair of pajama shorts with little sea stars on it. Percy smiled.

"Nice sea stars you got in your pajamas, did you think of me when you bought them?" No response.

Percy went back to her and nudged her again.

"Hey, those jeans will hurt you later on, put these on." He threw the shorts on the bed and turned to his own suitcase to put on pajamas. He went for a pair of drawstring pants and a white t-shirt, and then he brushed his teeth.

When he came back into the bedroom, he noticed that Annabeth had put on the shorts. Before climbing onto bed, he opened the windows of the cabin's bedroom to let a little breeze come in. It was still a bit hot in the bedroom, so he took off his shirt and put it back in the suitcase.

Annabeth still lay on top of the comforter so he went over to her side and lifted her, pushing the comforter off with his leg. Finally, he set her down and climbed on the bed next to her and fell asleep.

Somewhere around 5:00 or 6:00AM, he woke to the sound of Annabeth's voice. His immediate thought was that they'd overslept and needed to leave the cabin, but he soon realized that it was still dark outside and that Annabeth was sleeping next to him. And then it started again; Annabeth was calling his name. Percy quickly looked over her face, but she was indeed asleep. Her tone wasn't frightened as if she was frantically searching for him in a dream and couldn't find him. Her tone was needy.

"Percy. Percy. Percy." Annabeth kept repeating over and over again.

"Hey, Annabeth, I'm right here." He took her hand and squeezed it. It didn't seem to work.

"Please…please." She said.

"What do you want? I'm right here." Percy kept his hand in hers.

"Percy…please." She started moving around, squirming and letting out soft moans.

"Come here. I got you. I'm right here." Percy pulled Annabeth towards him so her head rested against his bare chest. He interlinked one of his legs with hers and started stroking her hair gently. It worked. Annabeth calmed down and soon returned to peaceful sleep.

Percy did not want to jump to conclusions, but to him it sounded as if Annabeth was begging for Percy to...He scolded himself at the thought, "She just wanted you to hold her, you idiot." That must've been it of course because as soon as he held her, she relaxed. But what if she actually wanted something more from Percy.

"How exactly are you supposed to know if she wants it or not if you don't make a move?" Aphrodite's words returned to him yet again. Percy tried his best to not think and dwell on what the goddess of love had said. If Percy tried to get Annabeth to come around and she wasn't ready yet, he would feel like the worst guy ever who could not control his hormones. Annabeth could definitely break up with him, just for that.

"You're overthinking it." A voice said in his head.

He kept stroking Annabeth's hair, more as a reassurance to him that she hadn't left him. She looked so vulnerable when she slept: her eyelashes touching her lower lids and her cute lips slightly opening when she exhaled. So many nights Percy had stayed awake just to watch her sleep like this, with Annabeth huddled in his arms. In those moments, he felt overprotective of her; holding her close so no one could ever steal her away again, not even the gods above.

ANNABETH

Annabeth opened her eyes slowly and was taken aback a little. It wasn't because Percy's face was inches away from hers, but because she was lying almost on top of him with Percy shirtless underneath her.

"Did we…?" Annabeth racked her brain for a second trying to recall last night. She moved her hand down over her pajama shorts and felt around for any soreness or pain. She sighed in relief at the absence of either, they hadn't done anything. If she wanted to have sex with Percy, she wanted it to happen while they were both wide awake. She wanted to feel him inside her and feel his kisses on her neck and his hands on her…Annabeth shook the thought away rapidly as she felt a slight dampness between her legs. Her being on top of shirtless Percy didn't help either so she rolled away from him and stood up from the bed.

Percy still slept away unbothered, so she ran to the bathroom and locked the door behind her. For some reason the sensation between her legs wouldn't go away even as she paced back and forth. She opened the faucet and sprinkled some water on her face, but it did nothing.

She couldn't take it anymore. Annabeth pulled down her sea starred pajama shorts along with her blue panties and began to stroke herself with a finger. The sensation started to grow even more, tingling wet between her legs. She backed up against the far wall and slid down until her bare butt met the tiled floors, and continued to rub a little faster.

Annabeth tried her best not to but she kept picturing Percy thrusting inside of her as she was masturbating. Doing her best to not make a noise, she slid a finger inside of her and began to thrust it while making circular motions in her clitoris with another. Soon, she felt at the verge of a climax. With two fingers inside now and her hand caressing her bare breasts, she increased speed and was almost at the peak when her ecstasy turned into straight panic.

"Annabeth!" Percy knocked on the door loudly. Annabeth scrambled towards her clothes.

"Are you in there?" Annabeth tried to catch her breath to form words but her heartbeat was at her throat.

"I'm…ri…her…" She couldn't put the words out and panicked even more at the possibility of Percy bursting through the door, thinking something was seriously wrong with her.

"What? Are you alright? Open the door Annabeth." She put her brain to think and turned towards the shower and twisted the handle.

"I'm taking…a shower." She said in the most controlled voice possible.

"Okay. Are you sure you are fine in there?"

"Yes, Seaweed Brain!"

"I'll go get us some breakfast then, I'll be back."

"Okay." And with that, he walked away from the door and she let out a huge breath.

"Never again, Annabeth." She said to herself and climbed in the shower.