A/N: Alright, Anon. Have some immature Percy and lovey-dovey Annabeth and I hope you enjoy this longer chapter! Also, one thing, peeps. I don't have a good sense of the ratings, so tell me if there's too much vulgarity in this chap to be T. Thanks!

"Shit. Shitshitshitshit."

Annabeth rolled out of the bed, stood up, cursed a few more times, then promptly plunked down on the side of the bed. A startled Athena jumped off the bed, meowing angrily. Ignoring her cat, Annabeth rested her elbows on her knees and put her face into her hands."Shit."

Percy, still asleep, perhaps sensed Annabeth scooting out from under his arm, frowned, and quietly mumbled something Annabeth barely caught.

"Don't leave, Callie…"

Annabeth's eyes widened. She whipped her head around so fast that if she had done so any quicker, her head would have flew off her neck, "What the fuck?! Who's Callie? Shit! Are you cheating on her with me? You didn't tell me you had a girlfriend! Shit!"

Percy's eyes shot open and he nearly jumped out of the bed. "What the fuck was that for?"

"Why didn't you tell me you had a girlfriend?"

Percy's head swung around and his piercing sea-green eyes focused on her. His eyes really are nice, she thought. Wait, what?! "Wait, what? I-I don't!"

"Who's Callie, then?"

"Callie? Oh, right. Calypso."

"That doesn't help, you moron."

"Oh. Um, right. Calypso Atlas. My high school crush, recent acceptee to the master's program at Stanford, and, well, former girlfriend."

Annabeth paused, eyebrows raising as she realized what he meant. "Oh. Shit, Percy. I'm really-"

Percy sighed and gave a small, rueful smile. "Nah. It's fine. Knew it was going to end sometime. She was out of my league. No, scratch that. She was, like, twenty-thousand leagues above me. For heaven's sake, I'm an ADHD, dyslexic marine biologist that barely scraped through college. I was lucky to even have met her."

"Hey, don't be so tough on yourself. She's missing out. And hey, I've got ADHD and dyslexia, too, and I'm, well, relatively successful."

"Ugh. Stop making me feel bad about myself."

Annabeth flushed. "Hey, no, I didn't mean it like that!"

The corner of Percy's lips curled upwards. "Yeah, I know. Just teasing 'ya."

Then, he let out a huge yawn, rubbed his crusty eyes, and stretched, his (very well-defined, she thought) muscles creaking and popping.

He really is cute sometimes. Annabeth's thoughts were being pulled toward the notion of being able to wake up to the sight every morning. And then her eyes wandered downwards to where Percy's lower half lay under the sheets, her mind following suit.

Fuck.

Fresh out of a relationship, and already looking for commitment? The logical half of her berated herself and her dirty mind. Annabeth prided herself on being sensible, but… this? It'd only been one night, and Annabeth had already been reduced to a hormonal, lovesick teenager! To be fair, it wasn't everyday she had sex with a modern-day Adonis. Athena didn't like him, though. Well, at least she didn't scratch his eyes out like she tried to do with the last few guys. Plus, he was nice, funny, sweet, and...Goddammit! But somehow she knew that it wasn't just an act to get in her pants; he was genuinely a good guy. Then again, she had only slept with him once, and all she knew about him was that:

His name was Perseus "Percy" Jackson, age 25. He was at least half a foot taller than her, so... 6'3"? 6'4"?

He was definitely a mama's boy (from what she could figure out, his dad was probably absent during his adolescence).

He had a younger brother named Tyson, a black lab named Blackjack, and a Neapolitan mastiff named Mrs. O'Leary (strange, but, well, from what she had observed so far, very befitting of Percy).

He was a marine biologist with a Bachelor's degree in Marine Sciences from Stony Brook University (he shrugged, saying, "To be honest, I had never heard of it before junior year. Turns out, it was the best option. A pretty cheap, decent Marine Sciences program that was close to Mom").

His personality definitely wasn't overcompensating for something. Always a plus in a relationship, she thought. Wait. Shit. Fuck. Nope. Nope. Nope.

As he had stated earlier, he was ADHD and dyslexic.

That was it. Six things. She almost could've counted the things she knew about him on one hand. So why don't you get to know some more about him, hm? Wait. What the fuck? Annabeth tried to repress her rebellious, illogical, romantic side. She was not going to get into another relationship that quickly. She should not, would not, could not. Nope. Nada. Zilch. Not at all. No, she was a strong, independent woman who didn't need no man. Except for a man with raven hair and startling sea-green eyes. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. Goddamn, she had it bad.

She was snapped out of her failing attempt at self-convincement when the object of all her inner desires and fantasies (No fuck nooooooooooooooooope) broke the silence.

"So you wanna talk about, uh, last night?" Percy ventured with a sheepish grin.

Annabeth had to quell a rogue blush; he was too goddamn adorable for his own good. Putting on a facade of nonchalance, she sighed. "Shit. Well, this was gonna be inevitable, so, uh… Yeah, put some pants on first. I'm not gonna talk to you when you're naked." She deserved a goddamn Oscar for that faux indifference.

Percy smirked and got out of the bed. The sheets slid off him, leaving him in all his naked, hunky glory. Annabeth swallowed. Hard.

"Yeah, I'll admit, my body can be a little… dick-stracting."

...Aaand there went her lady-boner. She didn't need to fake her annoyance when she punched him in the shoulder.

"Hmph. Tough crowd, huh?"

Annabeth, groaning, put her face in her hands. "Have you forgotten? We just freaking had sex last night. I'm trying to have a serious conversation here. Stop being so immature."

"A) What's wrong with sex? And B) You're the one that can't talk to a naked guy she just slept with. Or 'have you forgotten'?" Percy retorted, imitating Annabeth's frustrated comment.

Annabeth's face heated up."Yeah, well, I, uh, AGH. What I'm trying to say is that I'm not used to having an, uh, y'know-"

"A penis?" Percy supplied with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah, that -hanging in front of my face while I'm talking."

Jesus Christ, she thought angrily, I'm an incomprehensible mess. But geez, is this what guys do at sleepovers? Talk about sports and sex and stuff with their… junk dangling out?

"Nuh uh. We talk about video games, too."

Annabeth blushed fiercely. She hadn't realized she had voiced her thoughts aloud. "Same thing."

"Is not," he shot back.

Annabeth's rational side wanted to tell him how immature of a comeback that was, but her impulsive, romantic, spontaneous side had hijacked her brain and was now crashing her into total humiliation.

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"Is not!"

"Is too!"

"'s not!"

"'s too!"

"'s not!"

"'s too!"

"'snot!"

"'stoo!"

Percy started laughing.

"'stoo! Wait." Annabeth realized Percy hadn't responded, paused, and raised an eyebrow. "What's the matter with you?"

Percy was laughing so hard, he had to spend a few minutes calming down before he could even respond. "Y-You fell - hic - for it - hic - !"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"You - hic - said 's-snot stew' - hic - !"

Annabeth was speechless for a moment. She took a second to gather her wits. Then she exploded. "PERCY WHAT THE FUCK?! I-YOU-WHAT THE FUCK? YOU ARE A FUCKING GROWN-ASS MAN, AND YOU BETTER START ACTING LIKE ONE. AND TO THINK I HAD THE BIGGEST CRUSH ON YOU FOR A SECOND THERE EVEN THOUGH I JUST MET YOU AND-"

Percy fell onto his butt at the outburst and was no longer laughing. Instead, he was cowering in fear and scooting backwards on the carpet to put as much distance as possible between himself and a very angry woman. After all, he really wanted to keep his head. But, stupidly, he spoke up, "Sorry to interrupt you, Annabeth (please don't kill me please don't kill me pleasedon'tkillme), but you liked me? Also, please calm down. I have carpet burn on my bare ass and it hurts like hell." He stood up slowly, afraid that any sudden movement would encourage Annabeth to cut him open and eat his innards as he slowly bled out. Holy fuck, that was dark, he thought. Yeah, well, you were the one who signed your death warrant when you pissed her off, he argued back. Touche.

"Shit. God-fucking-dammit." Annabeth shot off the edge of the bed and started picking up the clothes that she wore to the bar yesterday from their spots strewn all over the floor "I, uh, wow! Look at the time! I've gotta go now haha! Sorry 'bout that haha! Got a job to do 'n' stuff, y'know? Haha! 'K bye!"

As soon as she stood up after picking up her bra, Percy reached over her bed and gently laid his hand on her shoulder. Annabeth froze. A chill shot down her spine and she blushed fiercely from the contact.

"Annabeth," Percy spoke slowly, "It's five in the morning. Unless your boss is like the ruler of hell or something, you don't go to work this early."

She swallowed, refusing to turn around and face her utter humiliation. She tried to say something witty like, "Maybe I do work for the ruler of hell. And maybe if you don't say anything, I won't have to report you to my boss," but it probably came more out like "Aasgljkadkfsljewafoijj goddamn hell crush fuck shit afdkjlseawjifogaeoj."

"Well," he started gently with a small smile on his face, "I have no idea what the fuck you just said, but I might also have - what was it you said? Ah, yes - 'the biggest crush on you for a second there even though I just met you.'"

Annabeth stiffened and whipped her head around. "What did you say?"

A light blush dusted his cheeks. Goddamn, he was too cute. "Um, I think- No, I know I like you, and uh, will you-" Percy gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.

Annabeth's cheeks, in turn, flushed. "Yes?"

"Um, will you...marry me?" he finished quietly.

It was Annabeth's turn to fall on her butt. She stuttered, "Wh-What?"

At this point, Percy was actually, physically rolling on the floor, laughing.

An enraged Annabeth stomped over to Percy's side of the bed and glared down at him. "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?"

He managed to squeeze out, "S-Sorry - hic - but - hic - your face - hic - ! Oh God - hic - sh-should've - hic - recorded - hic - ! You're - hic - so - hic - g-gullible!"

Annabeth dropped on top of him, straddling his hips and placing her forearm against his throat. Her forehead was directly above his, with a few strands of her hair hanging down and brushing his face. Staring straight into his eyes (oh, I could get lost in them, she thought. No goddammit fucking stop, Annabeth. You're supposed to be fucking pissed, not hopelessly infatuated), she menacingly whispered, "I'll say it one more time. What. The. Fuck. Is. Your. Problem."

Percy let out a little squeak. "S-sorry-hic-! Really! I just-"

In the space of a second, the tables had turned. Annabeth was lying on her back with Percy's legs straddling her and hands around her forearms, pinning her to the ground. His smirking face hovered inches above hers. She fought the urge to spit on his face. That'll ruin your chances of a date with him, she thought. Wait. STOP IT. I AM NOT IN LOVE WITH HIM OR ANYTHING. I DON'T NEED TO GO ON A DATE WITH HIM. WELL SORTA.

"Not so fast. I've got a few tricks up my sleeve," he whispered. It almost seemed… seductive?

At a few inches apart, his warm breath tickled her face and made her quiver in anticipation. Anticipation of what? It's five in the morning!

Was it just her or was it suddenly a lot hotter?

Percy raised his eyebrows. "Wow, okay. This is weird. Sorry. I, uh, yeah, let me get off. Um, this goes here, and that goes- What the fuck?"

Annabeth, still laying on her back, had pulled her legs up from out beneath Percy's and curled them around Percy's torso, with her heels resting on the small of his back.

"I've got a few tricks of my own," she murmured into his ear.

"Oh. Fuck, Annabeth."

She smirked. "Fuck me, indeed."