Oh my Gods I'm so sorry.. No excuses for anything.. Here's chapter four. :)
Disclaimer: Guess what? That's right! I'm in the group that wishes they owned these characters, but sadly I don't.. Rights to Uncle Rick
Annabeth POV:
As I opened my eyes, I was met with a dull light and the smell of the ocean. I stretched out my legs and found that they were entangled with someone else's. Turning my head, I saw Percy sleeping next to me. His head was tucked above mine, and he looked completely peaceful, besides the drool coming out of his mouth. I wiped it away cautiously, careful not to wake him. But I failed. As usual, he woke up at my touch. His eyes fluttered open and he moved his hand to keep mine in place.
"Morning," his raspy voice spoke out.
"Goodmorning," I whispered. "How are you feeling?" I said reaching for the ambrosia and nectar in my backpack. He sat up, stretching his arms above his head and then wrapping them around my waist. I leaned into his embrace and placed a kiss on his lips. He sighed when I pulled away within a matter of a second and handed him some nectar. He gave me a 'seriously' look and I nodded. "Take it or I tell the doctor you need to stay here longer," I challenged. He snatched the cup from me and took a few sips before putting it on the bedside table. I sat in the chair beside the bed and sorted through my clothes trying to find something for today. Just then Dr. Simon came in, with the tray for breakfast.
"Food," Percy said longingly. We never even got dinner last night because we fell asleep. If I was starving, I definitely knew he was. He sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed so he was facing me. The doctor checked out his back as Percy ate, offering some to me but I rejected it. He needed it more than I did right now. Finishing the plate, Dr. Simon told us we could leave in an hour, and that he'd send in the wheelchair and restrictions with it. Percy visibly rolled his eyes, still insisting he didn't want or need it, but I told him to get over it. I pulled out a shirt and some jeans for him and I stuck with my tanktop and shorts until we got home. I really needed a shower, and so did he.
"I'm not using that," he pointed to the wheelchair that came in a few minutes ago. I took his clothes and shoved them into the backpack, zipping it up before facing him.
"You're using it. No 'if's, 'and's, or 'but's about it." I stated sternly. He was pretty much entirely healed by now but I still wasn't taking any chances. And the fact that I wanted to see him suffer for a day. After that I wouldn't make him use it. He stared at me and I glared back, challenging him to say anything more. He sat in the chair with a pout, crossing his arms and scowling like a little kid. We got out to the car and he got in, while I walked the wheelchair back to the entrance and left it there. Those few minutes were enough amusement for me. I got into the driver's side and started the car, merging onto the highway and heading towards home.
As we pulled up to the apartment, Percy looked at me with a frown on his face. Putting the car in park I looked at him. "What?" I asked softly.
"When was the last time you were here?" he asked. I had to think about it for a minute, recounting when I last came personally for clothes.
"A week after you were in the coma I think," I answered. "I came by in the first few days to shower and get clothes but then I stopped. Piper would usually drop me off some outfits and make sure I had showered every day after that. I didn't want to leave your side anymore," I whispered. He grabbed my hand and squeezed it once.
"I'm sorry," he said.
"For what?" I asked confused.
"For being out for a whole month. For leaving you alone. For not waking up when you asked me to. I heard you guys, you know. Mostly all of it. I tried really hard to wake up but something kept pulling me back. And then when you begged me to that night, or day I don't know, my heart shattered." He took a breath. I remembered that night. The night they told me that it was up to him to wake up, and they didn't know if he might ever. I cried and cried, sitting next to him that whole time. I remember grasping his hand and begging him over and over to wake up. That I couldn't imagine my life without him. How we had made it this far and he wasn't leaving me. Begging him to open his eyes so I could see their sea-green color and feel at home like I always did. To have him smile at me and tell me everything would be okay. To have one last chance to tell him how much he meant to me and how much I loved him. He didn't open his eyes like I had asked. Not for another two days, and it doesn't seem like a long time but it really, really, was.
"I swore to myself that nothing would ever hurt you again after Gaea. That I would protect you with my life before I ever let a cut appear on your body. But it turned out that I was the one to hurt you. By leaving. Again. And I know that you would take a month over eight in a heartbeat, but I know that in that month you were replaying the last time I was gone. It wasn't fair to you and I'm sorry." His eyes were beginning to tear up at the end, and I squeezed his hand back. He looked at me and I could see the regret and hurt in his eyes.
After a few seconds of silence, I pushed my lips to his and we crashed together like the ocean and the land. My body was tingling with the sense of his fingers on my waist. He pulled me from the driver's seat and onto his lap, laughing at the process. My hips were against his and he pulled me even closer by the small of my back, his arms roaming carelessly down and to my legs. He tugged at my shirt and I obliged, thanking the gods that this car had all tinted windows. Placing my hands on his cheeks, I tilted his head deepening the kiss even more. His fingers moved to the waistband of my shorts and locked themselves there, pulling my hips towards his like they could get any closer. His tongue snaked my lips asking for permission, which I granted. I had no clue where my shirt or even his was but I didn't care. He pulled away only for a second of air before making me lose my mind again. I got lost somewhere during the kiss, brought to that feeling of safety in his eyes and comfort of his skin against mine. My hands moved through his hair, grabbing and pulling making us both moan in delight. I pushed my lips into his for a second more before pulling away. I rubbed my thumb against his swollen lips before taking a deep breath.
"We have to go upstairs," I smiled, "I have a surprise waiting for you." I grabbed my shirt, which ended up across the steering wheel, and threw it back on. Handing him his, I opened the passenger door and stepped out into the parking lot. He looked at me with a begging expression, clearly refusing to get out of the car. "Please?" I asked and offered my hand. He took it and pulled me to him so our lips were centimeters apart. I wrapped my arms around his neck and took in his scent of ocean breezes and safety. He kissed my forehead before grabbing my hand, walking to the entrance of our apartment building.
As we came to our door, I stuck the key in and turned to face him. "No funny business once we step inside." I warned. "Got it?" He nodded and turned the door handle, at the same time crashing his lips to mine like I told him not to. He walked us into the apartment and shut the door, not breaking apart for a second.
"Surprise!" They yelled. Percy instinctively pulled me behind him and shielded me, only to be faced with our friends.
"Well, looks like someone had some other intentions," Leo snickered. Percy shot him a glare and turned back to me.
"Surprise," I said with jazz hands. "Welcome home," I brushed my lips to his.
Again, I'm sorry for being so long on these chapters.. I'm getting really lazy with my writing and school hasn't even started yet.. Hopefully I can get my pace back up ;P
