Thank you again for all the pleasant reviews! Everytime I read them, tiny Barbie faeries fly around my head screaming "CUPCAKES!".
Futurenovelist887- Haha! It was Dimples! :D
I keep forgetting to put the disclaimer and out of my six stories, this is the only one I've ever put. PLEASE DON'T CHOKE ME! Again, I'm not sure when I'll be able to post the next chapter. I have family coming in and we'll be visiting national monuments...Oh, joy *sarcasm*. But, as usual, please suggest new ideas for the next lettethrs! E or any others.
Dis to the CLAIMA: I do not own the universe, therefore I do not own the earth, therefore I do not own America, therefore I do not own Texas, therefore I do not own Rick Riordan or the ingenius ideas he gives birth to.
D: Dimples...Annabeth POV
Sunlight filtered lazily through the gaps in the orange and red leaves. Cool fall breezes, tinted with a wintery scent, made the branches sway and the hair of pedestrians that strolled the evening sidewalks, dance. I walked hand in hand with Percy, just relaxing in the motions. Pick up left foot. Pick up right foot. Breathe. Repeat.
Percy's shaggy ebony hair flapped in the wind. He wore a v-neck moss colored shirt and khaki shorts. His perfectly oceananic eyes were glazed over with wonder and simplicity.
I swung our linked hands up and down, admiring how calm the Manhattan streets were today. The sunbeams bounced off the golden statue of Abraham Lincholn in Lincholn Park (thumbs up for the music group!) and created a reflection in the flawless surface of the lake.
"It's beautiful," murmured Percy. I nodded. "Yeah. It's like the scene is serenading the arrival of winter," I replied.
"I'm not talking about the scene." Percy turned abruptly and cupped my face in his large hands. Without thinking, I moved my lips in rhythm to his and felt his tongue slid in and out. We finally pulled apart and I smiled.
He caressed my collarbone with the innerside of his thumb. "You're so beautiful." I blushed. "Especially when you blush," he laughed.
Two, tiny dimples appeared on either side of Percy's rose lips. I covered my mouth with my hand and chuckled. He looked so innocent and playful with those dimples. So...childish.
"What?" he demanded. "You!" I answered.
Our lips once again connected and I felt the neverending sparks illuminate my mind. His hands rested on my waste and my arms slid around his neck. And then I realized something. It wasn't the scene or the weather that was perfect. It was Percy. And this...This was where I belonged.