A/N: Bit of a warning: THE RATING CHANGES THIS CHAPTER. THIS IS RATED M.

But, I hope you guys enjoy it all the same c: This is my first real smut attempt, so…yeah. Don't judge me too harshly /.\

Annabeth's POV

Annabeth was extremely nervous,

And yes, she had made out with a guy before. But this time it was so…different. He gently traced her body with his hands, his fingers, as though he wanted to memorize every inch of her body. Like it was something tender, something he cared about, something…something he withheld himself from doing, she realized.

And his lips had a sweet taste, and they were slightly sticky. Yet, she found herself getting an odd feeling, something she had never felt before. Is this what it was like to make out with a guy who drank bourbon?

He gently pulled her glasses off her face, and she heard the small tap as he set them down on the night table, bringing his hand up top her body and tracing her curves with his hand again, sending a shiver up her back as Perseus's lips touched hers again.

And as he continued to trace her, her hands slipped subconsciously into his hair, and she realized this was different too. With her last boyfriend, she felt the hard dryness of gel in his hair, and what hair that wasn't gelled was too short to do much with.

But with Perseus, his hair was long and soft, like running her hands through velvet blackness. She found herself playing with it, curling it in her fingers, twirling it gently.

And she thought, somehow, while making out with Perseus so passionately. Though, she knew what she planned to do next would erase any conscious thinking she had right now.

She grabbed the wrist of the hand on her left hip, and tentatively dragged his fingertips across her thigh.

Both of their breaths hitched when his fingers touched her core, and Annabeth felt the heat come off her face once again. She grabbed Perseus's other hand and used it to drag her shirt up, but only to right beneath her bra.

Annabeth had, up until recently, been extremely conscious of her body. Even showing Perseus her stomach had nervous butterflies among the happy ones.

But then he started tracing designs in her stomach and heard him whisper: "Beautiful…"

She blushed and moaned softly as he also started rubbing her crotch, moving his other hand back to her hip. She moved her face up to put her lips to his again, and moaned against his lips as his hand moved up and somehow found her clit.

He rubbed faster, and his lips left hers. Sure enough, all conscious thought escaped her as she felt his lips ghost down her sensitive jaw, sucking and gently biting down.

She moaned again, not even bothering to hold them back anymore. He snuggled himself closer to her and she chuckled breathlessly. "That's your phone, right?" she whispered breathlessly to Perseus.

He laughed. "Uh, no. See, my phone is charging in the band room…" he said, blushing slightly. "Do you prefer if this was my phone?"

In response, she ran the tip of her finger up the length of the bulge gently. He moaned softly and nodded. "Okay then," he whispered quietly, his electric eyes now darker, like olives.

Annabeth slipped her shirt up beyond her bra, revealing the simple, white cloth to Perseus. He drank in the sight of her pale, smooth skin, studying so intently and for so long that Annabeth started to get kinda nervous.

She thought that while she wasn't big like some girls, she definitely wasn't small in the chest department. She almost crossed her arms over her chest since her sense was almost starting to come back to her, but it all left once Perseus slipped his tanktop off.

It was amazingly obvious he frequented a gym. He looked like a lean version of a bodybuilder—Annabeth could tell that if he had a stocky build, he'd be Frank. But his lean build suited him just fine, in Annabeth's opinion.

She first noticed his ripped pecs, and then saw a cross tattoo right above his heart. Before she could process that, her eyes drifted down to see a very obvious six-pack, and two little bulges that hinted at eight little muscles.

She traced his muscles with her hand, nervously. She'd never really been this close to a ripped body. Especially a shirtless one.

He smiled gently and kissed her again, the feeling of his lips touching hers sending a pleasant heat down and all around her body.

She stiffened a bit when he started to mess with her bra clasp, and he started to drag his hands slowly down her back instead. But she didn't want that. She wanted his calloused hands (no doubt from all the guitar playing, she thought giddily) on the sensitive flesh of her breasts.

She grabbed both his hands and brought them back up to her bra clasp. She felt Perseus smile against her lips, and he expertly undid it one swift motion. He, thankfully, left it on enough to cover her breasts, but now her back was completely exposed.

Gently pulling away, she slid the bra down her arms herself, shimmying her arms on purpose as the material slid down, revealing all of her chest to Perseus. Again, he studied her, but not for long this time.

He glanced at her, looking right into her eyes. She blushed and nodded. And suddenly his lips were wrapped her nipple and oh GOD, she'd never get used to the feeling.

He switched breasts and Annabeth moaned softly without abandon. After pulling away, and leaving Annabeth breathing very raggedly, he lay her down gently. Kissing down her body and all over her tummy, he unzipped her pants and gently pulled them down, kissing down her leg as he did so.

He pulled her purple underwear down to her knees, and drank in the sight of her. She was no longer ashamed; all she wanted was him. Their ragged breathing and the swish of Perseus dropping his pants and boxers, revealing himself to Annabeth.

Her breath caught in her throat. "Um," she squeaked out nervously. "I'm not sure that's gonna fit…" she said, glancing down between her legs.

"Oh," he said huskily, "trust me. I'll make it fit."

She gulped and nodded. She wanted him, so she'd have him.