I don't know where this came from, honestly… It really has no point and it's really shallow and… Well, I'll let you guys decide.
Rated: T for suggestive material
Time Zone: College years
Setting: A small NY apartment
Disclaimer: Don't. Own. It.
Percy had never truly appreciated curves until this moment.
Annabeth was sleeping soundly beside him. Her face was squished against the pillow. One of her hands was tucked underneath her cheek. She was clad in only small running shorts and an old tank top, due to the September heat blowing in through the open window.
He was propped up by some pillows against the headboard, typing away at an essay for his college professor, when he noticed them… The slight curve of her hips from her waist, the curve of her thigh meeting her knee and down to her ankles, the gradual curve of her breasts…
Percy felt himself shudder. Focus, he scolded himself and typed away at his laptop, nearly breaking the keyboard.
Annabeth grumbled something incoherent and shifted in her sleep, resting her head against his bicep. Percy's breath caught in his throat. He could smell the lingering scent of her shampoo and he swallowed.
Now how was he supposed to concentrate?
He turned back to his typing and tried not to notice the beautiful girl with the curves beside him. But still, Annabeth seemed persistent.
Or maybe Percy was just a little horny.
In her sleep, Annabeth placed her lips against Percy's neck, her hot breath puffing onto his collarbone. He could imagine her lips in his mind now… The fullness of them, the sharp bend of her cupid's bow, that special thing she did when she kissed him…
He shook his head and tried to clear his mind. Maybe I just need a cold shower, Percy mused.
Annabeth stirred in her sleep.
"Percy?" she mumbled, her voice scratchy.
"Yes, love?" he asked and adjusted his neck so he could look at his girlfriend properly.
She wrapped a leg around him and pulled herself closer. "What are you still doing up? It's nearly four in the morning, Seaweed Brain, and you need to be at work by nine."
Percy glanced at the old digital clock. "Oh," he said stupidly, "I guess it is. Oh well…"
Annabeth sighed in exasperation, rubbing her grey eyes awake. "It's not 'oh well', Seaweed Brain. You actually have to go to work, so we can afford this apartment and not be up to our necks in debt."
"You really don't have room to talk, Little Miss I'm-Just-Going-To-Stay-Up-Until-Four-To-Finish-The se-Blueprints," Percy said wryly and typed a few more words onto his document.
Annabeth shut the laptop and shoved him weakly with her elbow. "Shut up," she grumbled. She pressed her cheek into his shoulder and mumbled, "Just go to sleep, Perce… I'm tired."
Percy sighed and nodded. "Okay, fine."
He leaned over to turn off the lamp, ignoring a protesting Annabeth, and pulled the sheets up to his ribcage. Annabeth lay down beside him and his arm went around her waist. She laced her fingers with his and closed her eyes.
"Just one question, Wise Girl," Percy said quietly, breaking the silence.
"Mmm…" Annabeth mumbled.
"How the Hades did you get so… Curvy?"
"Babe, I've always been a curvaceous, sexy beast. You just didn't notice. Now go to bed and stop asking stupid questions."
"Yes, Annabeth."
And no, I really don't like the term 'babe', but it sounded the best in that sentence to me, so shush.
I hope you liked it, even though it was really short.
Review please!
-Lou
