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As soon as her knuckles hit his door it swings open, as if it had been waiting for her touch. Percy stands behind the open door, blinking at her in surprise. Annabeth wonders how he could be surprised if he knew she was coming but she realizes he has a jacket and his shoes on. He hadn't been waiting for her to show up, he'd been about to leave to go somewhere.

"Oh, it's you." The tone in his voice tells her exactly where he was planning on going.

"Yeah. Look we need to talk," she says stepping forward, not bothering to ask if she can come in.

Percy stares at her hesitantly, then looks between them and quickly steps back.

"Sure, I was on my way over to get this over with anyways," he says solemnly, pulling off his jacket.

Annabeth is distracted by the slope of his shoulders for a second and she doesn't process what he's said right away.

"Get what over with?" She asks, mind finally grasping the words.

"This," he says bleakly, leaning up against the wall on his left that separates the bathroom from the living space. "I get it. This was too good to be true anyways."

Her brow furrows, trying to pinpoint exactly what he means by 'this.'

"Thank you, for everything. I appreciate the help you gave me and-" he cuts off, glancing at her and blushing slightly. "Anyways, you don't have to worry about me. I'll get over you."

"What the hell are you talking about?" A hint of anger slips into her voice.

"You haven't talked to me in a week. Haven't answered my calls, or texts, or anything. You disappeared and I get it. We're over. There, you didn't have to be the one to do it."

Her mind reels, taking in everything he's saying. Annabeth stares at him, her eyebrows knit together. After a second he lets out a huff, pushing himself away from the wall.

"Look, you don't have to worry about me. I knew our agreement and knew what I was getting into when I fell for you. So there's no need to let me down easy or give me whatever speech you have prepared."

"Are you kidding me?" Annabeth blurts out. "You think I came all the way over here to end things so you're what, breaking up with me?"

"Well we were never really dating were we?" He says a bit snidely, causing Annabeth to clench her fists.

She wants to take smack him in the back of the head for not getting it. After all these weeks he's still so dense that he doesn't understand she's come running to his door to tell him she wants the real thing, to stop pretending, and he's breaking up with her.

"Gods you frustrate the shit out of me," she growls.

"I'm sorry alright. I thought I'd make this easier on you and save you the hassle but if you want to be the one to end things go ahead. You're probably the one that decides when all of your relationships are over, aren't you?"

Annabeth's eyes go wide. The fact that he's right doesn't make her any less offended, especially that he thinks she's so petty that she has to be the one that breaks things off.

"Now you can go back to your life without me, you don't have to worry about taking care of me. No hard feelings." The hurt in Percy's voice is all too obvious.

"You're right Percy," she says bitterly. "I did come here to tell you our arrangement is over. But it's because I want something more, you jackass!" Her voice rises as she speaks until she's shouting loud enough for the entire floor to hear.

There's a stupid, blank look on his face and he stares at her like she's just said the most ridiculous thing in the world to him. Then he squints, his eyes running over her as if he's looking for some sign she's lying.

"Why the hell would you want that?" he shouts the words back at her, his voice full of confusion.

"Maybe it's because I love you!" she shouts the words at him before her filter can process them.

She'd come here expecting to work things out easily, to confess her feelings in a dignified manner and talk about where they're going from here. Of course that's not how it works out though. She hadn't expected to get angry at him, but she also hadn't expected the idiot to try and break up with her.

"Well maybe I love you too."

The admission hits her like a ton of bricks. He loves her but he'd still been prepared to walk away, to tear apart their relationship and make himself the bad guy. All to make things easier on her. She wonders if she's supposed to be touched by that, swoon over the fact he'd be so selfless but instead she just gets angrier. He loved her and was going to let her leave, toss away their future because they're both so damn stubborn. She lets that anger out as she slams the door behind her and closes the distance between them to catch him in a kiss.

Annabeth presses her lips hard enough into his that she fears they'll bruise, only breaking the kiss when her lungs feel as if they've collapsed in on themselves.

"You still frustrate the shit out of me," she growls through panted breaths.

"Shut up, Chase," he says, breath washing over her face.

"Make me," she taunts.

He's the one that initiates the kiss this time, pressing into her as hard as she pressed into him earlier. Annabeth feeds off the fear and anger of facing him try and dump her, drains every emotion from the thought of him walking away and pours it into the kiss. She bites and pulls at his lip, scraping the sensitive skin with her teeth. Percy lets out a groan that rumbles through his chest and slips his hands around her ass. He cups her with his hands and lifts her easily, turning around and heading further into his apartment. Annabeth expects them to go straight to his bed but something thumps into his legs and he drops her. She gasps and expects to fall all the way to the mattress on the floor in the corner of his studio apartment, but the drop only lasts a split second before she hits the hard edge of the back of his couch.

She grabs his buckle of his belt with one hand, slipping the other under his shirt and teasingly dragging her nails down his back. She manages to get his belt, button, and zipper undone with one hand. His already hardening cock points out at her, waiting for her to wrap her fingers around it but before she can he catches her wrist. Percy finally breaks their kiss, pulling her hand away from him and dropping to his knees in front of her. He slips his fingers inside the waist of her jeans and panties and tugs, slipping them down her legs to coil around her ankles. She's about to remark on the fact that he's just trapped her legs together when he spreads her knees and lifts, settling her legs on his shoulders. Annabeth gasps as his mouth closes on her center, sucking at her clit and pinching it between his lips. She bucks against him, shoving her hips forward and pushing him further into her.

Percy doesn't hold back, sucking, pulling, flicking. Everything he can to wrack her body with uncontrollable spasms. Annabeth's fingers tighten around the edge of the couch, muscles squeezing until her arms shake. She fights to hold back the noises building in her throat, not wanting to let him win, to hold out long enough for him to give up. This causes the waves of pleasure to build inside of her, trapped without any escape of release until they build on one another and finally slam into her like a tidal wave. One hand moves from the couch to curl into the hair at the back of his head, her legs tensing and locking him in place. She curls forward, the moan finally breaking free of her throat as she breaks under the unrelenting assault. Her legs seize and lock up, her chest tightening until she can't breathe. The orgasm rolls through her quickly, taking everything out of her as it finishes.

Percy waits long enough for the final flickers of her climax to finish before moving away, lifting her knees off of his shoulders and letting her feet drop back to the cold laminate floor. She's still catching her breath as he stands and grabs her hips, pulling her and spinning her so she's facing away from him. He pins her to the back of the couch, his fingers curling around her hip and thumb digging into her ass. He pushes into her in one hard thrust, burying himself inside of her and drawing a groan from her lips. Percy starts a hard, quick pace that has the couch shifting forward with every thrust. It's difficult to keep her feet under her as the couch moves forward and slowly she bends forward, pushing her ass towards him and helping every thrust push a little deeper. By the time his grip becomes desperate and fierce she's gasping with every thrust, her knees buckling under her. Annabeth has to hurry this along before she crumples under his touch like hot iron so she arches her back, shifts her hips to increase the friction as he slides inside of her, and glancing back at him over her shoulder. She focuses her cooling anger into her eyes and glares him down, daring him to last a second longer. The combined effect does it and Percy's rhythm comes to a screeching hault. His long, intentional thrusts become short and ragged. The next one seeming to start before the previous one finishes and he twitches inside of her. Annabeth grins as she watches him break, pushing forward a few more quick times before his spine goes limp and he leans forward. His forehead rests on her shoulder blade and Annabeth savors the feeling.

"So," he says breathily. "Does that count as make-up sex?"

"I think so," she responds, shifting her hips and making them both whine.

"Good, then we can start with the officially-a-couple sex."

Annabeth laughs and feels the last of her raging emotions dissolve away on the high of his touch, knowing it's only going to get better from here.