Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rick Riordan. Storyline is mine. Lyrics by Arctic Monkeys.

What's been happening in your world?

What have you been up to?

I heard that you fell in love

Or near enough

I gotta tell you the truth...

My nose twitches as I wake up to the scent of bacon filtering in through the open door of the bedroom. Groaning, I plant my feet on the cold floorboards and search for my cardigan. Without a doubt, he hid it from me to keep me here.

When I walk into the kitchen, his bare back is to me and he is cooking something on the stove. His muscles ripple and I can't help to bite my lip before last night comes washing back to me. I keep getting roped back into him and I wish I knew how to stop it.

He turns with two plates in his hand and gestures towards the table.

"Yeah, I think I'll pass." I scowl at him crossing my arms and refusing to let him manipulate me again.

He drops the plates down on the table and comes to stand right in front of me. Before I know what's going on, one arm is around my shoulders and the other is around my waist. His lips crash into mine and I almost push him away before my resolve crashes and burns. My hands clutch at the waistband of his boxers and I hear him moan. Oh God. I love it when he moans. I feel him walking forward until my butt hits the edge of the couch. My legs latch around his hips and before he knows what's happening I've detached myself and my hand connects with his cheek.

"What the hell was that?" he asks.

I just shake my head and slap his other cheek.

"Ow!"

I push him back and stand up. "You think that by kissing me, I will suddenly forget every single thing that has happened? I know you aren't stupid, Percy, so why oh why would you think that it would work?"

He smirks, still rubbing his cheeks. "It was worth a try."

I pull a chair out and sit at the table, sighing. It's like watching a rerun. I know how this will end, yet I still let it happen. His hands land on my shoulders and start rubbing the knotted muscles there. I shovel the eggs into my mouth and chomp on the crispy bacon as his strong fingers whisper over my skin. He moves my hair to one side of my neck and I remember the night he told me he wanted me. His hands rubbed my skin in a similar way and I remember how his eyes looked as he look the leap and told me he would try. Almost the same look he gave me last night when he swore I would be so mad if I ever found out.

His lips start at my shoulder and work their way up my neck. I roll my head to the side and gather up the nerve before I ask, "What were you talking about last night...when you said that I would be mad?"

He freezes and starts to draw away before I cover his hands with mine, keeping him at my shoulders.

"Nothing," he finally answers. I squeeze my eyes shut and force myself to let it go.

"Okay," I whisper, standing up.

He takes my hand and pulls me back into his room, sitting me on the edge of the bed and kneeling in front of me. His hands engulf one of mine and he starts, "Annabeth," before sucking his lip ring in and pausing.

"In no universe will any version of me be deserving of you," I open my mouth but he shakes his head. "Let me get this out. I can't hope to ever be able to truly deserve you. But Not having you with me absolutely crushed me. I never understood why people compare love to puzzle pieces but I understood when you left my stupid ass and I had to run over every single way I could have handled that situation better in my head."

I squeeze my lips together and run a hand through his crazy hair. "I can't promise that I will ever be perfect or I will ever be the guy that you have dreamed of having at your side, but I know for a fact that I love you. I love you so much and nothing you or anyone else does will ever change the fact that at the end of the day, you're all I want by my side. It's like-" He stops, as if considering his next words.

My hand slips down to his cheek and I smile at him. He turns his head and kisses my palm. "It's like every fucked up thing I've ever done doesn't matter when you're with me. It's like just by trying to be perfect for you somehow erases it all bit by bit."

I rest my forehead on his. "I love you. And I was so stupid to not realize that I've been in love with you since the moment that you proved that you were just in it for me. When you knew that I was absolutely no good, yet you still gave yourself to me."

I part my knees and pull him towards me, curling around him and relishing the feeling of his arms constricting around my hips.

And slowly as he wrecked me more and more, I found myself falling so hard I could see the bottom rapidly approaching.

a/n: haven't proofread this at all, sorry