Sorry for the long wait! Things have been busy, and I clearly don't have time to devote to all my drabble series, so this'll be the second-to-last chapter.
Set some time in the future, when there's not a great prophecy happening.
If there's one thing Annabeth Chase does not enjoy, it's being interrupted while she's working, especially on an architecture project.
And Percy knows that.
So why he insists on waltzing into the temple she's building for camp, she really has no idea.
"You know, you normally have better judgment than this," she informs him dryly as he sneaks (or, attempts to sneak, anyway; his attempts to sneak in have gotten progressively less stealthy as the days go on) into the half-completed temple where she's ordering around children of Hephaestus to get everything in its proper place.
"Better judgment than what?" he asks innocently, wrapping his arms around her waist and drawing her close, despite the clipboard she half-heartedly shoves at his chest.
"Than interrupting me while I'm working!" Annabeth says exasperatedly. "No, wait, Dan, that window goes on the other side!" she adds over his shoulder the instant she spots an unlucky demigod headed the wrong direction.
"You mean…helping you relax when you're crazy stressed?" Percy retorts, smoothing her blonde curls away from her face so he can grin properly at her. And probably because he knows it's very hard for her to say no when he aims the full force of his puppy dog eyes on her.
"Don't make it sound smarter than it really is," Annabeth snorts, but she doesn't protest when he leans down to steal a kiss.
Or two. Or three, or four, or enough for her to lose count.
(The temple gets built. Slowly, but it gets built.)
a/n: thank you so much to everyone who's reviewed this! I really appreciate it, and I'd love it if you could review for this chapter as well :)
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