Annabeth Jackson giggled as she gripped his hand, looking both ways before shoving her husband into their bedroom.
"Annabe-" she cut him off as she pushed him against the door, wrapping her fingers in his hair and pulling him down for a kiss. Even in those stupid heels Piper had insisted she wear, he was still taller than her. He moaned into her mouth, his hands grappling with the many layers of fabric.
"Babe...people are going to wonder where we are-"
"Piper and Jason are distracting them," she breathed in his ear, her teeth raking along his lobe. He shivered and closed his eyes. She nuzzled his cheek, loving the way the bristles of his facial hair tickled her smooth skin.
"Returning the favor, huh?"
"I had to remind them that we covered for them when Jason dragged her away at their wedding. It took me telling Piper that I kept her dad on the dance floor for two songs before she agreed to help us. We've got fifteen minutes, at most."
"I can work with fifteen minutes." She tugged at his ear with her teeth as her fingers flew below his waist. He grunted as her hand dove into his slacks and gripped him in her palm.
"Oh shit," he whispered, his head leaning back against the wall. Annabeth dropped to her knees and his eyes flew open, locking with hers as she wrapped her lips around his head.
"Fuck baby you are so good at that." She smiled around his cock, her hand twisting around his shaft and pumping him eagerly.
"Annab-stop, I mean, come up here." He tugged her to her feet and kissed her hard, turning them so she was now backed against the wall. Percy growled as his hand dove under her dress.
"This damn dress! What is the point of all of this...fluff?"
"Dad wanted me to wear a big gown. You need some help down there," she asked with a smirk.
"When we get to the hotel I am going to spend the night under this skirt. There we are!" Her breathing hitched when his fingers found her lace panties. He shoved them aside and plunged two fingers inside her. Her knees buckled and she gripped his jacket as he leaned in close, one hand holding her skirts out of the way while the other thrust in and out of her.
"Percy!"
"Shh. Don't want anyone to interrupt us, do we Wise Girl?" She scowled and reached between them, gripping him tightly. He grunted but his hand didn't falter as he added another finger.
"Oh gods!"
"You going to cum for me, love?"
"Percy! I need you inside me...now!"
"Fuck Annabeth!" He spun her around, her hands pressed against the wall as he pulled the dress up and flung it over her head.
"Don't mess up my hair," she said crossly but Percy ignored her, pulling her panties to the side.
"Spread your legs for me," he said in a deep commanding voice that made her shiver. She did as she was told, trying her best not to wobble too much. Percy rubbed his cock against her wet folds a few times before he sank all the way inside her. He held her dress in his fist as he plunged into her, his balls slapping the backs of her thighs. For a brief moment she feared she would mess up her manicure as her nails scrabbled against the wall. To hades with my nails, she said to herself. Gods he feels incredible!
"You feel incredible, sweetheart," he muttered, echoing her thoughts. "Please tell me you're close!"
"Yes! Percy, please, don't stop!"
"Not stopping," he moaned. "Won't...ever...stop!"
"Percy!" On the next thrust her walls clenched around him so tightly, he couldn't move. Two more and he stilled inside her, his hands joining hers on the wall.
"Holy hellhounds," he whispered. Annabeth glanced down and sighed.
"And what are we going to do about this mess?" Percy glanced around the room and hurried over to the dresser. He yanked a few tissues out of the box and came back to her, quickly cleaning both of them up and straightening out her panties and her dress.
"And how is this mess," she indicated to her hair and face and he shook his head.
"No mess here. Just pure, unadulterated beauty."
"Look at you using big words, Seaweed Brain," she grinned as he tucked his shirt back in and zipped his pants.
"My wife has an impressive vocabulary."
"Flatterer." His smile lit up the room as he cupped her chin and gave her a sweet kiss.
"Ready to get back out there?"
"No wonder Grover and Juniper left their wedding early. These things are too long."
"Satyr weddings are even longer. Besides, Grover carried her away before the reception even started! Here." He fingered a stray curl, which had escaped from her intricate updo, and pushed it behind her ear.
"Let's return to our wedding reception, Mrs. Jackson." He took her hand, kissed it, and tugged her out of the dark room.
Jason's eyes found Percy's over Sally's shoulder. He nudged Piper, said something in her ear, and smiled at Sally and Paul as they excused themselves.
"We said fifteen minutes," Piper hissed.
"That was fifteen minutes."
"Bro, that was definitely almost thirty minutes," Jason showed them his watch.
"Who's counting the minutes, Grace? Come on, let's get something to eat, I'm starving."
"Annabeth, your hair! Come on, let me fix this mess." Annabeth and Percy traded looks as their friends dragged them in opposite directions.
All in all, it was a beautiful day. Percy would call it perfect but Annabeth was too much of a perfectionist for her to say everything had gone right. Still, it was as close to perfect as it could be. Poseidon had officiated while Percy and Annabeth said their vows next to the ocean. Beside her stood Thalia (who did not look happy to be in a dress), Piper, Rachel, and Estelle. Behind Percy, his mother and step-father stood together (Percy insisted on Sally being his "best woman", even though it was a little against the norm. "When are we NOT against the norm", had been his response and the naysayers were silenced) as well as Grover, Jason, and Tyson. After Percy dipped his bride low for a kiss, Poseidon and Athena both gave them their blessings and Percy lead Annabeth toward the beach house for their reception. Poseidon had gifted the house to his son long before the wedding and Annabeth had finally moved all of her things in last week. The patio was decorated beautifully, courtesy of her bridesmaids, while Apollo and the Muses played soft music to dance to.
As Percy was taking her hand for their first dance, Annabeth's cousin arrived late with a dwarf, an elf, and a scowling girlfriend in tow.
"I told you to just wear the blue jacket!"
"I hate blue," Magnus muttered and Alex rolled her eyes. "You look beautiful, Annabeth," he kissed his cousin's cheek.
"Cutting it a little close, cuz," she smiled.
"Because he doesn't know how to trust his girlfriend when she picks out his wardrobe! Look at me! I always look fabulous!" Percy's brow quirked at Alex's dress; first of all, he had never seen her in a dress before and secondly, she looked almost...normal. As normal as you could look with green hair, that is.
"You look awesome, Alex."
"Well thank you, Percy! See? Some people like my fashion sense," she hit Magnus's shoulder.
"I like your fashion sense, Alex," the elf said as he tightened his bow tie. "Ooh lovely, hors d oeuvres!" He hurried off toward the bar. The elf made a few hand gestures before following his friend.
"He says congratulations," Magnus nodded to the two of them.
"Rude! We interrupted their first dance! Take your bride and run, Jackson." Percy smiled at Alex and tugged Annabeth back toward the dance floor.
"I feel like we have been separated this whole reception. I just want you all to myself for a few minutes."
"Fine with me," she placed a hand on his cheek and Percy was lost in her loving gaze.
"So what do you think, Mrs. Jackson? Is today everything you dreamed it would be?"
"I wasn't one of those dewy-eyed school girls dreaming of her wedding," she snorted. Percy looked a little put out until she cupped his chin.
"And then I met you," she said softly. "And you changed me. Your love changed me."
"I kept thinking of this day when we were in Tartarus," he said, stroking her cheek with his knuckles. "I knew you would make the most beautiful bride but gods almighty, my thoughts didn't do you justice."
"So is today everything you dreamed it would be?"
"Better," he shook his head. "So much better than any dream. And now I can call you my wife."
"Now I can call you husband," she wrapped her arms around his neck and swayed her hips to the slow music.
Gods and mortals mingled, without having to worry about monster attacks or the world ending. Magnus and Alex chatted with Poseidon and Tyson; Alex was fascinated by Percy's cyclops brother and Tyson loved Alex's green hair. Estelle sat in the corner with Rachel and Ella and across the room, Leo was telling a funny story to Jason, Piper, Frank, Hazel, Reyna, Calypso, and Paul. Will had dragged Nico onto the dance floor and the two of them looked lost in their own little sunny world. Thalia and Grover were deep in conversation with Persephone, Demeter, and Hecate. Hearthstone and Blitzen were sipping from goblets and were laughing at something that Hermes was saying. Zeus and Hera had already left the party but Percy and Annabeth were fine with that. Annabeth managed to escape from Artemis's "if you change your mind about him, you would still make a great huntress" talk and joined her groom at the bar. Poseidon handed her a glass of champagne and smiled warmly.
"You look stunning, my dear."
"Thank you, Lord Poseidon."
"Can I ever convince you to call me Dad?"
"That's...highly unlikely, sir." The sea god chuckled.
"Ah well, at least call me Poseidon. You're family now. Well...technically you've always been family but-"
"Dad," Percy cut him off, wrapping his arm around his wife's waist. "Let's not start with the family ties headache, ok?"
"Right. Oh, did Tyson tell you, son? He and Ella are moving to New Rome soon."
"That's great, bro," Percy fist bumped with Tyson, which nearly sent him flying backward. "You guys will love it there."
"Makes me happy to see brother all the time!"
"Yeah… well, this is going to be my home now. Now that I'm a married god and all."
"Brother won't come visit?" Tyson's lip trembled.
"Oh of course I'll come visit you! I just won't be living in New Rome anymore. I'm living here, with Annabeth." He motioned to the beach house.
"I can come visit brother and Annabeth?"
"Of course you can, Tyson," Annabeth said happily. Tyson squeezed her tightly and she gasped for breath.
"Easy buddy," Percy came to her rescue.
"Sorry Annabeth," the young cyclops said in horror.
"It's ok, Tyson," Annabeth assured him as she rubbed her ribs. "I'm stronger than Percy thinks."
"I of all people know how strong you are," he said softly, fixing his eyes on her.
"Annabeth is my sister now," the young cyclops said happily. Percy laughed and nodded. It was strange to think that Annabeth had once hated all cyclopses, so the idea of one calling her sister was sometimes hard to imagine.
"Our home isn't that far away from New Rome. You and Ella are welcome any time."
"Thank you, sister. Thank you for making my brother so happy." Percy slipped his hand into hers and they exchanged a smile.
"So Percy, it looks like your sister finally knows your big secret. That or she just thinks she's hallucinating all day today," Alex asked with a smile, her eyes darting over to Estelle.
"She took it better than I expected. I have a feeling Mom and Paul have told her some things because she didn't seem that surprised. Though she has made me promise to introduce her to a mermaid soon."
"Hmph," Poseidon rolled his eyes. "Why people think mermaids are the greatest things in existence is beyond me."
"Blame Disney," Percy shrugged.
"In any case, we wanted her to know everything before the wedding," Annabeth said as she took a sip of champagne. "We knew we wanted all of our family to be here. Bobby and Matti have known about me for a long time. They gave Percy a hard time when he proposed."
"I only took it because they're her brothers," Percy shook his head. "But they warned me they would beat the shit out of me if I didn't take care of her and I almost laughed."
"So has Estelle met Grandpa Poseidon," Alex glanced at the god.
"She did and immediately asked me if I knew Ariel." The group laughed and sipped their champagne, sighing at the light breeze and the blissful moment passing over them.
The party lasted for hours but Percy and Annabeth gathered their bags, said their farewells, and prepared for their honeymoon.
Where does a god take his wife for a honeymoon? They'd had some difficulty choosing a place, since he had taken her around the world on numerous occasions but Annabeth had decided on a cruise and Percy had made all the arrangements. Percy hugged his mother and gently wiped away her tears.
"I never thought this day would come."
"Gee, thanks Mom."
"Oh stop. Percy… I was so afraid for you. All your life, I have been afraid for you, of what you would become and how it would affect your life. And every time I received a message that you were leaving on some dangerous quest… I thought I would never see you again. And then...that day. When Poseidon came to me that night… I don't generally pray, Percy, but I prayed to the gods that your new life would be a good one. That you would be happy. And I have never seen someone glow as you do when Annabeth is nearby." Percy smiled and glanced back at his wife, who was hugging her father and brothers.
"Yeah. She makes me kind of happy, I guess." Sally shook her head and embraced her son.
"I'm so proud of you, Percy. So proud of the man you have become."
"I would never have gotten here without you, Mom," he whispered in her ear. She squeezed back tears and cupped his face.
"I love you, Percy."
"I love you too, Mom. Thanks for everything." He hugged Paul and Estelle as Annabeth joined them.
"Be good to my daughter, Percy Jackson," Athena said softly. "I know you will," she said as he opened his mouth to speak. "But...well, I am her mother, after all."
"I know, Lady Athena," Percy bowed his head in respect. "I'll watch over her and love her for eternity."
"Go on son and enjoy your honeymoon," Poseidon clapped his shoulder. "I'll make sure you have calm seas and clear skies on your journey."
"Thanks Dad." He wrapped his arm around Annabeth's waist, shouldered her bag and winked at his father as they disappeared in a splash.
"So," Hermes said jovially. "Anyone else care to get in on the latest wager?"
"What wager," Athena raised her brow.
"If Annabeth comes back with a little god in her womb," Apollo tossed a golden drachma at Hermes. Poseidon slapped his own forehead and Sally's jaw dropped.
"You're making bets about my daughter," Frederick said in horror.
"Oh come now, Mr. Chase! Surely you're ready for a grandchild?" Frederick's face went a sickly shade of green and Sally shook her head.
"I'm actually a little surprised there hasn't been a wee demigod before now-" Apollo said under his breath.
"Enough, Apollo," Athena said sternly. "It is none of our business. You will not even mention such things to my daughter."
"For once, I agree with Athena," Poseidon nodded. "Leave the children to enjoy their time together in peace."
"What children? You're all getting too old to be grandparents," Hermes cackled.
"You're pushing your luck, Hermes," Poseidon growled. Hermes laughed and shrugged uncaringly.
"Suit yourself! But I've got twenty to one that she gets pregnant," he laughed as he raced off, presumably to encourage other gods to place their bets. Sally rolled her eyes.
"Gods. Honestly." Poseidon quirked a brow, which made her blush and murmur something about needing a piece of cake.
