A/N: Hello everyone! I finally, finally have something for you guys and can you believe it's a request? kitcaz on tumblr asked for this one a really long time ago. I've tweaked it a tad bit, but I think it worked. It's the sequel to "Mad" in which we see Annabeth's side of the fight. I'll be the first to admit it's a little shitty, but meh.

Squirm

It was one of Annabeth's favorite things in the world. Watching Percy squirm as she yelled at him. His eyes darkened to a forest green and his jaw locked, and she could see the telltale sings of a Percy starting to feel turned on.

Oh, he thought she didn't notice. Her sweet, adorably dense Seaweed Brain. He honestly thought she didn't notice. He tried to hide it, he thought she would be mad if she found out. It had never crossed his mind that maybe, it was just as hot to her. He didn't even imagine that half the times she picked a fight was to see his eyes burn into her skin, to see the scenes playing out behind his lids.

It was thrilling, the energy that crackled between them, the anticipation that built up with every poorly suppressed groan that escaped his lips every now and then. He wiggled uncomfortably in his seat. Well, he would, she thought with a smirk. Too many times she'd seen him pull pillows to his lap or rush to hide behind the counter to miss his discomfort, miss the effect her yelling had on him.

And sometimes, oh, sometimes she could see it so well, by the dark look in his eyes, the tension in his shoulders, his slow, careful breathing. She could see him undressing her in his head, pushing her up against the wall, bending her over the counter, and her voice would get so high she had to stop and take a breath before it turned into a shriek. She'd catch his eyes fleeting down her body when he thought she wasn't looking, and there was so much want, so much promise in them, it'd make her breath hitch.

It's a wonder he seemed so surprised by it. Fighting was such a fundamental part of their relationship, it had been there from ground zero. They had fought when they disliked each other, fought when they had liked each other, it was always somehow there. So was it really such a surprise that it would have made its way into this area of their love life?

She could see that, she was smart, she was a daughter of Athena, even if her quick wits were being used in less than Athenian purposes. But Percy was Percy, smart, sure, but oblivious. He was too busy being caught between scared and turned on to pay attention to her eyes darkening, her breath quickening, her hands clenching to keep from reaching out.

She could. She could, of course, end this game of cat and dog, give up this ridiculous fights she forgets the reason halfway through the rant and give in to all the voices in the back of her head screaming at her to just freaking jump him already. But she knew the moment she did, even her dense Seaweed Brain would catch up and she could so see him using that against her every chance he got. She'd never manage to be mad at him again if he resorted to that kind of shutting her up. She wanted to keep that hold over him a little longer.

And she liked watching him squirm, all hot and bothered and hanging by a thread. There was nothing hotter than seeing him slowly lose his cool until he was struggling to keep control, fingers digging on his palms and jaw clenching so tight sometimes he'd growl. There was something so raw and intense mixing with that whole aura of power that naturally surrounded him that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

So she picked stupid fights and yelled at him more than what was probably fair. He would catch up on it, eventually. Percy was slow, not stupid. One day he'd actually look at her and see he's got as much effect on her as she does on him and honestly, a part of her can't wait.

But for now, watching him squirm is amusement enough.