Hey guys, I'm back with another chapter. I am really getting slower not because of author's-block but because I have to update for so many stories(actually three) and I try my best to make the chapters more than a thousand words. Please don't hate me, but do comment on my writing. And please review!
I am adding another character in this, and he is not the same as he is in the Lost Child, which if you read you would know already by the description. They are completely different people, or should I dare say, immortals.
WARNING: Sexual items will be in this chapter. Read at your own will.
Annabeth
All she felt was pain. She couldn't feel or think, it was as if she had no body. Then, a figure emerged out of the flames. Silver eyed, straight jet black hair, two swords strapped to his shirtless back, the straps crossing over his chest like swords, bootcut jeans, or maybe skinny jeans, with black shoes. His eyes bore into her, and then she felt her arms and legs and hands and feet, as she stumbled back before regaining balance. "Hmm, you do seem interesting, little halfling." She couldn't turn away from him, her eyes glued to his dark silver ones, a silver the color of stars. He started walking towards her, and she took steps back. Her back hit something solid before his right hand slammed against the wall behind her, his palm next to the left side of her head. His other hand came up to gently cup her right cheek. "You will be fun to play with, my little halfling. Remember," he murmured, his breath stirring the hairs next to her left ear. "Remember, that you are mine, that you have and always will belong to me." He pulled back and everything vanished.
She opened her eyes, seeing a blue ceiling. It seemed normal, from all of the times she had come to the Poseidon cabin to sleep with Percy. She felt something warm around her waist and tried to turn, to see a sleeping figure with his arms around her. She was on Percy's chest, which was rising and falling with his even breaths. She looked at his calm expression, the worry and pain no longer etched on his face. The sunlight from the outside was covered by the curtains, pulled closed to let them sleep. His mouth was slightly open, and she had the urge to kiss him. It had been a while since she had slept with him in his cabin, watching him sleep as the light would pour in, waking him from his slumber.
"Annabeth." It was a whisper, stirring her hair as she felt the warm breath against her ear. She looked at him, his sea-green eyes staring back at her gray ones, and for a moment they just stared at each other. She didn't know who leaned in first, but then they were kissing, his lips cool against hers. It calmed her nerves, the kind of kiss that felt like sunshine and warmth. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her fingers tangling themselves in his jet black hair. His hands were on her waist, his arms wrapping around it, pulling her against him as her mouth opened against his. It filled her with warmth, making her feel safer than she had ever felt without him. He moved his hands from her waist to her hair, as she moved hers to his chest, pressing against it as they kissed each other.
She pulled back, enough to finally breathe in and gasp for breath. He did the same, and his eyes had something dark in the corners, giving him a strange look that she loved more than before. Their breathing was ragged, since their kiss had been for a long time before trying to breathe. "Percy." She whispered it, and his right hand came to cup her left cheek. She was on her elbows, keeping her weight off of him even though she knew he could carry it. She couldn't think straight with this much desire blooming in her. She could see the wanting in his posture, his body shaking because of the space between them. "I love you." She whispered, before she leaned down as he pulled her towards him. Their lips clashed together, and this time the kiss was different, a dark force hidden inside of it. His hands went to her hair as hers went to his waist, his slowly moving down her body as her hands went up his. The kiss was wild, his lips and tongue against hers without the gentleness of before. Percy nipped her bottom lip, and she felt a growl come from low in her throat. He smiled against Annabeth's lips in pleasure. She was not to be outdone, because she lightly brushed her top front teeth against his lower lip, making him moan into her mouth as his hands moved to her back. She bit his bottom lip and he shuddered against her, pleasure in making him shake in desire flying through her. Her hands shaped his back, her fingers brushing his bare skin under his shirt and he tightened his grip around her waist. She kissed him back fiercely before his lips traveled to the side of her lips, her cheek, her chin, the side of her upper throat, the vulnerable part of her throat as her hands explored his body under his shirt, his chest raggedly rising and falling as he kissed her. She wanted more, more of her Percy as her hands ran over his scars from battle. To her they were not his imperfections, but the very things that made him perfect. She could barely believe that he was hers, that she could kiss him and touch him as he did to her. She didn't want this to end, she thought, as his mouth found hers and his hands went to the end of her shirt, the tips of his fingers touching the sensitive bare skin there.
The door opened, and Annabeth pulled back to see Amy, eyes wide, with Nyssa behind her. Nyssa only looked for a second before looking away, knowing about their relationship as the entire camp knew, except for newcomers like Amy. Annabeth tried to roll off of Percy to the side of the bed, but his hands gripped her steadily as her looked at his sister. Amy looked at the ground, her face turning red. "Sorry, but I brought Nyssa so that she could start making the changes. I should've asked if you wanted me to have her do it now or later."
"It's fine, Amy." He said casually, as if she hadn't walked in on them at all. "We just need a moment or so, then we'll let her get started.
Nyssa nodded. "Sure thing, Percy. Take as long as you need." She walked outside with a red faced Amy behind her, closing the door behind them.
"Hmm." He said, looking back at her. "Not bad."
Annabeth felt her face burn. "What part? Her walking in or-?" She didn't finish the sentence because he had pulled her back down, his lips calm once again as the first time at the moment. She kissed him back gently before he pulled her up, ending the kiss.
"How about all of it?" He said with a smile, and she slapped his chest lightly, letting him know that she wasn't really mad. He laughed softly, making her body move up and down with his laughter. "Let's get up before Nyssa tells Chiron and he comes barging in with my dad." Annabeth laughed to that, and this time he let her get up and off of him before he did the same, pulling off his shirt to search for a clean one. She had seen him shirtless before, but she couldn't help but stare as he lifted it from his body, and it caught on his hair. She could see the muscles at work as if they were separate from him and chose to stay under his skin. He still had a good tan that covered his abs that jumped up as he pulled the shirt free, shaking his black hair as he pulled his arms out of it and threw it onto the bed. She felt disappointed as he slid an orange camp shirt over his scarred skin. "You ready?" He asked as he put on his shoes. She nodded and they both stepped out of the cabin, his right hand in her left as they held together in between them.
Okay this chapter was not much of a big one, but people told me and my brother that the excitement was great. Please review and again, the new character is not the same one as the one in the Lost Child. Of course, there might be more stuff in these chapter, so be prepared. Thanks for reading and tell me what you think.