Disclaimer: All characters belong to Rick Riordan. Storyline is mine.

Chapter 36

Percy

"I'm not going to lie. I kind of wanted to see Calypso fight them."

She scowls at me and rolls her eyes. "Not funny."

She pulls out of my arms and I catch her again, wrapping my arms around her from the back. "You're right. I'm sorry."

She bites her lip and I can tell she's on the verge of crying.

"No no no no. Don't cry. Please don't. That wasn't funny at all."

I turn her in my arms and grip her tighter. "I don't care what anyone says, and while it's easier said than done, you shouldn't either. I love you. That's all that matters in the end, right?"

She nods but her eyes are still shining.

"Hey, seriously love. I just want you to be okay and I'll do anything."

"I just hate that I've become the kind of person that cares. It's like before all of this, I was strong and independent. The fact that I crumbled under a few words just proves how pathetic I am."

I shake my head and cup her cheeks.

"No, of course not. You are the strongest person I know. Just because you let a couple of words get through the steel wall you always keep around yourself doesn't mean you're weak."

She just shakes her head and pushes me back by my chest. I quickly grasp her hips and pull her back to me, meeting her lips with mine. I want to show her, I want to make it better, I want to kiss her until the hateful words don't mean anything.

She doesn't resist me, she just holds onto me for dear life. Her arms slip under mine and meet behind my back, applying pressure to my spine.

Her lips gently mold to mine and the passion and need usually present doesn't show it's face. It's slow and it's comforting. I pull her hips until our hipbones are touching, needing her to be closer, yet knowing I will never be satisfied. Her hands slide down, down, down until they reach the hem of my shirt. She slips them under and I gasp at the coldness her fingers spread along my back.

"Oh Gods," the groan slips out of my lips and I feel her smile against them.

"Is your mom home?" she asks.

"No," I reply.

She pushes me down onto the bed and smiles at me wickedly before reaching for the neck of my shirt, pulling it up over my head.

She straddles me and looks down at my chest, running her hands appreciatively on my lower stomach. I laugh and catch them, bringing her fingers to my mouth and lightly kissing each one.

A whimper leaves her beautifully puckered lips and she throws her head back, looking like every mans sweetest dream.

"Annabeth," I sound the neediest I ever have in that moment.

I slip a finger under her untucked shirt at her hips and raise my eyebrows. Her eyes are stormy as she looks down at me, nodding. My hands span on her shirt, feeling her warm skin erupt in goosebumps.I shift one hand up to the nape of her neck and release the button.

Her eyes are almost unsettling as I tug it up and over her head, throwing it on the ground by my bed.

I gasp and try to memorize every slope and curve of the image in front of me. The white lace gives her an angelic appearance even though everything we are doing is far from it.

She sets her hands by my head and leans down, connecting every part of our torsos. Her soft parts contour to my hard ones and my hands grasp at her waist, hoping to keep her as long as I can. Her hair falls to one side of us when she kisses my neck and follows the path up to my lips.

Her hips try their hardest to avoid meshing with mine, but I pull them down, lining them up with mine. She gasps and her back subtly arches is response.

Her voice is breathless as she says, "We can't."

I groan and answer, "I know, but it doesn't mean we can't limit ourselves to a little bit of indulgence."

I grind my hips up into hers and she gasps, her hands going to my arms, leaving little crescents from her nails.

"So perfect."

.::.

When it finally becomes unbearable, we stop before taking it the farthest we can, and our clothes must come back on, along with our restraint.

I fight the urge to come up behind her and kiss the nape of her neck as she adjusts her skirt and buttons the back of the blouse.

She looks over her shoulder at that moment and smiles at me, making me want to seduce her again.

I smile back and wink as I sit on my bed, reclining on my hands.

She comes to stand between my legs, setting her hands on my shoulders. "Thank you," she whispers.

I wrap my around around her legs and set my head on her flat stomach.

"I would do anything for you, I love you."

She body caves and she lands in my lap, hugging me to her.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I can't say that yet. I'm sorry I'm such a bad girlfriend. I'm sorry everyone hates you because of me."

I shake my head and can't seem to find a way to get her to stop. Every negative word that leaves her mouth makes me want to kiss it better.

"Please stop. It hurts me to hear you tearing yourself apart. Any person who hates me for being with someone like you is not someone I want or wish to be around. I love you! It doesn't matter that you don't say it, because every time that I do say it, it's because my love grows for you just a little more."

She kisses my neck and sniffles a little. I look at the wall blankly, never expecting our insecurities to get the best of this relationship. Because as much as I tell her to take her time, I want to hear those three words come out of her mouth more than anything.

I sigh and hold my fragile girl of steel.

.::.

"Is she okay?" Calypso asks.

"I don't know. I'm just worried."

"Understandable."

"I feel like it's more than just about petty cheerleaders and school. This goes deeper."

Calypso's side of the call goes silent until I hear her gasp.

"Of course!"

My eyebrows furrow and I'm confused. "What?"

"Her mom."

"Does she know about me?"

The line goes silent once again.

"Oh Gods." Does she want to be with me?

"I'm sorry. She really wants to tell her but you don't realize. Her mom is scheming and will stop at nothing to ruin something if it stops Annabeth from following the path she has already paved for her."

"Maybe I should just let her go. Let her figure her stuff out without being a distraction." I feel my stomach drop at the thought. I can't do that. I just know I can't.

"No no no. Stop being the hero Percy, she needs you."

"Did her mom know about Luke?" I ask, already dreading the answer.

"Yes, but she knows that Annabeth doesn't love him. He didn't threaten her plan."

I groan and lay back.

"So what's our plan?" I ask.

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