A/N: Blah, blah, I own nothing. Enjoy!

The holy priest in charge looked suspiciously at the pair before him. A young lady stood calmly, her curly blonde hair pinned back neatly with strings of golden pink pearls, clad in a soft white silk gown. Her dress was much simpler than the other superfluous wedding dresses he had seen, but a deeper glance revealed the rich brocade of the dress and an insight into the young lady's background. Then there was the young man dressed in his regal blue military uniform with medals and ribbons in full display.

The two looked to be of the nobility class with their aristocratic garb, but why was he, a humble priest going on in years, holding this ceremony not in a grand hall but in his plain old chapel? Didn't the wealthy love throwing lavish parties to show off their wealth? Where were the other guests? Where was the free flowing alcohol? So many questions unanswered.

The curious priest peered at the couple. Could they be eloping in secrecy? Perhaps the young man had gotten the lady pregnant? If so, he would give them an ear lashing about the dangers of eloping-

"Ah, there they are." The military man grinned as the doors to the chapel opened.

To the priest's relief, a man and woman emerged. They were most likely the young woman's parents, about to stop her from marrying this obviously rogue-ish cad and from ruining her life.

"We apologize for being late, Friedrich was absolutely insistent on finishing up his research on the three-legged whatever-you-call-it before we set off here." The woman apologized.

"It's the three legged dracanae! Most dracanae have only two legs yet our history often alludes to this mysterious-" The man ranted.

"Father, please, your one single daughter and our one and only sister is about to be married, and you've come late to the ceremony ranting about three-legged monsters."

"Yeah, remember when you said Annabeth would never be married off? Better do it quick before the Earl comes to his senses and runs off!"

A pair of teenage younger twin brothers came behind the middle aged woman and man. The bride glared at the twins, whose giggles immediately stopped at her scowl.

"Truly, Friedrich, can't we just focus on the marriage for once? Ah here Annabeth, we've brought you a flower bouquet. I know we're planning the reception for the weeks after, but a bride simply can't get married without a lovely bouquet." The lady elegantly passed over a small posy of fragrant roses.

"Ah thank you."

The priest looked confusedly between all the rowdy characters who had suddenly gathered in his simple and peaceful chapel. So these two were the couple's parents? And they actually approved? The elderly priest peered over his glasses at the groom. Well, his medals did vouch for the groom's skills, but he didn't like the groom's mischievous glint in his green eyes. It made the priest want to suddenly lock up all the silver candle holders in the cupboard for safekeeping.

"Pardon us for the intrusion, are we late? Ah, you may stay outside and guard the chapel." The new male voice called out to some people behind him. Guards, the priest believed he had heard.

The newcomers stepped in and the priest nearly had a heart attack. At his elderly age, such guests should be prudent of his health! Someone who appeared to be the crown prince and his famed fiancee had stepped onto the scene. And was that one of the princesses as well? The one with the spiky black hair and preferred to wear black on her wedding day?

Was he seeing things in his old age? Perhaps it was time to put down the priesthood robes and spend a nice retirement attending his medicinal herb garden or teaching the next generation of priests how to use holy power against monsters.

The crown prince nodded his head and the future crown princess curtsied elegantly. The priest felt his legs quiver as he bowed lowly. For all of his humble existence in life, he had never encountered such high nobility. For the royals themselves to visit, just who were the couple he was supposed to wed today?

"Shall we begin?" The groom prompted politely as the case of characters settled inside the chapel.

The priest collected himself. "Ahem, ah yes. Today, we are here in blessed matrimony or the union of..."

Percy couldn't help grinning at Annabeth, who smiled widely back. He'd always thought that the woman Queen Amphitrite would force him to marry would undoubtedly be pretty but a slave to the royal Atlantis family. Annabeth was far more striking in her simple bridal attire than any of the brides the Atlantis Queen could procure.

The elderly priest's voice was on the feeble side but the chapel was small enough that all the attendees could hear.

The reason why they chose such a small chapel over the big ones was that the larger chapels couldn't hold a wedding ceremony on such short notice. By the time they got permission, news would arrive from the Atlantis Empire decreeing which hapless woman Percy was to marry. They could hold a larger affair once they sent proof of the marriage back to the Atlantis Empire right after the current certification.

"Do you, Earl Perseus Jackson, take Lady Annabeth Chase to be your dearly beloved wife, until death do you part?" The question was posed.

"I do." His fingers were steady as he slipped a platinum ring of delicately set diamonds next to the emerald engagement ring on her hand.

"And do you, Lady Annabeth Chase, take Earl Perseus Jackson to be your dearly beloved husband, until death do you part?"

Annabeth's grey eyes sparkled even in the dim light of the chapel. "I do." A slim band of gold fit neatly over his ring finger.

"Then I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the -"

Percy didn't wait for the priest to finish before pulling Annabeth into his arms. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, eagerly receiving the kiss he angled onto her lips. Soft, warm, inviting. So pleasant was it to just hold Annabeth in his arms without caring for anyone else in the room that he almost forgot they weren't alone in the chapel.

Almost, was the key word.

"Ahem. Perhaps you should save that for your wedding night," coughed out Jason.

Out of the corner of his eye, Percy caught a fuming Baron Chase, held back only by the presence of the Olympian royals and the calm but tight grip of Baroness Chase holding his hand.

Reluctantly, the newlyweds broke apart. "Shall we, my lady?" He held out his arm for his new and beautiful bride.

Annabeth linked her arm with his. "Let's go, Your Grace."

There wasn't a parade of common folk lined outside the chapel like some noble weddings had. But Thalia and Leo's newly made rice tossing contraption gave as good as they could, pelting rice and colorful petals in the air.

Perhaps working too well, as Percy spat out a few petals and rice grains expertly lobbed by Princess Thalia. Privately, he thought Leo's rice machine could really be reworked as a nice war machine, judging by how accurately the rice was being thrown.

Thalia grinned as Percy led Annabeth to the carriage. "Have fun at night, you two! Not too much fun though!" She called out, uncaring of her princess status. A few of the lesser experienced guards pinched their expressions at her words.

"Oh, I'm sure we'll have plenty, perhaps even more than you and Luke will have!" Annabeth called back.

Thalia grinning while General Luke coughed in embarrassment was the last scene they saw as the newlyweds slipped into the carriage.

"You never cease to surprise me, either through your words or actions, my lady." Percy wrapped one arm around her shoulders as she snuggled closer.

"And you never will cease to be surprised," promised Annabeth.

In fact, she startled him just then by slipping one palm underneath his military overcoat. Percy's breath caught in his throat as her hand ventured lower from his pecs to his abdomen. A growl escaped his throat as her dainty hand touched a quickly growing bulge between his thighs.

"You better be prepared if you keep that up," he warned as desire ran rampant throughout his body. He moved her onto his lap smoothly, relishing the little noise of surprise that she made when he had her straddle him. He purposefully nudged his hardness between her thighs, revealing just how much he wanted her.

"I think, Your Grace," she gasped out as he nuzzled the soft skin of her neck, "You should be prepared as well."

Percy grinned as Annabeth pulled his face to hers for a much deeper kiss. Her lips tasted so sweet, so tempting like a fine wine aged for twenty three years until he came along to be the first and only man to drink the liquor. His tongue delved into her mouth, demanding control. But Annabeth was never one to be dominated, sucking and nibbling back until his every sensation was a mess.

Damn, he was utterly enraptured by the woman in his arms. If he just tugged off his annoying coat and pulled up her skirts, Percy had no doubt he would easily lose to her temptations and ride her until her throat was hoarse from screaming his name. That would be a perfect deterrent to any men within hearing range from thinking they could pull Annabeth to their sides.

Annabeth mewled as he suckled on a patch of skin by her neck, unknowing that he was deliberately making a mark there with his lips, tongue, and teeth. Oh, she'd kill him once she discovered the kiss mark, but Percy would ensure she was more than satisfied on their wedding night first. A quick romp on the bumpy carriage ride would not do for their first love-making, but he would slowly seduce her until she was absolutely needy in desire before receiving him. There will be other times for quick flings in places other than their private chambers. Perhaps then his death at her hand would be quick instead of slow and torturous.

That didn't mean he couldn't still tease her before they arrived at their destination. Percy took a handful of her delightful rump, savoring the plumpness. He was going to take his time in getting acquainted with every part of her body.

Annabeth ground her hips against him, smirking as desire flashed through his eyes. It may not have been the best idea to have her sit so firmly on his lap.

My, oh my, how she liked to push his buttons. Or rather, unbutton his clothing in this case as her fingers were quick in doing. He had to stop her from unbuttoning his shirt all the way. It would be a hassle to button them up again when the carriage stopped, and he didn't need all his servants to see both his wife and him half undressed.

By the time they emerged from the carriage in front of Percy's mansion, their attire was slightly unkempt despite their best attempts to smooth out the wrinkles. The servants wisely made no change to their expressions, although a couple of the younger and less discreet maids would soon pass the rumor to maids of other households that the Earl was so enamored with his new Countess that they made love before they even arrived at the marriage bed. Bed before wed, some would even venture to say.

"Would you like a bath, Your Grace and Mistress?" The butler asked.

Percy noticed that Annabeth startled a bit. Well, she would get used to being the Mistress of the house soon.

"A bath would be nice, thank you." Annabeth sent a half-apologetic and half-teasing look to Percy, who was really quite wishing all the people would go away or magically disappear so he could take her to his bed right away. "There seems to be an inordinate amount of rice and petals in my hair."

Percy sighed. Just when he had been looking forward to getting started with the nightly activities with Annabeth.

"Very well, a bath it is."

"I know I said a bath would be nice, but I didn't mean a bath together," Annabeth commented.

Percy sat behind her in the bathtub, tucking her head underneath his chin. "It's called water conservation, my dear. Saves the maids' energy from carrying and heating water for two separate baths up all those stairs. Don't you feel any sympathy for them and their poor backs?"

"Sympathy and poor backs, my ass. You just wanted to see me naked sooner," she accused as she batted away a stealthy hand inching towards her chest.

Luckily, there were plenty of foamy bubbles in the bathtub, hiding her embarrassment from being seen completely nude before she was ready for it. Despite all her talk for being prepared, there was some part of her that was still unsure. It was one thing to be in control of oneself while seducing another, but quite another thing to willingly allow oneself to be seduced.

Somehow the heat of his hand touching her skin was warmer than the steamy bathwater. Even more so when his hands deliberately grazed against her hardening nipples, promising a glimpse of what they planned to do to her later.

The maids' poor backs? Annabeth had a feeling she should worry about her own back by the time she and Percy were done for the night.

"Guilty as charged." He directed his attention away from her chest and proceeded to massage her shoulders, working soapy bubbles onto her skin. "Am I not allowed to do so, my lovely wife?"

Really, what a sneaky husband he was.

Annabeth smiled lightly at the word. Husband. A few months ago she would have done something certainly unladylike towards whoever declared himself to be her future husband so boldly, perhaps something like castration. And now she wanted nothing more than the hardening length between her husband's thighs to plunge in her.

"As long as you keep massaging me, my husband. That carriage ride was quite...stimulating."

Percy kissed the right side of her temple. "Of course. Do you require my services elsewhere?" His hands dipped dangerously below the water, skimming the sides of her torso.

She gasped out loud when she felt him touching her there. Skillful fingers explored her folds, places she'd never touched before while his other hand pressed against her lower torso to prevent her from escaping the mind-numbing waves of pleasure he was causing. But the frustrating man wouldn't go any further, deliberately avoiding her clit or going deep inside where she wanted to feel his fingers. Water sloshed where his fingers slyly rubbed against her slick folds. Her hips instinctively began to push up. Then, his fingers vanished back to massaging her shoulders, leaving her wanton and bare in frustration.

Enough was enough. Annabeth turned around and wrapped herself around him, pressing their bare chests together. "I think I would prefer your services in bed, Your Grace."

His hand cupped her right breast, thumb circling the little hard nub. Annabeth felt her back arch as he squeezed lightly.

"What my lady wants, she gets."

Her husband lifted her up and headed towards the bed.

A/N: Yay surprise update! Really surprised I had access to this site during vacay. Hope ya'll are having a lovely holiday season! Looking forward to 2020.

I hope these spicy scenes were worth the wait, with more spiciness promised in the next chapter.

Goals for 2020: Maintain at least a biweekly update schedule for my other stories, exercise more, and work on not starting a bunch of stories with really good plots but never finish them on time. RIP my old stories, new plot ideas and my poor readers waiting for updates. Thanks for reading y'all.