Bianca

"There," she said pulling away from the kiss. " now that's out of the way." She grinned, looking at Jason's stunned face. "Oh, come on now. There's nothing wrong with a kiss."

"Um nothing, I suppose I'm just used to going out of my way to get anything like that."

"What, are you saying I'm easy?"

Jason pursed his lips; He nodded head left and right in thought.

"Oh you dick! Shut up,"

Jason looked at her. "But I didn't say anything."

"Mhmm, you implied it."

"Well even if you were 'easy'. That's not necessarily a bad thing."

Bianca sighed. "I'm not. I can be very choosy. But I meet my needs. And I don't like to play around."

Jason nodded. "Well, that's good."

Several seconds of silence passed.

"So," Bianca broke the silence. "Back to the original topic—"

"Yeah, is your sister a prude?" Jason shifted his whole body to face Bianca. "I told her a panty dropping hero story about Percy and still nada."

Bianca sighed. "No, she's just scared. She's been hurt before and is trying to guard herself. At least that's my best guess. I mean I've been hurt too but we each took different paths to heal."

"Well, we've all had our hearts broken."

Bianca looked around and leaned close. "It's more than that."

Jason frowned. "What do you mean?"

"I don't really know all the details for her. But I do know her ex was pretty abusive. I mean, she can kick some serious ass, but this guy... well she held her own long enough but finally she got out. I didn't even know until after she finally broke up with him otherwise he would have had me to deal with. Nobody messes with my little sister."

Annabeth

She ran down the beach, feet splashing into the waves.

"I think I win," Percy walked over to her. They stood knee deep in the ocean.

"Well, you got a head start," Annabeth put her hands on her hips, panting. "If this was a fair race I definitely would have beat you."

"You sure about that?" Percy laughed.

She nodded. "Oh, yeah." She couldn't help but look at his bare chest and large biceps.

A tattoo wrapped around his arm and shoulder; The image was of a compass, map and rope across his bicep. There was an eagle flying over an anchor, it's talons gripping a trident and a pistol. It was intricate in its detail. Her eyes trailed down his visible abdominal muscles.

Is that a scar? A faint line dragged down his side at a diagonal, like an arrow pointing to his member.

He wore black swim trunks, and they were wet. They clung to his body and groin. She bit her lip.

Look away, she chided herself.

Annabeth looked out at the crashing waves. She bent down to touch the water and splashed Percy, turning around and running back.

"Rematch!" She hollered.

She was halfway back to the umbrella when he grabbed her around the waist, and pulled her down with him into the sand. She sat up and dusted herself off.

"You're a cheater you know?"

Percy laughed and stood. "You splashed me! I'd say that's also the mark of a cheater."

He held out his hand to help her stand. She took it and he pulled herself up.

"Bull shit! This isn't football. I never tackled you!"

"As if you could," he taunted.

Feigning outrage, Annabeth gasped. "Challenge accepted. I took kickboxing for 4 years." She held up four fingers. "I'm going to get you when you least expect it."