Senior Year, 2nd Semester

Percy's doing work. Shocking, Annabeth knows. But he was asked to do an Honors Thesis in his Environmental Studies major and, adorably, he's thrown himself into his work. He's so proud, and Annabeth's so proud. From where he was six years ago, struggling to get off the ground, struggling to pass AP Environmental Studies, to where he is now, being asked to write an Honors Thesis at one of the top schools in the world, while swimming in Olympics, he deserves to be proud.

And his newfound determination in school is cute. Annabeth's gazed into his eyes and face as Percy explains his findings on the interactions between fish and other marine animals. She's also been on the boat when he went scuba diving down in the Caribbean for a research trip after the Olympics, which was really a treat.

Normally, Annabeth wants to encourage Percy to do work. Normally that'll be by getting him something to eat – she can't really cook, but Annabeth tries to make one or two things really well, and she can make a smoothie – or by helping him with his research or by letting him bounce ideas off of her. Or, of course, giving him head while he works. Not that that ever really made him work well, but it did encourage him to try to look studious at his desk.

Now, however, Annabeth's showered, shaved, even put some makeup on, and changed into one of Percy's big shirts with nothing else underneath. And, yeah, she's horny. Percy is at his desk, with his blue light glasses on (the ones Annabeth bought him because "Percy, the light is bad for your eyes" but really he just looks hot in them), and a tight tee shirt that emphasizes his bust, aka his pecs. And his arms. Which meant emphasizing his tattoos and veins.

Which makes him nigh-irresistible.

So she walks over to him. "Hey Seaweed Brain."

"Hey Wise Girl. Do you need anything?" He doesn't take his eyes off of work, which means he's really into it. Annabeth almost feels bad for what she's about to do.

"You."

"Well, I'm right here."

She nods in agreement, face still buried in his neck. "I know."

"Okay," he laughs. He doesn't even ask for head. Which is probably good because if he had, there's no way Annabeth could have refused. And as much as she could suck on his cock for a long, long time, that's not part of the plan.

He goes back to his work and Annabeth executes her plan. First, she snuggles into his warmth more. Sure, it can be seen as a cute move, but maybe she happens to grind a bit harder against his lap. Percy's still staring at his work, but she thinks he might be forced. She enacts step two, breathing heavily into his neck and ear, like she's trying to fall asleep. A step Annabeth would not have had even two years ago, she's added it recently after learning that Percy has a bit of a protective kink.

Well, that sounds stupid. She knew, of course, that Percy had a protective streak. Annabeth just didn't realize that he got turned on whenever she would curl up in his lap, or between his feet, things like that. Yes, that's basically a dominance kink, but Annabeth thinks its more than that. Or different. Or more and different. Percy likes protecting Annabeth and he likes it when she comes to him, seeking protection. It makes him feel needed, she supposes.

So now, in her plan, sometimes she pretends to try falling asleep on him. It works well, too, because Annabeth actually falls asleep like this, oftentimes reading a book behind his head. It keeps him on his toes. She'll stay like this for five or so minutes, occasionally "shifting" in his lap.

Once those minutes are up, Annabeth gives off a little whine. She's whining about not being able to fall asleep, but it's identical to the bratty whines she gives off. The ones he loves. "Percyyyy!"

"Yes, 'Beth?"

"I can't sleep."

"Probably because it's 2 in the afternoon on a Saturday."

"And we were out late last night and we both had morning practice this morning. I wanna sleep."

"Then keep trying."

"Can we move to the bed?" she pouts, both fake upset over not sleeping and upset upset over Percy's attention being firmly fixed on the computer.

"I've got work."

"Pleeaassseeee. You can do work tomorrow."

Percy looks over at her. He's still determined to do his work, which is absolutely adorable, and that means he's also determined to make sure Annabeth doesn't distract him. Which makes distracting him even hotter. "Really, Wise Girl? After all of those times chastising me to do work, you're pulling this now?"

Annabeth bites her lip and looks down at their laps, acting a bit more ashamed than she really is. Because yeah, no, she's not ashamed at all. She's only turned on. "I want to sleep. And I want cuddles."

"We are cuddling."

"In bed."

"I have work."

"I have boobs." And with that, Annabeth flashes her bare chest at him. She's smiling behind her – his – t-shirt. This isn't part of the plan, but Annabeth has learned from Percy to improvise. She bounces on his lap, giving his pants a bit of a break because they're being pressured from both sides now, and her chest jiggles in his face.

"Ah-Annabeth," Percy growls, struggling though, his erection obviously coming along nicely, his words getting caught in his throat. "I'm working."

She drops the tee and pouts again. His face is steeled, by now, though his stone mask of concentration was definitely broken there. His eyes, glazed over with lust, and his erection pressing against her muscled thigh, tell a different story. He wants her. He's also showing incredible restraint. If Annabeth weren't so desperately horny now, she'd be proud of him. "You don't like my boobies?"

"I love them, Wise Girl, but I'm working now."

"Okay, then you won't be distracted by me taking this off."

"No, Anna–"

It's too late, because Annabeth's stripped nude and his tee is lying halfway across their room. "Oops."

His eyes flicker down to her chest and his jaw hangs open ever so slightly. Which means Percy has become sufficiently distracted. Annabeth shifts, happily, in his lap. She waits for a moment, not doing anything, because she knows Percy loves to drink her in. And also because, per usual, it takes her a moment to get over her irrational panic of not being good enough for him.

But then, in a split second, his hand is on her throat. It's not an aggressive grip, like it will be later. It's a simple, firm grip, letting her know that if she wants to be a tease, Percy's not going to take it lying down.

"Really, Wise Girl?"

"You said you were working."

"And I need to not be distracted while working."

"Well, whatcha gonna do about it, Seaweed Brain?"