A/N: Wrote this board at the conference (that is an event that I was attending/my vacation) I am attending. This is my first time writing smut so please go into this expecting the worst thing in the world. Constructive ciritsm is wanted!

Annabeth collapsed in bed. Her worries about nightmares long away from her mind as she falls asleep.

The dream starts with Annabeth and Piper sitting in the stables of the Argo ll, right where Percy and Annabeth "slept" a night or so ago.

"It was so amazing that you found the Mark of Athena that was again amazing dear," Piper says, caressing Annabeth's cheek.

"I know it was hard to do, let alone complete it. I would have never known the-"

Piper kissed Annabeth, kissed her with the passion only a daughter of Aphrodite could cause. Annabeth's head was spinning, she kissed back with what she hoped was at least with some of the passion she was giving. The next thing she knew they were making out. Both of their hands are searching, discovering, and remembering, everything about their bodies.

Annabeth fell back, her back hitting the hay that was spread on the floor, Piper fell on top of her. They broke apart breathing hard, flush dancing across their skin like the wildfire of the desire they both have for each other.

"We can stop here or do you want to go all the way? I am fine either way. What are you ready for?" Piper asks.

"Let's do it. Of course if you are also ready."

"Yeah I am ready, do you want to go first or do you want me to go first? Again I am okay either way."

"What do you feel about it?"

"If you are okay with it, I would like to do you first."

"That sounds great to me."

"Let me know if you want to stop anytime all you have to do is say something or stop me. Okay?"

"Okay."

They go back to making out, this time taking off each other's clothes while doing so. Shirts were thrown to the corner and shortly after shorts followed them.

"You still doing okay?" Piper asks, her braid is messed up, the feather that was there earlier long gone. Her eyes shifting colors, Annabeth's eyes nowhere near seeing that. Her beautiful dark skin flushed with passion. The body of hers looking unflawed, a body most girls would kill for. From her muscled stomach to her arms to her chest, everything sculpted to perfection. She could bring shame to Aphrodite.

Piper doing the same. Annabeth's curly blonde hair fell like a halo around her head. Her tanned skin flushed, her body is the most perfect thing Piper had ever seen.

"Yeah, I am okay, you?"

"Good, you still want-"

"Yes, you're still good too, right?"

"Yes"

"Okay."

"Annabeth, I am going to take off your underwear, okay? Are you good with that?"

"Yeah, I am."

"Okay let me know if you ever get uncomfortable."

Piper undoes Annabeth's bra and throws it with the rest of their clothes. And then her hands slide down to the hem of her underwear, Piper looks to Annabeth again to make sure it is okay, and this is something she wants. Annabeth meets her gaze and nods. Piper slowly takes them off. Slowly pulling them down and off they went with the test of the clothing.

"You still okay? We can stop here if not." Piper asks, taking the sight of Annabeth. Sure, she had seen her in her underwear but this feels different. Annabeth is now completely bare and in a way vulnerable.

"I am fine. . .if you were comfortable, I would feel better if you were also naked."

"Yeah, I am down," Piper says, taking her underwear and throwing them with now all the clothes. "You ready?"

"Yes, please Piper I don't think I could wait another fucking second. Fuck me. Right now."

Piper did as she was told. Her hand is going to a place she knows very well. Annabeth felt as though she was thrown into the ocean of passion. "Oh! Do it again."

"Of course, anything for my good girl."

'Oh my Gods', Annabeth thought to herself. The way it rolled out of Piper's mouth made her feel weak to the fire of lust. The way she called her 'good girl' made the pleasure turn into the wildest fire. A fire she didn't even know could be created.

Piper's hands were amazing, hitting the right places. Her tongue makes her feel great. The praise and being called slut was making her feel like she was being blessed by the god of passion. She finally was climaxing.

"I-ah-mhm."

"Use your words my little slut."

If the praise that was told to her before was not doing it enough this surely was. It gave one last push and. . . she woke up.

'WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT KIND OF DREAM?!' Before she could ponder more she heard Percy calling her name.