Aaaaand done! I finished this chapter faster than I thought I would, so enjoy the early-ish update! Hope you enjoy!
(Alternative title: Percy is a thigh guy)
It was a red wine stain. Because, of course, it was a red wine stain. Percy was glad he had to foresight to buy club soda and keep clean rags nearby, but kneeling on the ground, half hard, while drunk people danced in a circle around him was a less than ideal situation.
The stain faded to a light pink before Percy lost his patience. "I think it's good," he told Grover, adding a quick, "Just please keep the wine in the kitchen," before racing to the bathroom and furiously scrubbing his hands in the sink.
After drying off, he quietly opened the door to his bedroom, taking a deep breath to fake composure. In his mind, he was vibrating from nerves, firing thoughts that bounced off the walls of his brain and ricocheted into his heart and hands. Annabeth was standing at his desk, studying a framed picture of him, his mom, and his sister. Percy couldn't help but melt at the soft smile on her face.
He shut and locked the door behind him just as gently as he opened it, and when Annabeth looked back over her shoulder, Percy felt his heart start beating triple time. Every feeling, every emotion came rushing to his head, downward; he was going to do this. Percy was not going to chicken out. His seduction skills were rusty, but they were still there, way down deep; he doubted he would have to try that hard, given the past two(?) hours, but he still wanted to woo her. Annabeth Chase deserved to be wooed.
"Hi," Percy said, sticking his hands in his back pockets as he slowly walked up to her. He never got much of a chance to admire her backside, how her prominent shoulder blades were smooth and decorated with little moles, the way her figure flared into full hips and slender legs. The black of her dress did wonders for Percy's imagination, but all he wanted to do was take it off.
Percy wrapped his arms around Annabeth's waist and pulled her in until her back pressed against his chest. She felt warm in his grasp. Perfectly fitted underneath his nose so he could inhale the scent of her hair—strawberry, maybe, and honey sweet all around. Annabeth tilted her head to the side and pushed her ass backward until their hips were flushed. Percy's breath staggered in his throat.
"Hello," Annabeth giggled softly, tracing her fingers over his sleeve cuffs. Her thumb and forefinger fiddled with the button until the cuff unclasped. "Got everything cleaned up?"
"Mhm," he hummed, pulling the curls from her shoulders and pressing his lips against the side of her neck. The wine in his rug would definitely stain, but that was a problem for the morning—he was off work tomorrow anyway. He could pull Annabeth apart, feeling the heat radiated from Annabeth's skin underneath the soft texture of her velvet.
"That's good," she whispered, sliding her hands over his as he began to touch her stomach and rib cage. She flinched when his index finger slid over her belly button, and Percy made a mental note to remember she was ticklish.
"What is?" He continued to leave kisses in the shallows of Annabeth's collarbone; listening to the soft noises that escaped her made his pants feel tight. "Me cleaning it up or me touching you?"
One of his hands trailed down her waist as Percy's other hand grazed her stomach until he cupped one of her breasts. She whimpered, tilting her head back to rest against his shoulder. "Both."
She wasn't wearing a bra. Had she been wearing one earlier? Percy glanced around the floor before his eyes landed on the strapless black garment lying near the foot of his bed.
"Did you already take your bra off?" Percy asked, pressing his lips against her temple. "Eager, aren't we?"
He pinched her nipple, and Annabeth yelped, pushing his hand harder onto her breast. She felt full, hot, heavy in his grasp, the perfect size to massage with his mouth. He sated himself by attaching his lips underneath her ear, waiting for her answer.
"I did. I thought it would get in the way." Annabeth removed a hand from his arms and slid it back into his hair, tugging hard and making Percy choke back a groan he hadn't been expecting to escape. "It was digging anyway," and she turned his head to kiss him.
It was sloppy, given the angle, more tongue than lips, and Percy's grip tightened on her thigh at the butterflies sent coursing through his bloodstream. He dragged his other hand down her thigh and underneath her dress, grazing his middle finger lightly over her panties. To the touch, she was warm and damp; at the revelation, he kissed her harder. She sighed into his mouth and squeezed Percy's arms to urge him to keep going, the other hand sliding down the back of his neck when her lips found his chin and jaw.
Percy pinched and rolled her nipple as he softly brushed over her clit through cloth, and he reveled in the moan she buried in his shoulder. His death, big and little. She would be the cause of both.
"God, you're beautiful," Percy said, hooking a finger under the strap of her dress. He placed a kiss in its vacancy, his fingers growing more intentional in exploring Annabeth's arousal, rubbing slow little circles that made Annabeth's knees buckle underneath her. "Is this okay?"
"Yeah," was the most he could get in response. He dipped his hand underneath the lace of Annabeth's underwear to feel how wet she was against his fingers before he resumed rubbing up and down her slit. And while Percy was never much of a talent for multitasking, he slipped his other hand into the neckline of her dress until he could palm her naked breast, squeezing heartily.
"You're so wet for me," Percy said, dipping into her soaked folds before pressing the tip of his finger against the bundle of nerves at the top. A broken noise escaped Annabeth's throat, more a sob and gasp than words, and Percy's cock jumped.
"You—" Annabeth tried, tilting her head further back into his shoulder when he pressed again, "you've been teasing me all night."
Percy chuckled darkly as his fingers slipped back further, gently circling her slick entrance. "I've been teasing you? Annabeth, do you know what you in this little black dress have been doing to me?"
As if to see for herself, Annabeth arched her back and pushed her ass further into his crotch, rubbing the bulge straining against the front of his jeans. Her breath hitched, and he pinched her nipple again, molding his lips to her temple.
"So I see." Her hand fell from his neck to run down the arm across her body. "Do something about it, then."
Percy removed his hand from her underwear and flipped her around until Annabeth's lower back was pressed against his desk. Her hand flew out to grasp the edge for support. Facing him, Percy got to see the deep flush flowing from her cheeks to her neck and chest, how her pink lips parted around a gasp, the glaze over her dark eyes, and the thick eyelashes she gazed up at him through. And every nerve in his body wanted her; every cell wanted Annabeth to know he wanted her.
They crashed together, pulling at clothes and pushing hips closer. Annabeth's tongue licked heavily against Percy's bottom lip as she undid all his buttons and shucked his shirt down his arms, tossing it carelessly into a corner. Percy's fingers went for the zipper on the back of her dress as her arms wound around his neck and tugged him closer, moaning into his mouth as the top peeled away from her torso. Percy pulled the fabric free from where it was trapped between their bodies, reaching to palm one breast as his other hand wove into her hair.
The softness of Annabeth would have led Percy to think she was fragile if he had not known better. The suppleness of her smooth skin dotted, still endlessly freckled with dark brown moles and the occasional tiny light-colored scar. She sank her teeth into his lip and pulled, grinning when Percy chased to seal their lips again and elected to suck on his tongue instead.
No, she was not fragile. If anyone was going to break, it would be Percy.
They broke the kiss, panting, and Percy's lips instead suctioned to the skin of her neck, his teeth and lips marking Annabeth's skin until he left his second hickey on her body. He grabbed her hip hard, and Annabeth shuddered around him, leaning her head to the side so he could continue to bruise, leaving his mark amongst the many decorating her skin.
His lips slid to her collarbone, chest, and swell of her breast until he swirled his tongue around her hard nipple.
"Tell me if I'm going too far," Percy said, looking up at Annabeth, who was looking down at him so salaciously that Percy almost fell to his knees. He massaged her breast with her other hand and flicked his tongue over the tip. "Promise."
Annabeth ran a hand through his hair, smiling dazedly. "Promise."
She moaned as Percy lapped her nipple into her mouth and sucked, squeezing until her flesh spilled between his fingers. He laved his tongue until his saliva made her nipple harden in the breeze of his fan. He noticed her subtly shift and stretch her back against the desk.
Percy released her with a pop, and before a question formed on Annabeth's lips, his hands took purchase under her thighs so he could lift her onto the desk. Percy swallowed her surprised noise with a kiss, leaning over her until she was against the wall and whimpering as his tongue licked the roof of her mouth. Annabeth was so good for him, so pretty naked under him. Her body was enough to fold anyone; he didn't know how she didn't have people falling at her feet for a chance to touch her. Percy didn't feel like he deserved the honor to see what she looked like under her clothes, but now that he had, he wished he had the foresight to turn on more lights and appreciate her.
"Is this more comfortable?" He hooked his fingers into the rest of her dress and shoved it down an inch before Annabeth's hands covered his and helped him shimmy it off her hips and down her legs.
"Uh, yeah. Better."
She crushed their mouths together, arching up until their chests were pressed tightly. Percy could grow addicted to the feeling of her lips on his; maybe it was already too late. How Annabeth grabbed for him like she needed him close, arms around his shoulders, legs around his waist, hands in his hair, over his jaw, down his chest. She was as pliant as she was demanding, pushing as pulling. Percy succumbed to her every need, wanting to memorize every centimeter of her skin through touch alone.
He traced her inner thigh, smiling against her mouth when she twitched. He twisted his wrist and glided two fingers against her panties. A rush of warmth soaked through the front, and Annabeth ripped away from his lips to let out another strangled gasp.
"Shit, keep doing that."
Annabeth's hair really did glow silver in the bright moonlight shining through the window, like a halo; only, her eyes looked anything but angelic. She tilted her chin back, her swollen lips parting as his thumb brushed over her swollen clit. Her throat, spattered with the little red marks from his mouth, constricted as she swallowed.
Percy then noticed the small, white scar on her shoulder.
The last of Percy's resolve snapped when Annabeth's occasional whimpers and whines turned into a steady rhythm of pleas for Percy to do more. Her noises were so loud, and he moved his fingers faster when she bucked against his hand.
He bent down to suck her other nipple into his mouth, rolling his tongue over the bud until Annabeth was a puddle in his large hands. It was intoxicating, watching Annabeth become a mess under him, slowly unraveled by his mouth and fingers.
Percy knelt in front of Annabeth, and slowly, his mouth trailed a path of hot kisses down the soft curves of her stomach, making sure to hold her gaze as Annabeth writhed under his touch. His fingers traced her underwear's waistband, a silent question.
"Please," Annabeth said, panting and lips spit-shiny. "I need you."
Percy's heart raced as he slid Annabeth's panties down her legs and over her feet, tossing them onto the floor next to him. He breathed warm over her bare thighs as he teasingly ran his fingers against her skin, making his legs instinctively start to close.
Percy sent a piercing gaze up to Annabeth, and he put a hand on either of her knees. "I want to see you." He pushed Annabeth's thighs apart, exposing her to his naked gaze. Annabeth blushed a deep red and averted her eyes, knuckles white, as she clutched the edge of the desk.
"Okay."
She was flushed, swollen, and glistening between her legs, a bead of arousal trickling. Percy grabbed either of her thighs and spread her legs wide, savoring that she was like this for him. Annabeth huffed in annoyance, but the pitch was high and breathy. When he glanced back up, her bottom lip quivered.
"Please."
He ducked down and kissed the dark curls at the top of her mound before pulling back to press open mouth kisses to her thighs. Annabeth's hips jumped each time he neared where she wanted him to go, and, each time, he retreated or switched to the other thigh.
"Percy, please, fuck," Annabeth said, voicing edging on desperate. She dug the heel of her foot into his shoulder blade, his hair twisted in her fingers, bucking her hips against nothing.
Percy paused his movements, hovering just above her pussy. Dark eyes met even darker eyes. "Please, what?"
Confusion passed over Annabeth before big eyes and a tiny whimper looked down at Percy.
"Do I have to say it?"
"I would like you to."
Percy kissed the bend where her thigh met her pelvis, soothing her thighs where he'd been gripping. Each breath that escaped her became more rugged than the last.
"Please use your mouth on me. P-please touch me, do something, anything—"
His tongue dipped between her folds, and Annabeth arched against his mouth, gasping. He licked gently up either side, using two fingers to spread her open, working his tongue from her hole to swirl around her clit. "Yes," she said, which turned into, "Like that," when Percy suctioned her clit into his mouth. He sucked with more pressure, his eye contact unwavering as he did so. Annabeth puffed out broken little breaths, and her fingers left Percy's hair to grasp the desk again.
Her subtly musky scent and taste stained Percy's nose and tongue. The gentle glide of her skin as his hands wandered, the left one curled around her hip, the right stroking her inner thigh. He flicked his tongue against the swollen bud; Annabeth ground her hips against him. Pleasuring her with his mouth and watching her unravel as he pulled the strings—Percy's cock swelled until it became almost unbearable to keep his jeans on.
But he took every ounce of Annabeth's fidgeting figure, bucking into him, whimpering, gasping, and letting out all these little breathless sounds while his languid lips coaxed her. Because even if they stopped here, he would know that he got her off when her first partner didn't. Yeah, he was jealous and resentful toward someone he won't ever meet, but they must've been stupid to not want to hear Annabeth feel good and be the cause.
He held her hip down and spread one of her thighs further out to circle his middle finger over her entrance. "So wet," he muttered as she dripped with her arousal and his saliva. He slid the finger in easily.
"Shit," Annabeth said, and when Percy glanced back up at her, her eyebrows were furrowed. She was slick, hot, and tight, and Percy throbbed at the thought of her wrapped around his dick. Percy curled his finger, searching for the spongy spot at the top of her walls; when he found it, she moaned, "Fuck."
Percy liked when she cursed. He pulled his finger to the first knuckle before nudging his ring finger against her entrance before inching them both inside. Percy kept a slow, then moderate, rhythm, keeping in time with the alternating pattern of licking and sucking Annabeth's clit. He spread Annabeth open with his pinkie and pointer finger, scissored the fingers inside her apart, curled them, speeding up when her gasps turned fast, and her pussy fluttered around him.
"You're being so good for me, Annabeth," Percy said, licking his lips and pumping his fingers. "Gorgeous, look at you about to come so soon."
Annabeth clenched harder at his words, drawing up from her middle like she was pulled by a string. Percy grinned. He twisted his wrist and curled his fingers, and Annabeth kicked against his back, panting. "Shut the fuck up."
"What was that?" He angled his fingers until he repeatedly hit where she wanted him. "Want me to stop?"
"No, no, no, please—" Her words were interrupted by a startled moan, hands flying to cradle his jaw as his tongue drew her clit into his mouth and sucked with pressure, hollowing his cheeks. Percy could tell she was close by her tensing body.
Percy wanted to watch her come on his face. Would her eyes cross, or would they remain trained on him as silent screams tore from her throat? He wondered if any other lucky bastard got to see what she looked like when she orgasmed; did their knees hurt and lips numb too?
"Percy, please, please, fuck, please," Annabeth sobbed as her thighs trembled and closed around his head. At her loud cries, Percy hoped nobody could hear them through the walls; music was still playing outside, but it wasn't at max. Someone could definitely hear if they were standing in the hall. Maybe her screams wouldn't be so silent.
He kissed her thigh before drawing back slightly, wincing when Annabeth's foot scraped his rib. "You need to be quieter," he said, smirking at Annabeth's pout. "Someone is going to hear us."
"I don't really care," she said, fisting his hair again, "I'm so fucking close."
All the air punched from Percy's lungs, and he obeyed, scissoring her open. She rode his mouth, holding his head in place as she ground against his tongue to chase her orgasm. Annabeth clamped around his fingers once, then twice before her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth fell open, sucking in sharp breaths as a gush of warmth spread down Percy's fingers. He lapped her trickling juices as she came down, slumping against the wall and desk.
When he stood up, his knees popped.
"That feel okay?" Percy asked, sliding his fingers out as Annabeth twitched. He stuck both fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, holding his eye contact with Annabeth's heated (and slightly droopy) gaze. He would never rid her taste from his tongue, his lips. His chin was still wet.
"You know it did." Her legs fell from his waist, and she pulled him in by his belt loops. "Now, it's my turn."
Annabeth crowded him as she slid off the desk, using her grip on him to steady her wobbly legs. She lifted her head up to lick his chin, and while Percy was busy getting over his mortification, she pushed him onto the bed for what felt like the dozenth time that night. Her hair surrounded them like a waterfall of honey, and when she sank back into his lips, Percy thought her lips were sweet like it too.
She ground her hips against the crotch of his jeans, and Percy's breath hitched, fingertips digging into the sheets. "Fuck, Annabeth," he murmured into her mischievous smile. "You don't wanna keep doing that."
"Why not?" She circled her hips again, cold hands pressed against his naked chest. "I can feel how much you want me to."
Percy squeezed the back of her thighs. They were the perfect size to spill between his fingers and soft enough to bite, and Annabeth reared back to look at him with dilated eyes and a lip caught between her teeth. Percy's body thrummed with arousal.
"I want to take care of you," he said, brushing the inside of her knee. "Let me make you feel good. Understand?"
He dragged his clothed arousal against hers, and Annabeth gasped, nails digging into his skin. She tried to roll her hips back, but his tightened grip prevented her from moving. Percy tilted his chin up at her.
"Do you, Annabeth?"
Percy's senses were clogged by her hair's smell and skin's softness until all he could think about was the woman on top of him. The sound of her little whimper. How her nails scraped as she slid her fingers up to his shoulders. The slight shock of pain. Her taste swapped between their lips. How every sensation went directly to his dick.
Annabeth whined and thrust her hips, only for Percy's grip to tighten again. "Percy, I want to make you feel good too. This isn't just about me."
Annabeth sat up, a hand from his shoulder trailing down his stomach until she could brush fingers against his bulge. Percy hissed, lifting his hips into the touch. She snapped open the button and unzipped his fly, reaching to stroke him over his underwear. "See? Look how much I'm affecting you. You're so hard. I've barely touched you."
Percy went bright pink, and he would've told her to stop saying things like that if it weren't for her circling her finger against the slowly leaking head wetting the front of his boxers. Black eyeliner smudged around her wet silver eyes, and the neckline of her dress pushed down just enough to reveal the tops of her flushed breasts. It took everything in his willpower not to pin Annabeth down and fuck her into his mattress. Siren. Succubus.
She rubbed the heel of her palm up and down his bulge, creating a delicious friction Percy was slowly caving into. "Annabeth, you have no idea how much getting you off got me off." His breath hitched as she leaned forward to kiss his shoulder, fingers wrapping around him.
"I think I have some idea," Annabeth said, pushing her curls behind her ears, scooting down his body. She kissed his chest gently before she lapped her tongue over his nipple and sucked it into her mouth. Percy's cock twitched as he released a deep groan; he hadn't even known he was sensitive there; even if he hadn't been, the sight of her with her mouth on him could've been enough to make him lose it. Annabeth grinned and sucked harder, brushing her other hand against his sternum to pinch the neglected one. "You're too precious."
Percy watched the top of her blonde head descend down his body, mouthing over the taut skin over his stomach. She dipped her tongue into his navel, and Percy had to refrain from bucking her off him.
Her lips froze as she reached into his boxer briefs and glided a finger of his hard length. Percy could hardly contain the groan in his throat.
Slowly, Annabeth's hand wrapped around him and began to move back and forth, her grip loose and teasing, just as Percy had her. Annabeth leaned back up, moving to kiss Percy's cheek as he inhaled sharply, pressing his head into her shoulder. His hips thrust slightly into her hand, and her hand tightened, thumb smearing around the pre-come from his tip.
"Annabeth," Percy said, eyes squeezing shut as her hand worked him, "You—shit, ah."
Annabeth leaned in and captured Percy's earlobe between her teeth, flicking out her tongue. Percy should've known better. This was Annabeth Chase, who did things when she wanted to, as she pleased. She wouldn't back down once her mind was made, and if she wanted to touch him, who was he to tell her no?
Her hands, soft and warm, felt better on Percy than his hands ever would. A finger hooked into his waistband and pulled down until his erection broke free from the constraints of his boxers and jeans, exposed to the open air where Annabeth's hand could move freely.
"Fuck, Annabeth," he said, throat constricting into a tight swallow as Annabeth explored his length with a curious grasp. She traced her finger against a vein on the underside before she reached his head and rubbed it. Her movements weren't sure, and the friction of dry-on-dry skin wasn't the best, but she was determined. Annabeth pulled her head from his face and concentrated on her hand moving over him, experimenting with firmness and technique. He would've seen her blush if he'd looked at her face.
"Can you show me how to touch you?"
Percy's body temperature spikes. Annabeth Chase, from the little he knew, wasn't anything if not curious—that he knew all too well. And now, he saw that same curiosity. The confidence, the bluntness—even if she was hesitating, she just went for it, and maybe it was weird to find that attitude admirable while she was giving him a hand job, but tonight had been full of weirdness.
"You're doing just fine," Percy managed to groan out. His chest rose and fell heavily, embarrassingly overwhelmed by her.
Suddenly, Annabeth paused her movements, seemingly unsatisfied by that answer. "Percy, I want to do more than just fine." She shifts over him until Percy raises his head to look at her. "I really do want this to be good for you."
And…she looked at him with an emotion so deep, Percy blushed to the roots of his hair. The hand gripping her thigh slid into her hand as he leaned up to press a kiss to her forehead. She inhaled softly, and he savored the shiver that ran down her spine.
Annabeth was working through things in her past, and Percy was too. That was the mutual ground they started this whole ordeal on, and if this was the continue, that fact was the undercurrent of what their relationship would be. That sense of understanding and being understood was what drew him to her. And as this night drew to a close, Percy was more and more afraid that it would be why she wouldn't stick around.
"Annabeth," he said once he pulled away, stroking the corner of her jaw with his thumb. He wanted to say, please, stay with me. Instead, he said, "It's a little dry."
There was a light in her eyes before she trailed her lips over Percy's jaw, neck, collarbone, and down until she reached his hips. Her breath was warm as she kissed along his pelvic bones on either side, watching him continue to swell in her hand. When her mouth met her knuckles, she tipped her head up to lick along the same vein she had touched. Percy gasped unsteadily, fingers threatening to rip through his duvet. Annabeth licked again, stopping right before the rip and hovering just over the top, flicking her tongue over the slit.
Percy's teeth ground into his lip so hard that he thought he might've bled. "Annabeth," his voice broken, "please."
Reduced to begging. Percy wondered if this was more of a revenge quest than genuine interest. The question was less than answered, then immediately forgotten, when she smiled and licked the pre-come gathered at his tip before suctioning her mouth around him. Her jaw stretched wide around him; Percy flushed at the sight of his cock disappearing into her throat and even more so at her watching him through glazed eyes.
And maybe it was because he hadn't had sex in a while, but she felt incredible around him. He had meant to tell her as much, but he knew it would come out stupid. Everything he said felt stupid when he talked to Annabeth; that would only worsen when she was rolling her tongue and dribbling spit.
Percy moaned, and Annabeth removed her hand to go down further, gagging.
"Annabeth," Percy whispered, smoothing a hand over her scalp and easing her head back to watch the saliva drip down her shin. "Don't hurt yourself, sweetheart."
Annabeth pumped her hand around his base, looking at Percy with watery eyes and clearing her throat. "I want to do this."
Percy gripped Annabeth's hair tighter, feeling his gaze heat as he stared at her. Annabeth bent down to lick Percy's swollen, leaking head before she sucked down in one motion, nose buried in the hair below Percy's navel. He cried out, hips jerking up instinctively.
"Fuck, baby, just like that," he muttered, arching his back off the bed. Annabeth twisted her hand to reach the parts her mouth couldn't as she bobbed her head on Percy's dick, humming, loose hair stuck to sweaty skin, constrained hair pulled tautly. He tried to be gentle, knowing his strength could easily hurt her.
But then Annabeth reached back to squeeze his hand and pulled his wrist, a signal even Percy couldn't miss. He tugged experimentally, and when she moaned around him, Percy saw stars. The things he felt for the girl, combined with the feeling and sound of his cock slipping in and out of her tight, raw throat, were going to make Percy lose it sooner than was appropriate.
Annabeth slid up as her tongue brushed another vein, then swirled around his tip, sucking and kissing the top, almost sweetly. "This feel okay?"
"You know it d—" he tried to retort, but then she dropped back down until he hit the back of her relaxed throat. Her thick eyelashes batted at him, and Percy felt his little death approaching. What was his name again? What year was it? He couldn't recall the answers if he tried, but if Annabeth stopped to ask him his social security number, he would've given it to her without thought. He was weak, he knew, but every ounce of blood in his body was under the control of Annabeth's hands and mouth. If she bit down, it was over.
She suddenly swallowed; he released the hand gripping the bed and slid it over his mouth, stifling a loud moan when her fingers touched his balls. He clutched Annabeth's hair so hard that he was afraid he might rip some out, but Annabeth's throat vibrated him again, and his balls tingled, and Percy was going to—
He pulled Annabeth's head away, cheeks red as her wet, swollen lips and naked breasts presented before him. His opposite hand reached down to pump his hand around himself. "Where?" he asked, breath ragged as Annabeth blinked at him. It took several agonizing seconds for Annabeth to realize what Percy was saying, but when she did, she blushed.
"Um." Her eyes drank in the sight of Percy squeezing his fingers around his cock, and when she looked at his furrowed and desperate expression, she leaned forward and opened her mouth. "Here."
She glided her tongue along Percy's head, and Percy gasped a garbled mess of words as he came in her mouth.
She swallowed dutifully, face twinging at the taste. Percy retracted both hands and melted against the bed before grabbing Annabeth's arms and pulling her on top of him.
And Percy didn't know what to do. This general statement could apply to many situations, but as Percy lay in his bed with the weight of another body grounding him to reality, he realized that he was so screwed. Because tonight should've never happened had he been on his guard. It never would've happened if she weren't so adamant about getting what she wanted. What if she had just been using him? What if she was some master manipulator and knew he was at a vulnerable point in his life? What if everything she said was a ruse, and she knew this room was his, and she was planning to seduce him from the get-go and leave with him as a notch in her metaphorical belt, nothing more than a potential booty call for a future lonely night.
Would he answer the phone? He knew he would. That, then, would be more on him than her. But still. If Annabeth ever wanted to do this again, Percy would. Even though he knew he shouldn't, because growing attached to someone who didn't regard him the same way he did them would lead to more heartbreak. That was something else he knew all too well.
She picked up her head from where it'd been resting on his chest. When she looked at him, the corners of her eyes crinkled. For the first time, he saw the sparkles she'd brushed over her eyelids.
"I can hear you thinking," she said, reaching out to push some of Percy's hair from his forehead. "What's up?"
Percy breathed a shaky sigh and wrapped his arms around her bare waist. "Just thinking about how amazing that was. And about how you'll have to give me at least another fifteen minutes if you want to… you know. Continue."
Annabeth ran a finger down his chest. "That was amazing for me too, but I'm honestly okay with…not continuing. You look sleepy. Besides, I don't think I want to go all the way tonight." Her eyes softened and looked away, and Percy's heart climbed up his throat. "I—um, I think that emotional connection will leave me way more attached to you than is probably healthy, considering I only met you a few hours ago. I'd say next time, but I don't know if you—I guess I'm being presumptuous again, I don't know, I'm sor—"
"Annabeth," he said, chuckling and feeling a lump in his throat that was more than his heart. "I think you're the one thinking too hard."
"I'm just nervous." She huffed and collapsed back down into Percy's chest. It was warm, and Percy's skin was beginning to feel sticky with sweat, but he rubbed a hand up and down her back, wanting her to say what she meant.
"I really like you, Percy. As a person and more than that. I don't know." Her cheek pressed against his sternum, and Percy knew she could hear his heart drumming. "I hope I didn't ruin what this could be by moving too fast."
"You didn't. I really like you too." He kissed the top of her head and rolled them over until they were both on their sides. "Against all odds."
The air was tense with their bated breath as the revelation settled over them; yet, despite the tension, ease was the only feeling rushing into Percy's lungs.
Suddenly, Annabeth leaned up to kiss him.
Mind empty. Brain on the floor. He couldn't think twice before pushing up to close the distance between them.
Annabeth yelped as he curled an arm around her waist and pulled her down onto the bed underneath him, and yet, slowly, her eyes fluttered closed. Her arms wound around his neck as his lips worked pliantly against hers. He shifted until he could plant an arm on either side of her head and press their hips together. She groaned, sliding lithe fingers into his hair and yanking him closer.
Their mouths melded together in a series of slow caresses, and Percy felt himself ignite inside. Annabeth tasted like peanut butter, and she smelled like him, and when he slid a hand through her vanilla curls, the sigh she let out into their embrace felt warm. The warmth enveloped him until he felt like he would suffocate from the feeling of her lips on his. Even if he did, he would die satisfied. That knowledge weighed on his chest.
A tongue brushed against Percy's mouth, and Percy wrenched himself away from how sudden the rush of heat to his lower abdomen was. Annabeth pouted, tugging hard on his hair. "What's wrong?"
Percy shook his head as two thumbs caressed his cheeks. "Sorry, sorry. I just—fuck, I really like you." Annabeth grinned her cute smile, and Percy had to close his eyes before he blurted out something he didn't mean yet. "But I don't want to take this to a point you're uncomfortable with. That will never, ever be my intention."
She stroked the hair above his ears, the stubble on his chin. Percy didn't know he liked being touched so softly, so caringly; Annabeth made him crave it. He purred like a cat as he liquefied between her palms.
"Okay," she whispered. Percy could hear the smile persisting in her voice, and he turned to kiss her palm, not trusting himself to open his eyes yet. "Then. Next time."
This was too soft for the night they just had. Percy was half-hard as he pressed against her thigh, and he could hear their front door shut as the last part goers got into their ride shares and went home. They probably didn't smell that great, and his body fluctuated between warm and cold depending on where he was connected with Annabeth.
Annabeth dropped her hands, and Percy opened her eyes. Her face was lit up by the screen of her phone, eyebrows pinched.
"My friend just sent me money for an Uber, which means she's staying. So expect an extra guest in the morning."
Right. Annabeth had a home to return to, and he had sheets he needed to clean. And probably so much more to clean in the rest of his house. There was tinsel to untangle from that stupid ceiling fan.
Percy rolled off her, and Annabeth sat up, stretching her arms above her head. Percy's eyes watched her naked muscles flex with her back, bathed in warm and cold glows from the lamp and the moon. The way legs undulated as she stood, how perfect her ass was, and how it was a damn shame he didn't get a chance to appreciate it. The way his lungs collapsed as she moved about the room to retrieve her things, realizing that she was the last person he wanted to see leave.
"Annabeth," he called. She paused from stepping back into her dress, eyes wide. He felt like he was struggling to breathe. "Would you want to stay the night?"
Sunshine. That's what her smile was like to him.
She swam in his t-shirt and gym shorts when she returned from the bathroom, and there went Percy's heart. Gone, exploded, stained his sweatpants, and sailed right in the pockets of the shorts that ended at her knees. When Annabeth slipped under the bedsheets and into his arms, Percy held her tight.
It was quiet for a few minutes, and Percy thought she had already gone to sleep. Then, he hears a faint whisper in the dark.
"You use pet names a lot during sex."
The blush was instant. Percy buried his nose into her hair and loosened his hold around her. "Sorry."
"No, I like it. Keep that in mind for the morning."
She was asleep before Percy could think of a response, and Percy knew then that she would never make this relationship easy for him. But if it were easy, what would be the point? Percy was up for any challenge she threw at him.
(And he did, in fact, keep that in mind for the morning.)