Tangled Up In The Tinsel

Hey! This is my first Percabeth one shot, and it is definitely NSFW. I don't own anything. All the mistakes are mine. Thank you for reading.

Are you all ready for some Percabeth romance? This is especially NSFW.

Percy wanted to make their first Christmas as special as he could. He was well aware of how Annabeth's family never made much out of the holidays. He'd seen the few pictures of her childhood that she brought home after her dad passed away. His favorite was that of her when Annabeth was eight, her nose deep into a tattered copy of Anne of Green Gables. Her sweet blonde curls framed the face he had come to love deeply. The expression on her face was serious. as if she were telling the person behind the camera to leave her alone. Percy had come to love all of her expressions. He kept that singular photograph on the table next to the bed.

Annabeth always said she'd found her escape in books, that they were the best gift love of literature was well known.

Yet Percy wanted more for his Wise Girl. While there was no way to make up for her less than stellar childhood, Percy was determined to make their present life together and their future as beautiful as possible.

He'd taken today off to find a tree and decorate it. Annabeth just didn't get into that sort of activity. While she knew he'd taken the day off from work, Percy was behaving mysteriously. That certain look in his eyes was a dead give away.

Now as he drove to the tree farm, he couldn't stop grinning. The image of his girl dressed in a soft blue knit dress was burning a hole in his brain. If only she didn't want to go work and he didn't want to surprise her, then Percy would have removed said dress and pleasured Annabeth decadently. But he had plans for them this weekend, and few, if any, required clothing.

Crisp, cold air filled his lungs when he parked the jeep. That car was a serious life saver for them, with the perfect amount of room. Percy wanted a tree right at six feet. He was six foot, three inches, or as Annabeth would say, the height of perfection. It would fit perfectly next to the floor length window of their apartment.

The...activities...that tree would witness, though.

Yeah, Percy went there. So long as the tree didn't catch fire, they would be fine.

Sheesh, he knew when it came to Annabeth, he was completely owned, and he didn't want it any other way.

Within the span of an hour, a fresh evergreen, albeit slightly tilted, was set in the living room. The blue twinkle lights, which Percy had cursed out a half a dozen times, were finally in place. He made sure the one bulb that didn't want to cooperate was hidden from view. A white box filled with blue, silver, and crystal ornaments were waiting when a text interrupted.

"That's it. I'm so done with this shit. I'm coming home in a few minutes, baby. All I want is you."

When Annabeth said she was done, there was nothing left to do but get out of her way. Percy loved her independent manner and would never change it.

"Please be careful my Wise Girl. I love you and want you more than words can say."

As much as he wanted to finish this project, Percy's main concern was Annabeth. She hadn't left work early in months; whatever had occurred was enough to make her leave.

It was also close to noon, and he was certain she hadn't eaten in hours. His original plan included making dinner, but it looked like there was an obvious change. Instead a charcuterie board would suffice.

While setting up the finger food, Percy thought this might be an even better option. In his mind's eye, he imagined his girl curled up in his arms, wearing an easily removed sweater. In between bites, they would get lost in each other's eyes. He would gently run his fingers over her left cheek before capturing her soft lips in a gentle kiss, the kind that made Annabeth eager for all of his kisses.

The sound of the key in the door lock brought him back to reality.

"I can't anymore...they're so...mmmmph...Percy, I'm..."

He walked into the room and leaned against the door frame, arms casually crossed. Annabeth, who was only a few feet in front of him, let out a small gasp. Her purse landed on the floor with a thud before he saw her raise her right hand to her face.

"I wanted to surprise you, Wise Girl, but..." The grin on his face took her breath away. Percy stood up straight and simply opened his arms to catch the woman he loved.

"Seaweed Brain, yes, you most certainly surprised me, in the best of ways. Work was, shall I say, a bitch this morning." She shuddered and he carefully ran his thumbs under her eyes, trying to catch her tears. Shit. Seeing Annabeth cry was one of his weaknesses.

"Do you need to talk about anything?"

She let out a deep breath before looking down. "Being right here, in our home, with the man I love and need would be more beneficial than talking." Their eyes met again. "Sometimes talking is overrated."

Percy set his hands on her waist, drawing Annabeth closer. Their foreheads pressed together right before the first kiss. It was whisper light, just the slightest brush of her mouth next to his. Their mutual need grew as his tongue ran across her lower lip. Those sounds, those sweet, sexy sounds his girl made when they kissed always got to Percy.

He knew it was a good idea not to keep his hands to himself. Annabeth had always reminded him of this when they were in bed. And, shit, did he ever love how her ass felt. He wanted to see what lingerie she was wearing, and then he wanted it slung to some corner of the room.

It wasn't easy to break from their intense, seemingly endless kiss, but, fuck, Percy wanted her naked. Annabeth had already started tugging on his shirt. After she tossed it aside, her hands roamed over her man's well defined chest, and Percy groaned against her neck. He unzipped her dress, eventually letting it fall to the ground in a blue cloud.

He let out a low whistle. The scrap of fabric, commonly referred to as a thong, left little to his imagination. And then there was the matter of that bra. Annabeth let her right index finger loiter along the lace, next to the closure. She could be a little minx occasionally, especially with that come hither look that reduced him to barely anything.

And let's not forget the heels. The shiny, pointy toe heels.

Percy said a small thank you to whoever installed the smooth wooden flooring, because it made shoving tables away much easier. In a matter of seconds the piece of furniture was removed, leaving them with enough bare space.

Next, he threw the closest blanket he could find on the floor, and with great care, laid Annabeth beneath him. In the blink of an eye, the rest of their clothing was gone, leaving them vulnerable only to each other.

Some kisses were slow, and others were like damn exclamation marks. Percy took as he wanted, sucking and nibbling his way down to her drenched pussy. He hoarsely told her that it belonged to him. His words were nearly enough to make Annabeth come apart. Their eyes would meet for a few moments and that was her holy undoing.

A million starts exploded behind her eyes. Every nerve burned with sweet fire, and Percy greedily took everything she gave. Hearing his name while she sucked in air made stopping a challenge and a dare.

He always wanted to know what would push her over the edge. The way she curled her finger a second later cleared any confusion.

Annabeth moaned softly as he took her lips again. "You see just how fucking sweet you are, baby," he spoke against them. She grabbed at his soft, thick hair before pushing two of his fingers inside her pussy.

They loved to try to dominate each other, but most of the time, Percy was in control. This was a moment when he took charge by grabbing her hand and guiding it along his cock. Fuck. He wanted to be in as deep as possible.

"Take me, my love, and show no mercy please." Annabeth's words made him laugh a little.

"No mercy, huh?"

He wasted no time taking up her request and filled her pussy with his aching cock. His eyes squeezed as he took in the pleasure and warmth. Shit, shit, shit. Annabeth marked him as her own as he pulled him in and out. It was an addiction for Percy. Only he would get to see this beautiful, seductive woman fall apart, and only he could bring her to this point.

Conversely, Annabeth was certain that making love to her man was sacred. He had this way of turning his head, slightly to the left, when his orgasm hit. And it hit hard this time. Percy's body were lost together in mutual passion and need.

With his arms tightly wrapped around her back, he pulled them into a sitting position. Cold shivers ran down her spine.

"Oooohhh, fuck, Wise Girl, I love you, love you, love you so fucking much." Annabeth wrapped her legs around his waist. Gingerly, he brushed her hair from her face. "All of my love, all of my heart...it's yours forever, Seaweed Brain.I love you always." She traced a heart over his chest. "You're my home, Percy. No matter what kind of monster is on the other side of that front door, I know I am safe with you."

He gathered her tightly. "There's nothing that would ever stop me from loving you or keeping you safe, Annabeth." He laid his hand on the back of her head and simply rocked her in his arms.