Percy POV

"I call bullshit, I'm raising you 15," Fredrick bellowed as he took another large sip of his scotch on the rocks.

"Oh come on old man," Matthew replied shaking his cards out in front of him, "Do you really want to go down this road? You seem to be forgetting I take trips to Vegas just to gamble."

Everyone at the dining table, covered in poker chips, cards, and a few too many alcoholic beverages, laughed, but Annabeth's giggles sounded out over everyone else. My eyes looked up from my cards, a random assortment that would force me to fold when my turn to bet came around, and locked onto her.

To my disappointment, she was sitting across the table next to Whitney and Bobby, joking with the model who has been proving herself to be a true ally to my fake/real girlfriend. Annabeth mumbled something to Whitney, laughed again, and took another drink from her fourth glass of wine. Her face was flushed red from the alcohol, and this was the most carefree I had seen her.

She was still wearing her bathing suit, with a low-drooping tank top over it, revealing the perfect amount of tan skin, and a pair of shorts.

I told myself to keep it in my pants, but I couldn't help the way that my hands craved to touch her body, and my lips ached to be reunited with hers.

"Percy!" My eyes snapped back to the poker table, as Fredrick, also a bit tipsy, called my name. "Bet your hand son!"

I laughed as mumbled "fold," and set my cards down in front of me. As the attention moved to the next person in the circle, I was stuck thinking about the warmth that I felt in my heart when he called me 'son'.

Since I was on my own at age 16, I was forced to grow up quickly as compared to many of my peers the same age. Nobody had called me 'son' in a long time, and I was suddenly so grateful that this family, as dysfunctional as they may be, took me in with open arms.

I grabbed my bottle of beer and raised it to my lips as the rowdy game of poker, that was only getting rowdier as more drinks were consumed and competition heated up, continued.

I felt a warm hand snake around my neck from behind, and settle on my collarbone. Only four days ago I would have panicked, because no one was closed enough to touch me in any intimate way, but I knew it was Annabeth, and relaxed into her touch. Her other hand tangled its self in the hair at the nape of my neck, as she leaned her head down to be close to mine.

I lifted my head directly back to give her a look, and she planted a kiss on my forehead and giggled as she brushed back my hair. I could tell the wine was influencing her actions, but I didn't mind this relaxed, flirty Annabeth.

I turned in my chair and put a hand low on her hip.

"Hey angel," I laughed at her soft smile.

She leaned her head down so not everyone could hear her words. "Just came over here to let you know you're losing, and I only take winners back to the bedroom," she said with a wink.

My face turned to one of surprise, but a smirk quickly took over. I gave her hip a quick pat, said "Challenge accepted," and decided then and there it was time to win at least a few hands of poker, if that meant a continuation of what was started just hours ago in the hot tub.

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About an hour later, I had successful acquired a few stacks of chips, but still not as many as Matthew. Turns out he has been competitively gambling in Vegas since his 21stbirthday. The guy was good.

It was getting late, and about half the table had turned in for bed. Annabeth was still at her spot, and our eyes kept catching each other. I watched as she stood up, and walked over to me.

She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "Looks like you won a few." She kept her mouth dangerously close to my ear, and I could hear each breath she took. Her top fell even lower to show her teal bikini top.

At this point Annabeth straightened up and address the whole table, "This was great, but it is so far past my bedtime. We will see you tomorrow. Goodnight everyone."

I took this as my cue to stand too, and after giving my congratulations to Matthew and being reminded of our tee-time at 9 AM at the golf course, I followed Annabeth out into the hall.

The lights were dimmed and she stood against a wall in the hallway, waiting for me to catch up. Her hair, all natural and messy from the chlorine in the hot tub hung into her face.

As soon as I reached her, I cupped her face with both hands, brushing her hair out of the way, and pressed a long, lingering kiss to her lips. She kissed me back with unexpected passion, and her tongue began to battle with mine once again.

Just as fast as the kiss began, she pulled away and ducked from behind me, almost running up the stairs. She looked back over her shoulder and shouted a quick, "Lets go Sulky!"

I laughed at the nickname that she had given me in the airport bar not long ago, and thought to myself about how I hadn't sulked since I had been in her presence. Something about her giggle was infectious. I raced up the stairs, taking them two at a time to catch up to her.

When I reached her at the top a reached both hands around her waist and hoisted her over my shoulder, and she laughed even louder. I couldn't help but join.

I knew we probably looked like horny teenagers after prom, but I didn't give two shits.

I was in heaven. Not thinking about my ribs that will probably hurt after this physical exertion. Not thinking about the fact that I don't have much of a career waiting for me in Aspen. Not thinking about the fact that I need to return my mom's missed phone call. Not thinking about the fact that I will have to leave Annabeth in less than a week.

"Now I was told that you take winners back to your bedroom," I said as I held her petite, but muscular body up with one hand, and locked her door behind us with the other hand.

I walked us both over to the bed and laid her down. I hovered over her body, and she reached up to grab my shoulders. I took one look into her grey eyes, that stared intensely back into mine and asked, "Is this okay?"

She response with no words, but lifted my navy blue shirt over my head, and brought my lips to her own, kissing me in an almost frantic manner. Her hands ran over my exposed torso, being extremely careful when touching the side of my body that still sported the nasty blue and yellow bruise.

I was still laying over her, and began to kiss down her body, starting on her jaw line, following her collarbone down, to in between her breasts.

She whispered, "I have too much clothing on," and brought her lips back to mine for a brief kiss, before stripping off her top and bathing suit.

"You are so beautiful," I said, before giving her body the attention it deserved.

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I picked up my phone, that said 4:49 AM. Annabeth let out a little puff of air in her sleep, and curled her naked body even closer to mine.

After three rounds of fun, with storytelling and laughs in between, I'm sure she was exhausted. I knew I was, but my mind needed to text Grover.

I opened the message app, and composed a quick text, still high off of the euphoria of the last few hours.

Hey dude, hope all I well. Make sure you are feeding Blackjack and taking him for walks. You know he will start to chew on your couch if you don't! So uh, I am In San Francisco. With a girl. Who might be the most perfect woman I have ever met.

My fingers danced over the keyboard before I added a final thought.

I want to come back. Just because these X Games are out, doesn't mean I can't put on a hell of a performance for the Olympic Trials. I'm sorry I was such a dick after the accident. I want to move forward, with you as my coach. I'll call you soon. -Perce

I shut down my phone, after setting an early alarm for my golf time tomorrow. After giving Annabeth a kiss on the forehead and pulling her waist closer to me, I drifted to sleep, feeling at home.

AN: Wow okay Im sorry I forgot this story existed but here you go!