So I've gotten a lot of requests for songs, and I just want to let everyone that I'm going in order! Disclaimer: I don't own Percy Jackson or the song "Our Song".

I was riding shotgun in the front seat of Percy's truck, dust flying behind us as we sped down the country road. My hair was whipped around in my face from the hot wind in my face from the open window.

"You've got popsicle on your face!" he yelled over the radio, the wind whipping his words away.

"What?" I yelled back, nearly dropping the grape-pop I was eating as we hit a bump in the gravel road.

"You have popsicle on your face!" he said, turning the radio down and pointing to spot near my cheek. "Here, I got it," Percy said, leaning in close to me with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Perseus Jackson, don't you dare try to kiss me while flooring this wretched machine!" I shrieked.

He slammed on the brakes, throwing both of us forward.

"How about now?" He said, his strong hands already bringing my face towards his.

"Seaweed Brain..." Though I pretended to be annoyed, I secretly loved that he would stop the car to kiss me.

"Me thinks the lady protests too much," he whispered before he pressed his lips to mine. After a few seconds, his hands and tongue began to roam more freely. Sucking the stray popsicle juice off my face, Percy wound one of his hands entwining their fingers into my undone hair.

I did love kissing Percy Jackson.

We were cut short though, because just as Percy's hands were starting to move their way across my skin under my tank top, my forgotten popsicle fell right off the stick and onto my lap. Jerking back at the cold, I yelped and tried to scoop the purple mess off my tan legs. Thankfully, the juice had only splattered my frayed cut-offs in a few places.

"Hmmm..." Percy said, observing as I tried not to get any popsicle on the seat of his truck. "I could probably fix that mess too..."

Swatting my boyfriend, I hopped of the truck and wiped the juice off with a handful of stray napkins floating around, reminiscent of our dinner that we had last week.

After successfully cleaning myself up, I climbed back into the truck where Percy shifted gears and began driving again.

"You feeling better?" He asked after a mile or so. I smiled.

"Yeah, I guess I am. Thanks for the roses by the way," I said, referring to the wonderful surprise that I had found that afternoon as I was making my way to my bed. Having been thoroughly irritated at the time, they were a fabulous pick-me-up.

"Sure thing"

"You don't have to always do cute stuff and spend money on me, Percy."

"I know," he said frowning. "But I like to. I like how happy it makes you."

"It's not the roses that make me happy, Seaweed Brain," I said. "It's that you care enough about me to send flowers and do cute things."

"So, you'd rather I stopped buying you flowers?" He said with a grin.

"Hmm, I didn't say that," I quipped back, giving his hand that wasn't on the steering wheel as squeeze and turning to look out at the countryside. I was enjoying myself a lot this evening; I really didn't want to go back to camp. I wanted to stay out in rural Long Island and curl up next to Percy under the stars, explaining constellations to him while he tried to understand them while he played with my hair. I wanted to stay there forever.

"Baby, is something wrong?"

"Huh?" I said,snapped out of my fantasy where there we no monsters, no responsibilities, and no annoying gods demanding this and that for the reconstruction of Olympus.

"I just asked if something was wrong."

"Nothing... I was just thinking."

"About what?" Percy asked, kissing my hand without taking his eyes off the road.

"Oh, just the fiasco this morning," I replied, sticking my feet up on the dashboard.

"Want to talk about it?" Percy asked, offering me the chance to vent.

"Yeah, sure," I sighed, wiggling back into my seat. "It's the gods-"

"Of course."

"Well, you know how I said last week that the last major temple was being roofed starting last week?"

"Yeah..."

"Well it was Aphrodite's and I was using Parian Marble and-"

"What, a pair of what marble?" Percy asked, looking thoroughly confused.

"Parian Marble. It's a fine-grained semitranslucent pure-white and entirely flawless marble quarried during the classical era on the Greek island of Paros in the Aegean Sea. It was highly prized by ancient Greeks for making sculptures. Some of the greatest masterpieces of ancient Greek sculpture were carved from Parian marble, including the Medici Venus and the Winged Victory of Samothrace. The original quarries, which were used from the 6th century BC onwards, can still be seen on the north-"

"In English, please."

"White," I huffed. "Anyway, Aphrodite herself comes storming onto the construction site- without a helmet, mind you- and demands that she wants pink marble."

"Pink marble?" Percy laughed, looked amused. "Don't tell me that exists."

"It's called Tennessee Marble," I said. "It's mined in- guess where?"

"Tennessee."

"Yep. So, aside from the part about me having to redesign one with pink marble and having to tear down a brand new palace, Zeus refuses to have anything but Grecian Marble up on Mount Olympus." Percy groaned sympathetically.

"Yeah, I know. So then they get in a fighting match- lightning bolts and doves all over the place. And then, all of the sudden," I said, throwing my hands up, "And then, suddenly, they round on me! They're blaming this in me for not checking with Aphrodite to make certain she liked the design, even though I did."

"Oh, baby..."

"So then a bunch of the other gods come when they here the yelling, and I look ridiculous and unprofessional and... Ugh. It was a mess."

"Well, you know the gods," Percy said bracingly. "They can sometimes act on a whim without thinking things through." Thunder rumbled quietly overhead. "Yeah, yeah," Percy said, waving a hand at the sunset-stained sky. "Whatever. Anyway, the gods will calm down and realize this isn't your fault. Everything is going to be fine."

"I know," I said sighing. "I just don't want to go back to camp and read through all the angry emails that I know are waiting for me." Percy made a sharp turn into the hidden garages built into the side of Half Blood Hill.

Sitting there in the dark of the underground garage, dimly lit by the sliver of sunlight fighting its way through, I could make out Percy's features that I loved so much. He tucked a loose curl behind my ear and slowly kissed me, and I kissed him back.

He pulled back, and pecking my forehead he reached for the door handle.

"No!" I seized the front of his shirt and buried my face in his chest.

"Come on, Wise Girl!" he laughed, grabbing my wrists.

"Nooooo let's stay here!" I whined. "It'll be fun! We can camp out here!"

"Oh yeah, that's a real good idea," said Percy sarcastically. "It'll be just like when Frank caught us asleep on the Argo II and Coach Hedge almost made us purity rings."

"I don't care!"

"Annabeth, you're stronger than this."

"Please, Percy!"

"No, babe," he said. "Let's go."

"What if I give you a-"

"Don't even finish that sentence," he said, getting serious. "You'll tempt me."

"A-"

Percy clapped a hand over my mouth. "Don't!" He pushed me toward my door and hopped out of the car himself.

Groaning, I got out of the car. Walking hand in hand, we crossed the magical borders into camp. The walk to the Athena cabin was uneventful; aside from a group of nymphs that tried (unsuccessfully) to flirt with Percy, we didn't talk to anyone. The screen door slamming behind us, Percy and I ran up the spiral staircase leading to the loft reserved specially for the Athena Counselor.

"Just remember the loft is open to the floor below, you two!" my half brother Malcolm called. "I don't want to hear any-"

"Shut up, Malcolm!" Percy called, playfully making Malcolm's water bottle smack him on the head repeatedly.

"He's a good kid," Percy said fondly over the noise of Malcolm wrestling his water.

After a long night of reading and replying to an array of irritated emails (curse the day Hermes brought up at the council meeting that they should get emails) and drinking hot tea, I finally turned my light out. I still felt like crap, so frustrated and so embarassed.

As I was about to fall asleep, I heard tapping on my window.

"Percy?" I whispered into the dark.

I tiptoed over to the window and threw up the sash.

"Well?" my boyfriend said, hanging by his fingers on the marble ledge of my window sill. "Aren't you gonna let me in?"

I stood back from the window and, pushing back the sheer white curtains as Percy climbed into my room.

"What are you doing here?" I asked, secretly delighted to see him.

"Came to check on you," he said, flopping down on my bed.

"Aww, babe, th-"

"Shhh..." He says grabbing my hand and pulling me on top of him.

"It's late and nobody knows that I'm here," he says real slow, our faces inches apart.

"Good," I said, laughing as I covered his lips with mine. I moved both of my knees to either side of him as we both sat up. Our kissing went from slow and comforting to more rapid. Our mouths and tongues moved more urgent, our hands more freely. Legs tangled, lips locked, heads spinning, I found myself under Percy. As moved my arm from its entwined state in Percy's hair to his sculpted chest, I felt my hand collide with something on m bookshelf.

Crash.

We broke apart with a start, staring frozen at my shattered alarm clock, laying face down on the white marble floor.

"Shit."

We were still for a moment, until we heard stirring from below.

In a blink of an eye, Percy rolled off of me and slid under my bed while I climbed under my covers, pretending to be surprised that my alarm clock was laying broken on the floor as my siblings enter my loft.

"Sorry, just hit it in my sleep..." I said sleepily. "Go on back to bed..."

After my siblings returned downstairs, Percy rolled out from under the bed and grinned at me.

"Close one," he said, getting into bed with me. I snuggled up to him, our feet tapping against each other.

"Love you"

"Love you too."

We spent the reat of the night cuddled up together, whispering and holdkng hands like somethin out of a fairytale. Percy slipped out early the next morning, promising to see me at breakfast.

Watching him walk off in the weak morning light, I prayed to the gods that Percy would do sweet stuff like this again, knowing that he would.

How many kids should Percy and Annabeth have? Gender? Names? Let me know your thoughts!

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