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1. This is a prompt (Gold: Luxury) story/submission for the April Contest (Colors of the Rainbow), an event in the Camp Half-Blood forum (link in my bio).

2. I don't own the characters or the PJO/HoO series!

3. Word count (without A/N): 1,226

4. Pairing: Percabeth

5. Thank you very much to Dragonfly139 and IsaValdes for adding the story to their favorites! Special thanks to AlbaAstridHoffer for the sweet review! Love you lots, too! And I'm certainly grateful to the followers who are waiting for more!

6. For more Percabeth fluff, check out my other stories, including Worth It guys! Haha, thought I'd just put it out there! ;D

7. The next and final chapter in this fic may or may not be related to any other.

Enjoy!

Of Hugs, Kisses and Weekends

She ran away from her home at the age of seven when no one believed her. She experienced pain – both emotional and physical – on the run. She even got her heart broken many, many times by the first person she had learned to love.

And that was exactly why Annabeth Jackson did not like to live in luxury.

She hated when anyone would even mention the prospect of getting a manicure or pedicure (usually Piper). She hated owning dresses that she didn't wear at least twice in a few weeks. It wasn't like she didn't want to buy new clothes or relax after a hard week; she did. Who wouldn't want someone to massage their feet once in a while? Who wouldn't want to have dinner at a five-star restaurant?

But the fact that thousands of people were starving while they had lavish meals dressed in exquisite clothes didn't exactly make her joyful.

Homeless people, who didn't have enough money to have even a single meal per day had her empathy. She knew exactly how it felt to have no roof over your head other than the starry sky. She understood the pain of not having pretty clothes or combed hair.

Having said that, Percy Jackson didn't exactly tune-in with her thoughts.

"They would've done something in their past that was wrong," he would say. "The Fates are making them pay for their actions, that's all."

His sympathy did extend towards the people who had had to go through injustice and inhumane behavior.

This didn't stop him from pampering her, though.

He would make her lie on the bed or couch and pepper her with kisses. He would engulf her in hugs and wouldn't let go until she agreed to take the next day off whenever he felt that the past week had taken a huge mental toll on her.

He would kiss her senseless which made her feel . . . special, to say in the least.

Percy Jackson was a freaking teddy bear.

A very hot, sexy, and cuddly teddy bear.

Speaking of cuddling, her mind drifted off (or returned) to the current position they lay in: sprawled on the bed in their house, with her back pressed against his bare chest, his hands around her in a . . . yeah, he was doing the 'hugging-until-she-agreed' thing again.

"Let go, Percy," she spoke after a while, sighing when all he did was to bring her closer if that was even possible.

"No," he mumbled, his voice soft and relaxed. "Don't go to work tomorrow."

Annabeth tried to turn her body towards him and fortunately, he allowed that.

"Boss wouldn't allow it," she retorted, placing her palm on his stomach (or his toned, gorgeous abs, just because Annabeth couldn't take her mind off them).

"You're the boss, Wise Girl." He laughed, kissing her temple. "You need a day to rest, that's all. I haven't asked you to take a day off once in the last eight—"

"What? Seconds?" she cut him off. "Stop pestering me, Seaweed Brain."

"Only the best for you."

A part of her wanted to laugh, but another wanted to remind him something that he had apparently forgotten.

Annabeth opted for the latter.

"You're spoiling me, you know," she said and buried her face in his chest, sending vibrations down his spine. "I don't want luxury."

Percy chuckled and replied as if explaining the concept of life to an eight-year-old.

"We've been over this, love," he said. "You don't want luxury, that's fine. But you need to have a luxurious day once in a while. It doesn't matter."

"So it doesn't matter what I want?" she asked, raising an eyebrow even though he most probably couldn't see it.

"It does." He shrugged. "It doesn't matter what you don't want."

Annabeth smirked.

He had so fallen into her trap.

"Let's say that I don't want a monster to attack me, or someone to slap me—" She could literally feel his eyes widen. "— or anyone to hurt you. Is that supposed to not matter as well?"

He stayed silent for a moment, before laughing.

"Okay, you win this time," he finally conceded. "But don't think I forgot about the leave you're supposed to take."

Annabeth chuckled before she began placing open-mouthed kisses on his neck and chest, going as sluggishly as possible.

Percy groaned.

"Don't do this, babe." His words came out as a gasp. "I won't let you – agh! – go to work tomorrow, and that's final, alri—"

Annabeth cut him off again, this time with her lips . . . on his. His futile attempts to escape her seduction came to an end as he melted into her arms, reciprocating as passionately and fiercely.

"Why, you—" he began once they broke apart, breathing heavily.

"Let me go to work tomorrow?" she whispered in his ear, making him shiver.

Percy couldn't formulate a sentence for a moment and he knew Annabeth had done that purposefully. She liked to see him speechless, even though her beautiful self managed to do that just fine on its own.

"I-I . . . No," he replied, still a stuttering mess. "Not happening, Wise Girl."

That soft, sensual 'Please?' she murmured did nothing to help his case either.

Percy shook his head as her hands began caressing his body, trying to somehow grasp the words that were there right in front of him, just . . . just out of reach.

With a final indignant huff, he flipped them both so that now he was on top, making his wife yelp.

"Come one!" Annabeth exclaimed, but she didn't look annoyed in the slightest.

"I want you to enjoy this," Percy said, pecking her nose lightly. "Don't ruin your night."

And even though she didn't like luxurious gestures, Annabeth couldn't refuse that offer.

Like, who in their right mind would?

Later, they lay tangled in the cosy blanket surrounded by peaceful darkness – the only light in the room coming from Annabeth's smartphone – having resumed the same position they had been lying in before all of the 'take-leave-from-work' fiasco.

"Hey, Seaweed Brain?" Annabeth suddenly breathed out.

It was sort of their thing to say everything in whispers after the particularly strenuous activity they had just been a part of. Percy had come up with it one time and it had simply stuck.

"Hmm?" he mumbled back lazily, his eyes closed.

"I just saw the calendar," she said, motioning towards the device in her hand. "And guess what?"

She got another 'Hmm?' as a response.

"Tomorrow's Saturday."

"What?!"

Annabeth laughed.

"Yep," she replied, popping the 'p'. "That means I don't have to go to Silver Owls Inc. tomorrow."

Percy's sigh was full of contentment.

"Good news."

Annabeth raised an eyebrow, and even though he couldn't see her face, Percy could literally feel the reaction.

"Well, 'cause weekends are equal to no work plus more sex," he elaborated. "That's great news."

Annabeth chuckled.

"You're an idiot."

But you're my idiot, she completed the sentence in her mind.

And she knew that he knew that, too.

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I know this was a bit shorter than what I usually write, but I've been busy lately with schoolwork and all. Y'all know that one teacher who's like, "DO this!" and "Those hundred questions are for homework!"