Annabeth rolled up the scroll and sighed. How was she supposed to build a new shrine when she had left her plans in New Rome? Her head felt fuzzy, her eyes were blurry, and she had been staring at the blank parchment for hours.

Apollo had waved away her concerns."I trust you," he had said. "Use your imagination. Wait for inspiration to strike. Trust me, my dear, you'll be inspired by something up here tonight."

Not likely. The gods were throwing a huge raucous party so she wouldn't even be able to see her boyfriend.

Not that she hadn't just spent the last three nights with him. In fact, they had spent the weekend at Percy's palace at the bottom of the sea and he had just returned her to New Rome that morning. She knew she had a lot of work to do.

At 24, Annabeth Chase was one of the most promising architects New Rome had ever seen. When the city wasn't keeping her busy with plans and blueprints, the gods were asking her to come to Mount Olympus for new shrines or new fountains for their gardens.

Percy knew she'd needed a vacation so he had whisked her away to his underwater palace. They had taken hot baths together and had delicious food and had made love for hours on end.

Having a god for a boyfriend had its privileges. Except for times like these. When she knew he was so close and she couldn't see him. Godly responsibilities and all that.

Annabeth yawned and tucked the scroll under her arm. She would just have to return tomorrow and apologize to Apollo. Making her way back toward the elevator at the entrance of Olympus, she groaned as she thought about the long plane ride back to New Rome. Apollo had offered to give her a ride in his sun chariot but she would have to wait until the party was over; godly parties were notorious for being long-lasting and quite frankly, a little crazy.

Perhaps she could stop by and see Sally. Percy's mother always welcomed her and enjoyed hearing about her son's godly adventures.

Deciding a detour would be quicker, she turned to cut through the great throne room. All the gods were at that party, she decided with a shrug. No harm, no disrespect. Loud music poured from one of the great halls to her left as she entered the marble throne room.

A bright light immediately indicated that the room was not as empty as she had thought.

"Fantastic. Way to disrespect the gods," she muttered to herself. She couldn't tell which throne was illuminated but she dropped to her knees and lowered her head.

"My apologies. I thought this room was empty and I was just taking a detour on my way home. I meant no disrespect."

"Come closer, daughter of Athena." She bit her lip but rose to her feet and obeyed.

"You say you would not offend...yet here you stand in the presence of a lonely god."

"I apologize," she said again.

"So you've said. Why are you here, daughter of Athena?"

"I was working on a project for Lord Apollo but I'm afraid I got tired and my mind isn't working correctly. I'll leave you to your solitude, My Lord."

"What if I wanted you to stay?"

"Me?"

"You. There is a god who talks about you often." The light shone brighter, a lovely shade of blue that made her grasp her sea-flower necklace that she always wore.

She squeezed her eyes shut as she turned toward the voice. She knew to keep her eyes closed lest she be incinerated by the godly form.

"I wonder what it is that he finds so appealing about you."

"I couldn't tell you, My Lord. I've often wondered that myself." There was a low chuckle that made her shiver.

"Oh Wise Girl. Do you really not know?" She gasped and whirled around.

"Percy?" She was about to open her eyes but a loud "nuh uh!" made her squeeze them shut.

"Damn it Annabeth, you could have... just...just give me a minute." The brilliant light against her eyelids seemed to fade and she jumped as she felt a hand on her cheek.

"Ok. Open them." She was met with sparkling green eyes and messy black hair and a worried smile.

"That was my mistake. I should have put out my light as soon as I realized it was you. You're far too curious for your own good, Wise Girl."

"Hello to you too, Seaweed Brain." He smiled and moved closer, his fingers stroking her cheek.

"Miss me?" She threw her arms around his neck and he crushed his lips to hers. She drew back for breath and scowled.

"You scared me!" She punched his arm, hard, but he only laughed as he rubbed the spot. "What are you doing in here, all alone?" He shrugged.

"Ares threw a party. Guess who's the only god who didn't receive an invitation?" Annabeth was a little surprised. Gods didn't normally try to offend each other but then again, Percy had pissed off the war god a few times when he was mortal. And since they were immortal, that grudge could last forever.

"You can keep me company though. I was just falling asleep in my throne. I was going to return to the palace but Dad and Hephestus have something to show me that apparently just couldn't wait til morning."

"So you're just waiting for the party to end?"

"Pretty much. I wish I'd known you were here."

"Apollo has been holding me captive all afternoon." Percy snorted.

"No doubt trying to get you to build him a shrine worthy of his godly beauty."

"That's hard work," she said seriously and he pulled her hand to his lips. "He said to wait for inspiration to strike. That something would inspire me tonight."

"I'll do my best," he laughed as he tugged her hand, passing the dozens of beautiful thrones.

"Want to sit on my throne?" She gazed in awe at the gigantic throne made of shells, coral, and pearl.

"Is that...allowed?"

"I promise I won't strike you down." He lifted her up and she slid around in the seat; she felt a great surge of power as her hands rested on the armrests. He jumped up beside her and draped his arm around her. She frowned as she studied the space around them. It was hard to believe her gentle boyfriend could ever be big enough to fill this throne.

"Were you really this large just now?"

"Ares called me a miniature god. Even in my immortal state, I'm smaller than the rest of them. Guess that's what happens to minor gods." He shrugged to show he didn't care but something in his tone told Annabeth something different. She nuzzled in closer and kissed his neck.

"You couldn't fuck me if you were that big," she said in a low voice. His brow raised as he chuckled.

"It might be more pleasurable for you."

"You'd break me in half. Besides, this," he drew a sharp gasp as she palmed him through his jeans, "is plenty big enough for me. Perfect size, in fact." He moaned as she sucked at his throat and nibbled on his ear. Her nimble fingers worked at the buttons of his jeans until she could shove her hand down his boxer briefs.

"Oh fuck Annabeth," he hissed into her neck.

"How long do you think that party will last?"

"You kidding me? They just started. And Dionysus is introducing some kind of new drink tonight."

"Good." She moved around so that his back was to the armrest and she could stretch out. She tugged at his worn jeans and looked to him to lift his hips. His breathing grew heavy as he assisted her in sliding them down his legs and Annabeth leaned down to trace her tongue along the outline of his erection. He threw his head back and groaned as she squeezed him through the material. He reached for the button on her jeans but she shook her head and moved his hand away.

"No. Tonight, I want it to be about you." His eyes darkened as she pushed his shirt up to his chin and her tongue trailed around his nipple. His stomach clenched when her lips met flesh and she nipped at him through his underwear.

"Annabeth...please..."

"I do love it when you beg, Percy Jackson." She decided to put him out of his misery, and tugged his underwear down. His erection sprang free and she smiled appreciatively. She had always hated those terrifying clowns that emerged from boxes but Percy's hard cock was one surprise she couldn't wait for. Her steely eyes locked on his as she trailed her tongue up his shaft, across his weeping head, and back down until she took him fully into her mouth. He released a strangled cry and jerked his hips upwards, causing her to gag slightly. His hand hovered over her head as he chewed on his lip. They had only done this once and he had been too afraid to take control or show her what he liked.

With a single look, he fell even more in love with her. She took his hand and guided him to her long ponytail. With her silent permission, Percy's fingers wrapped around her hair and he tugged gently. She moaned around his cock and the vibrations made him cry out.

"Shit, Annabeth! Oh shit!" She smiled, which Percy decided had to be the sexiest thing in the world. His girlfriend smiling with his dick in her mouth. She brought her hand to his base so she wouldn't choke and Percy moaned as she increased her pace.

"Annabe...im Gonna...fuck, you gotta...move..." but her gaze met his as she hollowed out her cheeks and her name echoed around the throne room. He collapsed over the armrests, his arm flung over his eyes. His cheeks flushed, his hair mussed by his own hands, his chest heaving- Annabeth though him to be the most beautiful thing in the world. She discreetly wiped at her mouth and moved up to nuzzle into him. He peered at her from under his arm and exhaled.

"Sweet fucking hellhounds in a handbasket!" She giggled, which she swore never to do, and placed a gentle kiss on his chest.

"I'm glad you approve."

"All right, Wise Girl. Your turn." He reached for her jeans but someone cleared their throat and he froze, his face losing all color.

"I would hold off on that, son."

"Shit...Dad! Fuck, really?" He frantically tugged at his jeans and underwear, sitting straight up.

"Athena is on her way and she already wishes to turn you into a rodent. I didn't think it would be wise to allow her to find her daughter in a, uh, compromising situation."

"Oh my gods," he covered his face with his hand and shook his head.

"Good to see you again, Miss Chase." Percy helped her shimmy down from the throne, then jumped down beside her.

"Lord Poseidon," she bowed her head. "I was just, uh, leaving for New Rome."

"I am so sorry," he mouthed, looking mortified.

"Really Percy. Better your dad than my mom." He groaned but turned to look behind them.

He reached over and covered her eyes with his hand, knowing she would be tempted to look.

"Dad, can whatever it is wait until tomorrow? I want to get Annabeth hone safely tonight."

"Of course, Percy. I shall see you tomorrow. Have a good night, you two." Blushing, the two lovers practically ran from Mount Olympus until they were in the elevator.

"What a nightmare," he leaned against the cold wall and groaned.

"You know, it's a shame we're leaving now." He started down at her with a bemused frown.

"I'm feeling quite...inspired at the moment." Percy's cheeks were flushed but he chuckled as he pulled her into his arms.

"When I get you back to New Rome, we can see if I manage to inspire you even further."

"I have no doubts you will, Seaweed Brain."