to the readers who talked about Percy messing up- good call ;)

I completed this a month ago and am actually quite fond of how it ends. But thank you all for the great suggestions! There is quite a bit of heartache and angst to come but I love my Percabeth, they'e my favorite ship!

Glad you'e all enjoying- here' a nice long one for yall.

Lots of smut and language in this one, read at your own risk!

And just so everyone knows, I just finished ToA and am halfway through Gods of Asgard. So something seems kinda off, it's just cause I haven't finished the series :)

Annabeth smoothed down her skirt as she hurried toward her office, periodically checking her watch. Percy had insisted on making her cum twice more in the shower and she had left the house with her hair still wet.

Annabeth worked for a prominent architecture firm right outside New Rome and she loved her job. Or she had, until a scumbag by the name of Colin Minkus had swept into her office several months ago and started ordering everyone around. Apparently his father owned a small fraction of the firm, so he saw it fit to establish himself as the head manager. Annabeth's boss had tried to contact the other heads of the firm but everyone was conveniently out of the country or unavailable. As a demigod, Annabeth was naturally suspicious but the research she had done on Minkus didn't reveal anything except he was just a cocky asshole.

From his first day he had set his sights on the beautiful young architect at the firm and decided to pursue her. Annabeth immediately told him she was in a serious relationship but she couldn't be rude about it. Still, he sent her flowers and expensive gifts and asked her to dinner.

However, yesterday he had crossed a line.

Annabeth fumed as she thought about it, her fists clenching and unclenching by her side.

"Good evening, Annabeth." She looked up, startled, to find Colin Minkus leaning against her door.

"Is there something I can do for you, Mr. Minkus?"

"Oh Annie, must we be so formal? Call me Colin." She gritted her teeth; she hated to be called Annie. Or Beth. And Minkus had used both of them.

"Sir, I'm afraid I've got a lot of work to do. I'm sure Mr. McGraff could assist-"

"What do I need to do, Annie, hm? What will it take for you to go out with me?"

"Mr. Minkus, as I have repeatedly told you, I am flattered but I am seeing someone." She rose from her chair and crossed to the door, determined to show him out and then lock it behind him. But his eyes glittered as he grasped her wrist and pulled her close.

"You love your job, don't you Annabeth?" Her eyes widened; she was no idiot and knew well where he was going with this.

"Mr. Minkus-"

"Because I would hate to have to call my father and tell him your work is unsatisfactory. You are one of the top architects at this firm, after all." Her jaw dropped as she twisted her wrist out of his hand.

"Mr. McGraff is very happy with my work!"

"McGraff doesn't have any say in this firm. I do. So you might want to stop kissing his ass...and start kissing someone else's."

"I don't kiss anyone's ass, Mr. Minkus. My work is enough to keep me around."

"Care to test that theory, Miss Chase?" Their gazes locked and he nodded. He then turned and closed the door behind him. Annabeth reached out to open it again but Minkus was quick and had her pressed against the door.

"Get off of me!"

"Careful Annabeth," he whispered in her ear, as he kneed her legs apart. "I know you want to stay here. And you can. I'd love to keep you around. If you can prove to me how much you want this job."

"You son of a-" she let out a gasp and a shriek as he bit down on her neck. She felt him hard against her back and wanted to throw up. What kind of a man became aroused in this kind of demeaning situation? He twisted her arm behind her and she cried out.

"You have no idea who you are dealing with!" Before he could reply, there was a sharp knock and he immediately released her.

"Thank you, Miss Chase," he said loudly, taking the door open. "I'll stop by again to see those designs next week." Rage filled Annabeth's eyes, the stormy depths tossing angrily. Mr. McGraff stood on the other side, looking concerned.

"Miss Chase, your secretary reported yelling. Is everything alright?"

"I'm afraid that's my fault, Arthur," Minkus said cheerfully. "Annie is quite spirited and I disagreed with her on one of her designs. But she's right, of course. Brilliant Girl you have here you know."

"Yes," the old manager replied, his eyes darting between them. "Yes, we appreciate Annabeth's passion and enthusiasm."

"Yes. Well, I have a conference call waiting for me. Arthur, Annabeth, always a pleasure." He gave Annabeth a pointed look and mouthed "not a word". Annabeth and McGraff watched him leave, and the old man turned back to her.

"Is everything copacetic, Annabeth?" She wanted to scream and throw things. She wanted to hold her blade to that jackass's throat. And she wanted to tell her boss the truth.

But she had worked too long and hard for a position like this. Even designing shrines for the gods couldn't compare to what she did here. And the firm paid well.

So she glued on a smile and nodded.

"Yes sir. Mr. Minkus and I don't see eye to eye on every design but that's alright. Not every soldier on the battlefield agrees with one another."

"Alright. Well. Do inform me if you need anything, yes?" She nodded, still smiling and retreated back to her office. She sat behind her desk and stared at the framed picture of Percy and her. She wanted to run into his arms right now.

But she was a Daughter of Athena and a big girl. So she shrugged off the feeling that her flesh was crawling away from her, and went back to work.

Resigning herself to the worst, she entered her office and immediately jumped up when McGraff walked in, looking harried.

"Mr. McGraff. Is everything alright?"

"Annabeth, Colin Minkus has gone missing."

She stared wide-eyed.

"Missing?"

"Yes. His wife reported he never came home last night. His assistant says it's not uncommon and he most likely left the country for some relaxation," he shrugged. It was a joke to pretend that anyone would miss him. "At any rate, those designs you were working on for him can now be placed on the back burner, as we really need you to focus on the new building plans instead."

"Of course. Yes sir, I'll...I'll get right on it." He nodded and hurried out. Annabeth watched him go, her mouth hanging open. Just yesterday he had threatened her and today he was missing. Demigods didn't believe in coincidences. Had Athena perhaps done something? The goddess didn't often interfere in her children's affairs but Annabeth imagined her mother would be furious.

Her eyes widened as they landed on the picture frame. Furious gods. She definitely knew of one of those who would interfere in her affairs.

Annabeth couldn't keep her eyes off the clock and she hardly got any work done. About an hour before they closed she went to McGraff, telling him her head was hurting and she could finish her work at home. Thankfully, he let her go with a wave and she quickly packed her bag.

When she got home, she was a little surprised to see Percy was still there. He stood at the stove, mixing something in a pan. Annabeth's laptop was open on the counter behind him and he was singing along to one of her favorite songs. It took a moment before he noticed her and his face broke into a wide smile.

"Hey, you're home early. I was just starting on dinner but it will take awhile-"

"What did you want to talk about this morning," she cut him off. His eyes widened and he mouthed wordlessly.

"Um…"

"Don't um me, Percy. Do you have something to tell me?" Sighing, he moved the pan off the burner and turned it off.

"Why are you so upset?"

"Did you kill him?"

"What? No of course I didn't kill him! You know me, Annabeth. Being a god hasn't changed me THAT much." She crossed her arms and he shook his head.

"I'm not a god anymore," he mumbled so low that she couldn't hear him.

"What?"

"I'm not a god anymore!" She staggered back and braced her hand on the door frame.

"What did you… what do you mean, you're not a god?"

"Zeus is punishing me," he shrugged. "Like a probationary period. Just another way for the big guy to lord his power over all of us." She glanced up at her ceiling anxiously, as if she expected lightning to strike.

"Why is he punishing you?"

"You cannot expect me to just watch what happened to you and not have done something about it," he said angrily. He ran his hands through his hair, making it even messier.

"Percy. What did you do to Colin Minkus?"

"Taught him a lesson. He deserves much worse, in my opinion. But I went easy on him." She saw how agitated he was and moved toward him. Her hands ran up his arms and grasped his biceps.

"You didn't kill him?"

"No. He's not dead. And Zeus is pissed because I refused to tell him where I sent the little fucker. So he took away my powers until I can behave. Told him to keep them cause I never wanted them in the first place and he got even madder. Dad had to step in and take me to his palace so I wouldn't say anything bad."

"Say anything bad?! Percy! Zeus could obliterate you!"

"And have a war with Poseidon? Besides, too many of the gods like me. Your mother was on my side, Annabeth! She said he deserved what he got!"

"Where did you send him? Please say it's not where I'm thinking."

"Depends on where you're-"

"Perseus Jackson," she growled, and he knew she was deadly serious.

"Fine. Yes. I sent him to Tartarus."

"PERCY!"

"I don't care, Annabeth! What he said to you...what he wanted to do to you...what he was thinking of doing to you! I heard every one of his vile, disgusting thoughts. I wanted to strangle him with my bare hands! But I sent him there! I went right back to get him a few hours later! We were down there much longer than he was, ok? I wiped his memory so he won't even remember any of it, the pig, but I made sure I knew who he had messed with beforehand. Course he won't remember who he is either but that's besides the po-"

"Percy! His father owns our firm! I could get fired!"

"How? They could never track it back to you! I won't apologize, Annabeth. I'm sorry that you're upset but I won't apologize for defending the person I love most in this world." Her eyes softened and she stood in front of him. Her arms draped around his neck and she stared up into his eyes. She saw anger but sadness and pain as well.

"You don't have to ride to my rescue on a black Pegasus every time I'm in trouble, you know." He managed a weak smile and shrugged.

"This time I did."

"So, how long is your probationary period?"

"Who the hell knows? Dad sent me here, told me to stay with you for a few days and keep my head down. But they need me for the Solstice and that's this Saturday."

"Five days," she said faintly. "You sure Zeus needs you for it?"

"That's what Dad said. Course, he gave me an earful for not being grateful for this gift, said I'd be in the Underworld right now if Zeus hadn't agreed to make me a god."

"He's right," she said, the thought striking her in the heart. Her fingers tightened around his arms and she shook her head. "I can't lose you, Percy."

"You won't lose me. But you know I never wanted this, Annabeth. Maybe… maybe I can ask Zeus to keep my powers. Have another chance with you."

"You would do that," she whispered. "You would give up immortality for me?" He took her face in his hands and his mouth was thin.

"You are everything to me. It kills me knowing we can't be a real family. I dreamed of it when we were in Tartarus. What it would be like, growing old with you. What our babies would look like. I still want it all with you."

"I want that too." She covered his hands with hers and closed her eyes when he leaned in to kiss her forehead. "I want it all with you."

"I'll speak with Zeus before the Solstice. Ask him to make me mortal again. I'll try to reason with him."

"I think you'd have more luck reasoning with my mother," she muttered.

"It'll be fine. Now, can I get back to making dinner?"

"Better be something good, Seaweed Brain. I'm starving."

But as she changed clothes, another though entered her mind. What if Hades felt cheated? Percy had escaped his fate by becoming a god. If he became mortal again, would the Fates come after him? You can't cheat death and the god of the Underworld wasn't particularly fond of her boyfriend.

She was quiet as she chewed her food, listening to but not hearing his story about his last time seeing Thalia when he had to bring a quiver of arrows to Artemis. He frowned and waved his hand in front of her face.

"Earth to Wise Girl. Hey. You ok?"

"Sorry. I'm a little tired. It's been, um, a difficult few weeks."

"How about I run you a bath?" She smiled as he stood up and carried their dishes to the sink. Taking her hand, he lead her back to her bathroom and he knelt to run the water.

When she finished undressing, she saw he had added bath salts and bubbles and the fragrances filled the room.

"I'll clean up while you relax." But she stopped him, her hand on his wrist, and her eyes were pleading.

"Take a bath with me." His smile lit up the room and this time it had nothing to do with his godly powers and everything to do with the love in his heart.

She moved her hands under his shirt and pushed it over his head. He sucked in a breath as she dropped to her knees, her hands fumbling with his zipper. He braced himself on her shoulders as she helped him step out of his jeans and underwear. He was already half- hard and Annabeth really just wanted to sit there on her knees and watch him harden. But he pulled her to her feet and roughly kissed her, moaning into her mouth. She pulled him backwards into the water and sat down, Percy sitting between her thighs and resting his head on her chest. His dark hair tickled her nipples and she gently brushed it back from his forehead.

"I love this," she finally broke the silence.

"Hm? Love what?"

"Just being here with you like this. Like we're a… normal couple." He grasped her hand under the water and squeezed.

"Well, I guess we still did this at your underwater palace, didn't we?"

"Mmhm. Except this time, Amphitrite won't come bursting in."

"Oh gods," she covered her eyes and groaned. "That was so embarrassing. I didn't think I would be able to face her and your father at dinner."

"My dad and step-mom know how I feel about you, love. It was no worse than the time Paul walked in on me going down on you."

"Thank the gods he didn't have Estelle with him. I could never forgive myself if we traumatized your little sister." Percy chuckled but Annabeth saw his smile fade slightly.

"What's wrong?"

"I miss them. I mean, sure, I go see them when I can but Estelle is getting older and I just don't know how to tell her. Mom and Paul just tell her I'm living in California with you."

"You didn't choose to leave, Percy," she said softly. "We all know that. Sally understands that. We know you didn't have a choice. And you visit more than any other god I know. You can't be upset with yourself."

"I just hate when the gods keep me away from you for long periods of time. I want to be here, in your arms, watching you fall asleep and making breakfast when you wake up."

"I know the gods are busy, Percy. And they keep you busy. I don't fault you for that." He sighed and shifted his head higher on her chest. She wrapped her legs around his waist, then leaned forward to wrap her arms around his chest. He chuckled as he brought a hand up to rest on her arm.

"Am I your prisoner now?"

"Yep. And I'm not letting you get away."

"I'm fine with that." He turned his head and she leaned in to kiss him. Her hands moved up and down his toned chest and he shivered as she raked her nails across his belly button. She sat up so she could reach around and wrap her fingers around his arousal. He swallowed, his breathing heavy as he dropped his head back on her shoulder. She moved her hand up and down, the head of his cock popping out of the bubbles.

"Annabeth," he groaned, turning his head into her neck. She sucked at his neck and nibbled the spot behind his ear that drove him crazy. He suddenly turned around, splashing water everywhere, as he knelt between her legs. He leaned down to take her nipple into his mouth, his tongue lavishing her areola.

"Turn around," he said roughly, his hands on her thighs. She scrambled out of the water and turned to face the wall. He pushed two fingers inside her and she winced slightly.

"Um, babe?"

"Sorry, it's just… water tends to dry me out."

"Oh. You should have said something,

love." He gripped her hips and easily lifted her out of the bath but he didn't bother with drying them off. He carried her bridal-style into the bedroom and fell onto the bed. He leaned against the headboard and tugged her hand.

"Come up here." She moved up to kiss him and he broke the kiss to sink down a ways.

"Percy?"

"I want you to ride my face, baby." Her face reddened and she glanced down at him.

"What if I suffocate you?"

"Fuck, that would be the way to go."

"Percy."

"You won't suffocate me. And I can still lift you if I can't breathe. Come here, Annabeth, I want you to cum all over my mouth." She still blushed red when her boyfriend spewed such delicious filth. Though she pretended to be scandalized, she secretly loved it. She stood over him, one leg on either side of his head and glanced down at him, anxiously chewing her lip.

"Fuuuuuck," he breathed, reaching up to push a finger inside her. "You're already so fucking wet." He gently pulled her down to his mouth and she let out a scream. Percy "hmmmed" appreciatively, his tongue flattening and moving through her folds, and the next second, hardening and thrusting inside her.

"Oh fuck Percy… oh FUCK! PERCY! GODS, YES!" Her fingers were wrapped in his hair as she threw all caution to the wind. Not even aware of who she was anymore, Annabeth grinded against his mouth and rode his face fiercely. His hands gripped her thighs as he doubled his efforts. Annabeth felt a rush and looked down in horror to see her boyfriend's face was soaked. She moved off of him, only to see him wearing the cockiest smile that just seemed to remain on his face at all times.

"Holy hellhounds, that was fucking incredible!"

"Oh. You… you liked it?"

"Um… you didn't? Cause I'm pretty sure you really REALLY liked it."

"No, I… I meant… I mean, what happened afterwards…" He cupped her chin and made her look at him.

"Annabeth, baby, that was the hottest thing I have ever seen." She blushed but his smile grew even wider.

"Seriously, the fact that I just made you do that… I really want to call Jason and rub it in his face."

"Oh my GODS, Percy!" She hid her face in her hands and shook her head.

"I didn't say I would! Just really want to. He, uh, may have asked me if I ever… you know… made you do that."

"Wait. Seriously?" He looked sheepish as she scoffed.

"You two are worse than a bunch of Daughters of Aphrodite!" Her eyes widened as she remembered that one of her best friends was a Daughter of Aphrodite… and Jason's girlfriend.

"So you don't call Piper and Hazel and compare us boys, or anything?"

"Ugh, no Percy, I have better things to do with my time."

"Alright Wise Girl, but if Piper ever asks you if I'm any good, you had better come through."

"You're not her type," she fired back and he rolled his eyes.

"Really? Why does everyone use that excuse? What does that even mean? I'm not her type. I'm not his type. I'm-"

"You're MY type," she cut him off, moving to straddle his lap. "And MY boyfriend. No one else's." His eyes widened for a moment before the cocky smile returned.

"Damn I love when you get all bossy and possessive like that."

"Bossy and possessive? Those aren't the best words to use for your girlfriend, Percy." She rose up and lowered on top of him, her teeth digging into her lip. He waited for her to adjust, seated within her completely.

"Oh shit Annabeth, you gotta move soon. Please!"

"Now who's being bossy?" She moved up and back down and he groaned. She leaned in to whisper in his ear.

"You want to see bossy? Maybe one night I'll tie you to the bed and have my way with you." His eyes looked ready to pop out of his head as he stammered. She laughed as she kissed him, then started to move, riding him fiercely until they were both spent.