Nakedness
Not what you think. Sorry it's so short but I just wanted to have a small understanding with them, kinda random I know. From here on out the chapters will be small one shots telling of different events after the war. Majority will be Percabeth- I can tell you that now- but I have some ideas for other couples and friends in my mind. Please review J
They were living together, practically married, and Percy still didn't know what to do when Annabeth was lacking clothes. Sometimes he knew exactly what he wanted to do and he just impulsively did it; which Annabeth loved. But there were other times, more sensitive moments in the night were memories of Tartarus came wracking into their brain and they couldn't move more than a foot away.
But not all the bad thoughts came at night. Spiders were a never a completely avoidable option- they were evadable, but that didn't mean every Raid and pesticide against spiders was under their kitchen sink. The pest scrambled through the bathroom while Annabeth turned off the faucet. The golden curls were a soaking mess over her towel once she stepped out, unaware of any living thing in her home besides Percy, who was sleeping in the bedroom from working late at the lab. He became a marine biologists, wasting away in college for years like her just so they could enjoy what they do with a well-off salary. Annabeth could buy anything she wanted for them, as could Percy, because they had such quality occupations.
The black dot with a red speck walked leisurely onto her foot, checking to see if this was the daughter of Athena he had heard of through the grapevine. The daughter flinched and lunged for the Nike sandal just outside the door to squish the life out of the arachnid. After the death was complete, she held her towel tightly with her lip trembling in remembrance. She stared down at her scarred left palm from the day she and Percy fell, the day she wrapped and met Arachne. It was white and faded, but still prominent on her otherwise tan palm. She hit it against her thigh out of frustration and stood up to put the shoe back. She would have went back and gotten dressed, then eaten in peace. She could have showed even more hubris- to herself only- and cleaned the guts off the ground. But what she did was nowhere near that vicinity.
She walked up, trembling, to the dark haired man in their shared bed. He lay on the right side like normal, wrapped lazily in a blue and brown comforter, drooling lightly on the brown designed pillow. She shook him lightly.
"Percy?"
"Hm," he mumbled lightly. She sighed to herself, just knowing how vulnerable and childlike she looked calling on Percy about a 'monster in her closet.'
"Percy there was a spider in the bathroom and I really need you to hold me right now," she rushed out with one breath. He shuffled awkwardly to a sitting position and didn't even have his arms out before Annabeth was in his lap.
Her arms went around his neck while her head went into his neck, smelling him. He had to grab her hurriedly before he himself fell back, blushing as his hand felt her naked back. His mind didn't register the teenage thought initially, but hell, he was 24 years old and engaged to the girl in his arms. He was allowed to touch her naked back if he wanted to.
"So it was a spider?" He yawned and thought about his morning breathe remotely.
Annabeth's only response was a head nod into his neck, his freezing neck. She was cold because of lack of clothing. Her wet hair soaked the pillows around him as she clung to him, shivering from hidden nightmares revealed.
"Sit up," he said gingerly as he moved in a decent sitting position with her. He concentrated on her hair and the pillows around them to remove the water and she only sniffled in response to her now normal hair. Her towel was creased and barely wrapped around her chest as she lazily held it; she was more focused on the irrational fear inside her.
Percy removed his own night shirt and pulled it over her head while taking the towel. Seeing her in his nightshirt brought a shiver to himself, Annabeth was still amazingly attractive, even while tortured. He rubbed her back while she held onto him tightly, gripping for reality in her mind. He leant back so she was lying on him, still holding him, when he felt a pair of lips-hers of course- press to his neck. He stopped breathing for a minute as she pressed herself up, to look down on him for a moment.
Her eyes traveled down his chest, (her pillow on most nights) his arms, (which always held her with love) and back up to his face. His eyes were no longer crinkled with tiredness, only looking at her wide eyed to see what her next move was. His Adam's-apple showed above his collarbone, along with his shaggy raven hair resting everywhere it could go. She smiled at Percy, her man, and whispered a thank you. Her head rested back on his chest like normal as he stared on at her.
The scars of her arms matched his, the old, single strand of gray they shared barely present, and even the crease in her brow had formed years ago, when beginning college. They were older now. They were adults. But some things never fade.
They were still demigods, still in love, and still tortured by the cruelty of the gods.
