girlgenius22, your request will come up asap! In the meantime, here's a little blurb I wrote a while back. Enjoy!
It was a cold winter day. Snowflakes danced in the sharp, frosty wind and settled into white blankets covering the roads. Grey clouds the color of her eyes trapped their neighborhood from the warmth of the sun. Trees rocked violently, brushing their leaves against the windows.
Percy had the heater on full blast, and Annabeth begrudgingly let it be. Yes, they weren't that financially stable yet, and their electricity bill would likely skyrocket, but she was still shivering. She probably wouldn't be able to survive if the heater wasn't on.
She walked into the living room, mug of coffee in hand. Her body was buried under a peach knit sweater and her thicker set of jeans. She had shoved her feet into a pair of fluffy boots that had her scrunching her toes to feel the softness.
Before her was quite a sight. Tarp covered the floor, paint splattering the edges. A ladder rested in the center of a ceremonial circle of paints and brushes, the supreme paint bucket sitting on top of it. Off to the side, Percy was sliding a paint roller against the wall while singing along to All I Want For Christmas is You.
Having heard the shuffling of shoes on tarp, Percy whisked around. "Hey. Wanna help?"
Annabeth raised her mug to her lips. "Later."
She seated herself on the stairs and watched her husband paint. The coffee warmed her to the tips of her fingers, but something else warmed her heart. Perhaps it was the sight of Percy taking the time to work on their new home. Maybe it was the way his muscles rippled under that workout T-shirt. It also could have been the fact that she was finally building something permanent with a man she could now call family.
Her coffee was long finished, but she kept her eyes on him. The song had changed to Coldplay's Everglow, and Percy was still singing. He wasn't all bad at it, but he wasn't the best either. That is, unless he tried to sing the high notes. Then he sounded like a screeching walrus.
He turned back around, that teasing smirk stretching across his lips. "It's been nearly ten years since we got together and you still can't cover up when you're checking me out."
She set down her mug and smiled. "Do I need to?"
Percy put the paint roller back in its container and kissed her lightly. "Not at all."
By the time Annabeth had washed her mug, changed into old clothes, and returned to the living room, Percy was nearly done with one wall. He was filling in the remaining white spots with a smaller brush.
"Don't touch," he warned.
She rolled her eyes. "You're telling me?"
He stuck his tongue out at her like the kid he was. Annabeth picked up the paint roller and began working on the adjacent wall. They painted in comfortable silence for a bit, until Annabeth's eyes lit up in mischief. She turned to face him.
Percy's eyebrows were furrowed as he concentrated on painting. He seemed intensely focused, for once in his life. He hadn't noticed Annabeth coming up behind him.
Annabeth's sock-clad feet barely rustled the tarp as she swiped her paint-covered roller across Percy's back. She hopped back to her spot before Percy could comprehend what happened.
Percy froze at the sight of his blue back. His eyes narrowed as he turned, ever so threateningly, towards Annabeth's giggling form.
She knew what was going to happen. For a brief moment, she thanked the gods for reminding them to use the tarp.
Her husband lunged at her, paintbrush in hand, and caught her by the waist. To her demise, his hands were strong around her body, and he refused to let her go.
With a battle cry, Annabeth pinched Percy's waist and escaped his grip. He cried in frustration as she restocked the paint on her roller and waved it at him threateningly. His grin widened.
Percy strode towards her, swinging his brush like he would a sword. Annabeth backed up, panicked, until she collided with an unpainted wall. As he marched towards her, Annabeth realized that there was no way out. She was trapped.
Shouting in victory, Percy launched himself at her. They rolled onto the ground and battled for dominance until they found themselves lying in the middle of the room, matted with splotches of light blue paint.
Annabeth squirmed and screamed and buried her face in his chest, but he just laughed. The soft bristles of his brush caressed her skin as he whispered, "You are in so much trouble."
She pulled back to observe him. Blue paint streaked across his forehead and cheeks, and a dollop of it caught onto the tip of his nose. His ocean eyes sparkled with humor. His tan skin looked even more beautiful as it glittered under the chandelier light.
Carefully avoiding the paint on his face, Annabeth brushed her lips against his.
No matter how many times she did this, it felt new every time. Every kiss was marked with different feelings, different memories. And she knew that she would never forget this one. Play-fighting with her husband on a stormy day, gazing into each other's colorful faces as they embraced the magic of a newly-married life. The feeling of joy, utter happiness, as they blocked off all the darkness that had clouded their lives up to that moment. As they truly enjoyed their lives as they were, not as they had been.
When she pulled away, Percy placed his hands on her cheek. She leaned into his warmth. "Annabeth Jackson," he whispered.
She kissed him one more, this time on the top of his head.
He tugged her hair loose and buried his hands in it as their lips connected again. Their hearts beat in sync as they interchanged breaths and words of love.
It was a cold winter day. Paint long forgotten. Snowflakes no longer falling. Mounds of white barricading the doors of all houses.
The sun broke through the unforgiving veil of dark grey clouds, its rays illuminating the streaks of color throughout the neighborhood.
But the only colors that mattered were their own.
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