A/N: By popular demand, second chapter has arrived. Lol. :D Review if you want more.

I honestly had no idea what I was doing. It just seemed right, right? I was supposed to do this. Girl blows you, you eat girl? That's what some of the guys in the Hephaestus cabin had said when Beckendorf started dating Silena Beauregard, daughter of Aphrodite, this summer. I guess it didn't really matter when it came down to the fact that they were technically step-siblings… Since Hephaestus and Aphrodite were married and all. Whatever… All I knew in the moment was how the fuck was I going to please a daughter of, dare I say it, Athena. Annabeth was the hardest to please, even in everyday activities.

There'd been a few times I had tried to make advances on Annabeth, and for a few moments, I actually thought she was gonna give in and we'd make out on the couch, but then she'd get pissy at something I'd in the moment, then make a comment on how messy my cabin was. (Not that I could help it with Tyson away. He usually did the cleaning.) Needless to say, I learned my lesson that Annabeth was probably never going to like me because she'd always find a small detail she didn't like, and unfortunately, I'm not an automaton, so she can't break me down, then build me to her preferences. Doesn't work like that when you're half human, half Greek god. Believe me, I still haven't gotten used to the whole fact that I'm part god, even after three years at this camp.

All that still didn't change the situation. There I knelt before the most beautiful woman in the world, the most aggressive woman in the world, and the pickiest woman in the world. I had my work cut out for me, no doubt, so, without further ado, I made my move.

Annabeth's legs were all slippery from the ocean water they'd just been in, not to mention her bathing suit bottoms were soaked as well. It also wasn't helping that they were partially see-through, but I'm assuming she knew that since she kind of smiled when she realized I was staring and not acting on anything. "Any time today, Seaweed Brain, that'd be ni-," she started to say, but was cut short when I pressed my lips to her inner thigh, probably making the easiest move I knew so I didn't have to hear her tell me what to do, which I'm sure was coming next after, "Hey, Percy. Bathing suit needs to come off." Thankfully, she was too flustered by my leg kisses to do anything much other than moan.

I took my own sweet time, kissing up and down her left thigh, then her right. Probably because I didn't want move forward and make a mistake, but I knew stalling wasn't necessarily the answer… was it? It could be? I mean, I could've sat there forever just touching Annabeth's legs… Yes, I realize now how creepy and utterly pervish that sounds.

When I finally decided enough was enough with the weird leg touching, I decided we'd start off kind of slow. So, instead of making a move for her core, like she most likely thought I'd do, I pressed soft kisses up her body. Up her hips and stomach, until I reached her chest. She was still topless, and the opportunity to pull one of her breasts into my mouth was staring me directly in the face, taunting my teenage boydom, but nonetheless, I took what was handed to me.

I lightly brushed my tongue up against one of her hardened nipples, and I knew she'd enjoyed at least that by the way she arched her back, pushing her chest closer to me. I wouldn't label me as cocky, but the action she made was pretty transparent, and I was going to take advantage of it. So I simply just smirked, laughing a bit. She heard me laugh, and I was sure she was going to hit me upside the head, but when she didn't do anything, I figured she wanted me to continue.

I took her hardened nub into my mouth, wrapping my lips around it, lightly sucking because I didn't know what else to do. Then, I remembered something Beckendorf told me. 'Your tongue is probably your best bet into her pants, hands down. Use it in any way you can, and you're sure to have her begging you to stick it in side, you know what I mean?' Yeah. Beckendorf was filled with some pretty "wise" words. Thought, I still took his advice. I ran my tongue out along the sensitive nub, almost feeling her writhe beneath me, which kind of made me smile. 'Oh, Beckendorf,' I thought, 'you're always right.'

While my mouth paid attention to her left breast, my other hand dragged its way up her body to her right one. Instinctively, I place my hand on her breast, cupping it gently. I had realized I was just holding it for a while when Annabeth placed her hand on mine, squeezing it. I'm sure she was trying to send me a message, non-verbally, but it wasn't quite getting through this thick head. That is, until she squeezed my hand so hard, I could've sworn I heard a bone pop. I think Annabeth heard it to because she muttered a breathy, "Sorry," before biting her lip.

It's normal to have sudden bursts of confidence, right? Right. So, instead of continuing like nothing happened, I was gonna make sure she knew she probably just broke my hand. I kissed my way up her chest, across her collarbone, and up to her neck. Annabeth let out a small breath of air as soon as my lips touched the shell of her ear. Laughing, I whispered, "Careful, Wise Girl."

I could see the blush that spread across Annabeth's face in the sunlight, even if they were in the shade. I just smiled before moving to her lips, not quite kissing her just yes, but just hovering there. "I'm still half mortal." Then, I pressed my lips to hers for the second billionth time that day.

I didn't know what to do next (Shocker.), but I had to something to advance further on the southern regions of her body…. Did I just say that? Yeah. I did.

I moved my right hand back down her body, caressing her side for a moment or two before l slipped my hand down between her thighs. I softly brushed my hand against her skin of her legs before I moved my hand up and up and up until… Well, you know… Annabeth got frustrated with me being so damn hesitant and grabbed my arm, forcing my hand higher. She was a persistent woman, did I mention that? Once she got my hand right where she wanted, and I'm assuming you know exactly where I mean, I slightly jumped. I could feel her heat radiating through the material of her bathing suit bottoms and onto my hands.

Slowly, her hand reached up through my black hair, causing a soft shiver to run down my spine. Yes, tongues may make a woman do what you want them to do, but let me be the first to tell you, when I girl does THAT, I'm just gonna say it has the same effect, and due to that, a soft moan fluttered through my lips. She obviously made it a mental note to remember that because she did it over again.

"Annabeth…" I muttered against her lips as I broke the kiss, my eyes fluttering closed. Almost as if payback, I began to rub her over her bottoms a bit harder than I had in the last few minutes, causing her to nearly jolt from underneath me, but I'm sure my weight held her there.

After a few minutes of me rubbing her, which I was eventually getting used to touching the best fighter at camp's hot, yet covered, center, Annabeth grabbed my hand. Once again, I had thought I'd done something wrong and was more than willing to fix it, but instead, she just slid my hand underneath her swimsuit bottoms. I could feel the heat of a blush crawl up my neck, but I buried my face in her neck before she could get a chance to see.

I had frozen, incapable of doing what she wanted me to do. That, and I didn't know exactly what to do. Annabeth had seemed to catch my hesitancy and turned to whisper in my ear. "Percy, please." And that was all I needed to keep myself going. That one little needy whine from Annabeth gave me enough courage to do the impossible, at least for a fourteen year old.

I began to move my fingers against her warm folds, and the first moan I had heard from her was the one I'd hold on to for the rest of my life. I moved my fingers up and down her folds until I found that bundle of nerves that made her jump and squeal. I smiled, paying that one spot a bit more attention than I should've. "Percy, you're killing me here," Annabeth managed to mutter. I knew what I had to do then.

I finally left that bud alone, slipping back down her folds until I found her entrance. Before Annabeth could say anything in response, I slipped a finger in. We all know that since I'm the son of Poseidon, I don't have to get wet if I don't want to, but believe me, right here, right now, I wanted to be wet. I wanted my fingers to be drenched in Annabeth.

I started pumping that one finger in and out of her until I saw her ease from the discomfort and get into the pleasure. Seeing that, I slipped in another finger. She moaned, but I wasn't so sure it was in satisfaction. I paused, waiting for her response. I felt her nod her head, so I kept going, now pumping two fingers in and out of her. After a while, she had seemed to get a bit into it. How do I know? She had begun rocking back on my hand, which honestly made me feel a bit cocky, like I'd done something so right, Annabeth couldn't help but want more.

"Percy," Annabeth moaned as she gripped my moving arm. "Percy, I'm…"

"Close?" I finished.

I could just hear a signature Annabeth grumble, that usually meant she wasn't happy, mixed with moans. "Don't mock me, Jackson."

"Got it, Chase."

"Percy," She started to say, which I was sure was going to be a lecture (Yes a lecture in the middle of me fingering her), but then I pushed in a third finger and started to go faster, pumping in and out as much as the restriction of her bottoms would allow me. She opened her mouth to what I thought was going to be yelling, but her face suddenly contorted a bit

I simply leaned up, grinning boyishly. "You were saying."

and her legs twitched. Then, the loudest, sweetest moan I'd ever heard Annabeth produce. I knew she had hit her climax, and I knew I was going to let her ride my fingers all the way through it. I could feel her walls tightening in on my fingers, to which I had to reduce by one finger every ten seconds until she was done and panting. She had wrapped her arms around me so tight, I thought I was going to suffocate.

Once she had calmed down enough to catch her breath, she lightly pushed on my chest, which I knew meant get up. So, I sat back, pulling my hand out of her bikini bottoms. I gave her a minute to gather herself, quite proud with myself for making her this way.

She then turned to me, her eyes quite clearly clouded. "Percy, that…"

"Was wow? Hmm, I know. I'm just too good with my hands."

Annabeth scoffed. "You're good with your sword, Jackson. I wouldn't quite go all the way in saying you're good with your hands."

I narrowed my eyes with a grin. "Clearly I was good enough to-"

"You finish that sentence and I'll show you good I am with my knife."

I raised my hands in surrender, laughing a bit. "Fine, fine."

"Although, you didn't quite repay the favor, Jackson."

I suddenly perked up, narrowing my eyes again. "How didn't I? I clearly made yo-"

"What's that one thing Beckendorf told a group of campers at the Hephaestus cabin? You can own a girl with a tongue?" She mockingly looked up at me with a grin.

"Oh, now that's not fair. You were there?"

"Athena helps clean up sometimes." Annabeth shrugged. "You seemed pretty intrigued in the conversation."

I swear I could've beat myself up right then and there for ever thinking about that.

"And for that, dear daughter of Athena, you can walk back to camp shirtless." I stuck my tongue out at her, stood up, and grabbed her Camp t-shirt and her shorts, wrapped them up in my towel, and turned to head back to camp, whistling.

Her jaw dropped. "Perseus Jackson. You come right back here right now!"

"I'll think about it. I don't think it's that wise right now." I called back at her.

"Percy," she whined.

I grinned. "Gotta get it from me first, Wise Girl. Oh, almighty Battle Strategizer."

She didn't waste time, and she clearly didn't care that she had nothing covering up her chest, before she ran and jumped on me, knocking me to the ground. "As your boyfriend, Miss Chase, I suggest you get off of me unless you want round two."

She grinned as she straddled my hips. Annabeth grabbed the towel from under my arm, and pulled her t-shirt out from inside it, then slipped it on.

"How 'bout a rain check, Water Boy? I got to strategize in battle." She leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to my lips.

"I love you, Seaweed Brain."

For some reason, the words didn't even faze me.

"I love you, too, Wise Girl."

A/N: I've always loved Percabeth. 3 And I just finally finished The Last Olympian... Why so much death, right? So this is in Honor to the great Charles Beckendorf. 3 Review for more. I love seeing what you guys think. Makes me feel all happy inside. :P