Now all of those young, innocent souls reading this story, beware: this chapter isnt all details, but it does have some PG 13 scenes.

"I love you too," I said, "and now, my mouth is longing for those red lips of yours, talk's over?"

"Defiantly." She said, and grabbed my hair, pulling me closer.

I brought my mouth to hers and we continued that passionate kiss. When kissing, I didn't notice anything else. She was my world; THE world. Her lips the reason of my existence, and her body my soul. This kiss was long, so long that when we broke apart I grasped for breath. I turned around and held her while fell onto the soft bed while she gasped in surprise.

"You smell so good," I said, taking in her scent.

"You like my perfume?" she asked, breathing heavily.

I looked into her eyes and said, "Very, let me smell it again." I leaned toward her neck supposedly where the perfume was and starting kissing it. Slowly, I came back toward her mouth, taking a very good taste of her body.

After a few minutes of good, old fashioned high school make out she started taking of my shirt, unbuttoning it one by one. I kept kissing her neck when she finally got it off.

"I don't remember your back being so muscly," she teased me, "are those abs new?"

"Oh, Annabeth, just be thankful your boyfriend has the body of a Greek god," I said, and sat up to flex my muscles.

She giggled again, the sound made me smile, "Oh trust me, I'm very thankful."

"You just can't keep your hands off me can you, Annabeth?"

"Percy, it's not me who can't control my teenage boy needs," she said, "How about we make it more interesting?"

"How exactly?" I asked, very interested.

"No touching or kissing, first one to break, loses."

"Easy," I said, even though it does not sound easy it all.

She got of the bed and stood in front of me. "You know what, Percy? I am really hot," she said fanning herself, making me gulp. "And I already promised you this dress won't stay on for long." She said, with a triumphant smile on her face.

She got closer to me until we were a breath away from each other, and then she turned her head around whipping me with strands of her golden hair. Slowly, she unzipped her dress, and it fell down to her heels. I knew I would lose our little bet once I saw her. She wore a sexy bright pink bra and lacy turquoise panties.

Yes, me, Percy Jackson, savior of Olympus, couldn't do anything but stare and drool over a girl. I guess she saw her opportunity, so she straightened up right in front of me, who was sitting by the way, so her chest was right in front of my face. I am a boy. It is way more difficult than it looks.

"Am I standing too far for you, Percy? Should I get closer?" she said, in a sweet but evil voice.

"N-n-no that's o-ok," I stuttered, mentally hitting myself.

She didn't listen though, and she leaned in so her mouth was next to my ear. Then she whispered, in this seducing voice, "I wish there was someone here who could kiss me. My mouth is waiting for you; my body is waiting for your hold."

That's it; I am stupid for trying to win from the beginning, now I want her body in my arms and her mouth in mine. I raised my arm to touch her, but she was had stepped back from me. "What's that for? I lost, I admit."

"Admit what, Percy?" she asked, teasing me again.

"That you are, way sexier than me, and I want and need you more than you need me."

She walked around the bed, and I followed her with my eyes, like a puppy following a hotdog. Then she lay on the far corner from me. "I thought you needed me," she said, half laughing.

I jumped on top of her, she yelped, and I held her hands down on the bed on either side of her. "Are you mocking the savior of Olympus, Ms. Chase?" I ask, as I stole a kiss.

"And what will you do to me if I am?" she asked, and I saw her eyes begging for another kiss.

"You will never escape my hold, because, Ms. Chase, my arms are as strong as those of a lion." I said, and stole another kiss, this time longer.

She struggled against my hold but gave up quickly. "Fine," she said, "claim your prize."

I dove down and kissed her like a hungry animal, salvaging every second. Slowly, I moved my mouth down toward her neck, lower and lower. I heard her gasping, and I smirked to myself. When I got right in between the two cups of her bra I started moving toward the sides, but I didn't want to take her bra off today, I like the mystery better.

I escalated upward back to her chest and then neck, and slowly found her mouth again. Now she was the one who ripped her mouth from mine and moved straight toward my chest. I felt her tongue scouting my body, her lips trailing the line of my muscles. I entangled my hands in her hair, savoring every moment of her on my body.

She moved back toward mouth, and I used my free hand to unzip my pants. I took them off and threw them away. Rolling back on top of her, I took off my underpants and her panties. Making love to Annabeth is probably the best feeling in the world. It is proving my love to her, and her love to me.

"I love you, Annabeth, I love you," I kept repeating, and kissing her even fiercer.

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