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Nightmare: Chapter 2:
When the door was shut, Clarisse didn't give Annabeth time to speak or even move when she bent down and cupped her left arm beneath both the blonde's legs and cradled her whole upper body with her right arm, scooping the slimmer woman up in her grasp bridal style and carried her over to the bed, despite the other woman's protests.
"Clarisse," Annabeth grumbled, squirming a little in the other warrior's firm hands, "Put. Me. Down. Now."
In response, Clarisse smirked. "Okay." She stated, humored apparently, bended a little and dropped Annabeth onto the mattress. Annabeth grunted on impact, glaring up at her lover, who just grinned at her in the dark.
"Dammit, Clarisse." Annabeth growled, "Knock it off."
Clarisse chuckled and lowered herself to the bed, straddling Annabeth's knees as she slid up and took hold of Annabeth's wrists, one in each hand and pinned the blonde's arms to the bed next to the daughter of Athena's head.
Once more, Clarisse slid her thighs between Annabeth's, encasing herself in the blonde's legs. Annabeth's head fell back against the pillows, exposing more of her throat as she gasped, bosom heaving. Clarisse grinned devilishly and pressed her knee further into Annabeth's heat and moved her knee around again as she had done before.
More gasps tumbled out of Annabeth's mouth, streaming around the room as she repeated her moans. Clarisse took that opportunity to remove her leg and moved her hands to Annabeth's shorts, starting to slip them down past the blonde's waist. Annabeth snapped her eyes wide open and soon struggled to still Clarisse's hands and prevent the child of Ares from removing her clothing.
This caused Clarisse to lift her head and stare at her lover curiously, however, she released Annabeth's hands, allowing the strategist to at least be able to move her limbs away from her. "Why not? Artemis is safe, Anna. There's nothing to worry about. Why are you stopping me? It's alright." Clarisse grinned mischievously, "It's not like we haven't done this at least a thousand times before…..and then some."
Clarisse knew what Annabeth's response would be, but didn't even lift her arm up in defense when the blonde smacked her hand against the daughter of war's elbow. Clarisse grinned. She loved it when she could aggravate her wise and 'know-it-all' lover.
"But seriously," Clarisse added, her expression becoming sober, "Talk to me. Why do you keep struggling? I'm not going to force you; you know that. But why are you so against doing it tonight?"
Annabeth averted her beautiful grey eyes. Clarisse's eyes however, never left the daughter of Athena. "Annabeth?" Clarisse pressed gently, hands remaining at the blonde's waist, but not moving Annabeth's clothing anymore. Annabeth flinched, but eventually looked up at her dark haired mate, giving in.
"I want to." Annabeth confessed, voice cracking, "Gods, I want to, Clarisse, but I just can't think right now….I'm nervous."
"What's there to be nervous about?" Clarisse purred, thumbs fingering over the waistband of Annabeth's shorts, threatening to pull them down at any moment, "We have a child already, Annabeth. We've done this plenty of times. And besides, it's not like you need to think to do this. Just relax. I'll do everything. You don't have to be on guard all the time."
Annabeth seemed uncertain. Clarisse inhaled, face becoming grim. She supposed that she shouldn't be surprised. It hadn't been that long ago when she, Artemis and Annabeth had been thrown into the Underworld. It was only reasonable that Annabeth was afraid of letting her guard down. It had only been a year and five months since then. Artemis still had nightmares too of course. She kept sobbing about the "scary people" in the "fiery place." Clarisse hated that Artemis still remembered that. Their journey had affected all three of them. It was time for them to move on from their plight. Artemis had been only seven months old. No one should have to endure that.
"Clarisse," Annabeth spoke, catching her lover's attention, her voice sounded so weak in its uncertainty that the muscled warrior looked at her with unease. Annabeth noticed how her mate watched her, but made no comment and said slowly, "See…the thing is…..the reason why I'm worried about the nightmares now….I've been noticing things….remember I've been throwing up a few times? I checked. Mom confirmed it…..I'm pregnant."
Clarisse's eyes went wide. Annabeth was…..? No wonder she had been so nervous for the past few weeks. This child was like Artemis; she was a blessing from Aphrodite. Go figure that this child would come along when Clarisse least expected it. Aphrodite loved surprises like that. All fear and anxiety forgotten, the brunette grinned and jumped off of the blonde, picking the smaller woman up in her arms, startling her and holding the other woman to her chest, grinning down at her.
She hugged Annabeth close and tightly.
Annabeth glanced up from the imprisoned hold she was in, staring at how her lover beamed at her. She felt a smile tug at her own lips. Well, while it was true that her Clarisse had many wonderful qualities, she would be the first to tell anyone that no one was more easily frustrated by the other warrior's negative facets, but one thing that Annabeth was more than sure of was that her lover would always be a wonderful mother.
"We're going to be moms again?!" Clarisse started loudly before Annabeth gave the brunette a warning glare and she quickly quieted herself, not wanting to wake their oldest. The child of Ares then whispered voice exuberant, "Sorry. I'm gonna have another kid?!" The warrior rested her chin on Annabeth's head, closing her eyes, a content look taking her face. Annabeth relaxed and lifted her arms, winding them around Clarisse's neck.
The daughter of Athena tried not to laugh at Clarisse's childish exclamation. She knew how much Clarisse adored Artemis. She had never been able to do anything except watch on with love whenever she had seen Clarisse lift their little girl onto her shoulders and carry her around camp or when Artemis tried to be like her mommies and would try to lift up the stick end of a spear, her tiny body barely dragging the weapon along before Clarisse would come over, take the spear from their daughter and playfully scold the girl that the spear was not a toy.
Guilt set in at those thoughts. Annabeth knew that Clarisse was a good parent. She should have told the other demigod sooner. Annabeth gave in, her voice sounding defeated, "I'm sorry. That's why I was having nightmares, at least, that must be it. I just…..I don't want either Artemis or this child to have to go through what we go through. They're demigods too…monsters will want to hunt them, no matter what."
She felt Clarisse's arms tighten around her when she said that. "Never." The brunette growled above Annabeth, "They can try." Annabeth was startled when Clarisse opened the cage of her arms and picked her up off the floor, placing the daughter of the goddess of wisdom back down on the bed gently.
Clarisse hoisted herself onto the bed, straddling her lover. The brunette gave a wicked grin. "And I honestly hope this time you won't demand that I get you, and I quote, 'barbecued pheasant' on your sixth month of pregnancy like you did when you were pregnant with Artemis."
Again, the demigod warrior didn't lift a hand to protect herself when Annabeth smacked her for a second time, only now the hand went playfully against Clarisse's cheek. It was a light smack though and the daughter of the god of war wouldn't even have blinked if it had been a full blown, violent strike. "I had a craving!" Annabeth exclaimed in offense, "You can't expect me to be able to hold it back forever. I didn't have that many cravings while I was with Artemis."
"Oh yes, you're right," Clarisse digressed, voice apologetic, though Annabeth could tell just from looking at her other half's brown eyes that she didn't mean it at all, "Oh, I can just imagine what you'll want with this baby. Maybe fried pickles? Or like previously, you'll want eggs with grape jelly?"
"That's it!" Annabeth hissed, keeping her tone quiet, but smacking her hand against Clarisse's head, eliciting giggles and laughs from her soul mate. "Seriously, Clarisse, you're the most tactless," Annabeth smacked her hands down on the back of the still laughing Clarisse's head, "the most boorish creature that I've ever have had the displeasure of speaking to."
As Annabeth finished her rant, the daughter of Ares lifted her head and stared her lover in the eyes. "But the most boorish creature to have had plenty of pleasure sleeping with, you have to admit." The dark haired demigod added with her devilish grin ever widening.
Annabeth's grey eyes went wide and enflamed with anger. "Gods," She hissed, turning away from the other woman, "I swear, you're infuriating."
"But sexy." Clarisse chuckled, "You even said so yourself."
Irritated grey eyes stared at Clarisse again. "A drunk proclamation does not count! And I'll admit I was drunk. But I would never say that kind of thing sober. Certainly not to you."
"So you deny that you think I'm sexy." Clarisse said, sitting back against Annabeth's legs, arms crossed over her chest, smirking. "Of course I deny it." Annabeth grumbled, looking defiantly at Clarisse, "I deny it forever."
Clarisse's smirk widened and Annabeth felt a shiver as she realized she might have just stepped into a trap. "So you deny it, huh, smartass?" Clarisse chuckled, grinning, "Well then, I guess I'll just have to prove to you that I am."
Annabeth's breath got caught in her throat. Had she been able to speak she would have mumbled the short and very not eloquent word, "uh-oh."
Clarisse laughed, "What's the matter, Anna? Are you speechless? That's a first. I guess I finally have done the impossible. I made a daughter of Athena at a loss for words." Clarisse's eyes turned evil, "Now, how's about I follow through on that promise that I gave you? Maybe some convincing will do the job."
Clarisse unfolded her arms and brought them back down onto Annabeth's, pinning the blonde's back down onto the bed next to her head and Clarisse kept her face very close to her lover's. She heard Annabeth's breath hitching.
Clarisse spoke intensely, "Do you want me to stop, Anna? Cause honestly, you're in for a long night if you don't."
Annabeth shivered at the implications of Clarisse's statement. She felt heat start to churn between her legs. She knew already what her answer to Clarisse was going to be, it didn't make her any less nervous. She was well acquainted with Clarisse's versatile lovemaking abilities. Clarisse was going to be relentless tonight if she didn't tell her girlfriend that she wanted to stop.
Still, the blonde could feel herself give in easily. "No, Clarisse," She whimpered as she felt the dark haired warrior's right leg rub against her sex, "I don't want you to stop." Clarisse gave a playful grin and brought her mouth back to Annabeth's neck, nibbling carefully on the hollow of it, forcing a yelp from the daughter of Athena. Clarisse grinded her knee harder against Annabeth's heat and bit down more aggressively onto the blonde's throat. Annabeth's whimpers got louder and she squeezed her eyes shut.
Clarisse kept her lover's hands pinned above the blonde's head, keeping one hand on both of the other demigod's wrists, and her other hand glided down to Annabeth's light blue shirt, undoing the buttons with a frightening speed. When she had opened the shirt, leaving Annabeth's chest bare, she moved her hand to her lover's left breast, stroking the pad of her thumb against the slimmer demigod's nipple, causing the woman below her to quiver and moan, shuddering in delight.
Clarisse moved her mouth to the side of Annabeth's throat, paying attention to a particular place where a vein was and she bit down softly. Annabeth gasped again and the daughter of Ares squeezed the other girl's breast gently through the blonde's simple white shirt, clenching her fingers around the nipple a second time. Annabeth's breath hitched sharply. Her back arched and Clarisse's weight held her down to the mattress.
As Clarisse took her time licking the other nipple, reveling at the panting noises she was able to coax from her mate's mouth, she moved her other hand down to the hem of her lover's shirt, lifting it up. The dark haired warrior removed Annabeth's shirt, up over the blonde's head, her other hand releasing Annabeth's arms briefly before taking the other demigod's shirt off completely and dropping the garment to the floor needlessly and turned back to her girlfriend.
Her left arm pinned both of Annabeth's above the girl's head again and continued to clasp her mouth around the smaller demigod's nipple, her teeth biting very gently and Annabeth gasped again, heaving herself off the bed. Clarisse seemed to barely notice as she simultaneously used her free hand to cup the breast that she was nibbling into. As Annabeth writhed under her, Clarisse stopped massaging the blonde demigod's breast and carried her hand down to the other woman's pants, slipping her hand underneath the material, chuckling as the brilliant girl's blonde hair around that area tickled her palm and inserting a finger into the demigod's heat. Annabeth's breath was heaving and hitched, her whole frame shaking and shuddering.
Clarisse's mouth formed into a smirk around Annabeth's breast and she released it, moving her head to Annabeth's left breast, swirling her tongue around the nipple. She pulled her finger out of Annabeth's sheath before sliding it back in, this time adding second finger.
Annabeth's eyes were shut tight, her face became twisted and tight, her mouth hung open as gasps were ripped from her throat, her hips kept bucking into Clarisse's fingers. Clarisse playfully bit the blonde's nipple a little harder, forcing a loud yelp and the wise demigod to twist her upper torso in need. Clarisse's smug face split into a grin and she continued her nibbling and suck and in the meantime, she removed her fingers from Annabeth's core, dismissing the blonde's despairing whines in response and tucked her thumb under the waistband of the other demigod's sleeping shorts and underwear, pushing both pieces of clothing downwards, the garbs now going past the blonde's thighs.
Annabeth's eyelids fluttered open and she groaned anxiously at the agonizing slow pace Clarisse was going at while removing her clothing. Clarisse obviously noticed this and she parted her mouth from the blonde's chest, chuckling, moving the shorts away and off the bed. Looking back down at Annabeth, Clarisse smirked. Her left hand still had both of the daughter of Athena's arms captive above the blonde's head and the daughter of Ares took that moment to lean back somewhat and simply stared at the length of the wise demigod's body.
Annabeth glanced at Clarisse's face and growled at the lewd expression her mate had. "Damn it, Clarisse!" She snapped, frustration lancing through her and swelling within her, anger starting to stir, "What by the Gods are you doing just sitting and staring?! Either you finish what you started, or I swear by both Athena and Ares that I'm going to send you back to Tartarus if you don't do something and fast!"
Clarisse laughed, grinning, not feeling threatened at all by the warning, even though she had witnessed the torments in Tartarus first hand. "Wow, you must be very desperate." She growled, eyes glinting in lust, "Going to Tartarus doesn't scare me. Not anymore. Or being sent to the Fields of Punishment. Being taken away from you and Artemis is the only thing that scares me. You should know that by now, Anna."
The blonde's grey eyes widened at the conviction in the destructive demigod's voice. And with that, the daughter of Ares moved off of the other demigod, shifting down her mate's body and angled downwards, releasing Annabeth's arms, only to place both hands on the blonde's legs, spreading them apart as her face neared her lover's left inner thigh. The brutal warrior chose to forgo all her tender bites and nibbling as she dug her teeth into the soft flesh of Annabeth's thigh. Annabeth couldn't stop the cries spilling from her mouth. Her shoulders slammed back against the bed.
Clarisse unclenched her mouth from the segment of Annabeth's leg and glanced up at her partner, chortling, her tone lacking all subtly, "Careful, wise girl; do you want Artemis to hear you? There's a pillow right there. Might want to bite it, cause I'm not holding back."
That was a clear message that got through to Annabeth fast. However, even after those words, Annabeth wasn't prepared for the daughter of war leaning her head down again and thrusting her tongue inside of her burning hot groin. Annabeth started to scream before she turned her head quickly and bit the pillow she was lying against hard, screeching into the fabric as Clarisse swept her tongue around the blonde's inner walls. Deciding to force Annabeth into an even more pleasured state, Clarisse moved her right hand to the blonde's clit, capturing the nub between two of her fingers and twisting it as she moved her tongue within her mate. Shrieks were released into the material of the pillow as Annabeth clenched her teeth around it and all of her fingers buried themselves into Clarisse's hair, pushing as if trying to desperately force the daughter of Ares's head further into her cunt if that were possible.
Curling her tongue inside Annabeth, Clarisse was rewarded with a muffled yelp and the repeated bucking of the blonde's hips. The brunette demigod stroked her thumb against Annabeth's clit as her fingers additionally squeezed it, moving her tongue back and forth inside of Annabeth's woman's sheath and she could tell that the blonde demigod couldn't take much more. The rhythm of Annabeth's vibrating hips seemed to increase and speed up and the blonde's back arched more off the bed.
Deciding to be particularly cruel, Clarisse kept moving her tongue in her lover, but then pushed her upper jaw towards the bottom of Annabeth's clit, teeth biting down carefully against the flesh of Annabeth's throbbing nub.
At the torrential sensations of agonizing pleasure coursing through her entire being, Annabeth's jaws became unclamped from their grip on the pillow and her head was now thrown back and she shrieked, body tight, form out of control and writhing against the mattress as her hips kept thrusting into Clarisse's mouth and hand.
Her clawing hands lost their grip on Clarisse's hair and she was forced to grab hold of the sheets for some kind of pitiful anchor.
"Ugnh…..Clari…..can't…can't anymore…." The blonde panted out, barely able to make coherent words.
Clarisse arched her tongue up, licking it against Annabeth's clit as added pressure along with both her teeth and her fingers and thumb. That seemed to be the last it took for the climax to rise, and Annabeth was now digging both her fingers and the heels of her feet into the bed, legs spreading wider, mouth gaping open, eyes screwed shut as sweat soaked her body, her upper torso bended backwards, hips shoved upwards and the demigod's passion became completely unbound.
Clarisse pursued in her multiple ministrations, enticing screams from the blonde and soon Annabeth's white knuckles clutching the sheets became incredibly lax, the blonde's legs lowered back to the bed as did the rest of her body as her pleasure flooded into Clarisse's awaiting hungry mouth.
Annabeth, released from the grip her orgasm had on her, flopped down completely against the bed, relaxed and drained of strength. She was completely content, only letting out the occasional gasp as Clarisse removed her tongue from lover, licking away the last of the smaller demigod's climax. Clarisse looked up haughtily at her mate, satisfied by the sight before her. The powerful demigod climbed up till she was lying next to Annabeth and leaned forward, kissing her. Immediately, Annabeth, wrapped her arms around Clarisse's neck, while the dark haired woman slid her arms around Annabeth's stomach, holding her close as the two shared their intense kiss.
Annabeth moaned into the kiss, tasting herself on her lover's lips.
When the two parted, Clarisse just buried her face in the blonde's neck, closing her eyes totally tranquil.
Annabeth, embraced Clarisse tightly. Her tired limbs reached down to the fabric of Clarisse's shirt, lifting the clothing till Clarisse grasped both of the other woman's hands, one wrist in each hand, stilling the blonde's hands. Annabeth pulled her head back from Clarisse's, staring at her other half, sleepy eyes appearing both hurt and confused.
Clarisse smiled and hugged Annabeth again. She growled quietly in her lover's ear, "You've been having nightmares and you've been stressed. Tonight was about you. You get some sleep, kay, Anna? Just get some sleep."
Annabeth wanted to protest, given she tended to clash with her lover whenever the brunette tried to give Annabeth some sort of order but at Clarisse's gentle command, she could feel lethargy taking over and what little energy she had mustered up to reach out for Clarisse ebbed away and her hands fell back to the bed. She closed her eyes, completely exhausted, laying her head against Clarisse's chest, drifting off.
Clarisse gave a sideways glance down at where Annabeth was sleeping on her chest and laughed a little at how easily her lover had fallen asleep, wondering how exactly Annabeth had ever thought that she'd have the strength to reciprocate. Clearly Annabeth had been lacking in energy for a while now (probably the nightmares). The brunette furrowed her eyebrows in concern. If Annabeth was drained now, they were going to have one hell of a time raising their next daughter.
She sighed, smiling. She exhaled and nuzzled her cheek against the bed, resting her chin on her lover's head, closing her eyes and allowing sleep to take her. From what she learned, in the next eight or seven months, they were both gonna need it.
Author's note:
Okay, hope everyone enjoyed that chapter. I know Clarisse and Annabeth were kind of OOC, and the story's rather clichéd, but hope you liked it anyway. Again, if there are any homophobic comments, they will be removed. Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated though.