A/N: It's not perfect… in fact, it's far from perfect. But since this chapter has been lying on my PC for a month now, and I haven't found a way to improve it, I might as well post it. As you may have noticed, I'm currently trying to finish most of my unfinished stories.

So, this is the last chapter of this story! I hope you don't hate it completely.

Disclaimer: Rick Riordan is at fault for creating the characters. I'm just pulling the strings of the puppets he gave to us.

Could I please die from mortification now and here? Of course, technically, I am dead, but that's beside the point. The point is, I really couldn't sleep, not for hours, and eventually, I had given in and asked Luke whether I could sleep with him. And against all odds, he hadn't reacted badly or something, but instead let me slip under his blanket. Laying next to my crush, sharing the same blanket and substitute-for-a-mattress was the most pleasant torture I had ever endured. If only he and I would lay here as boyfriends! I had half a mind to go back into my bed – read: Luke's bed, but Percy Jackson doesn't back off.

I woke up a few times that night, every time noticing that I had snuggled up to Luke while sleeping, and every time scooting away from him – though reluctant. But what would he think when he woke up with me practically spooning him? I could not let this happen.

Turned out, it happened anyway. When I woke up, midway through the morning, Luke was in my arms. Obviously, I had pulled him into my embrace while I slept. As if to make things worse, he woke up when I tried to carefully remove my arms from around his upper body. I stuttered an apology, and my heart began to flutter when Luke put a finger on my lips. I shut up due to the mere surprise. And it was relieving to hear that he didn't mind me hugging him at night. Admittedly, we'd been quite touchy-feely for a year now, so why was I making such a big fuss about this in the first place?

While Luke was out to shower, I began to set the table, and when he still hadn't come back after fifteen minutes, I was bored out of my mind, because the breakfast was ready since minutes. Apparently, ADHD didn't get better in the afterlife. When Luke finally stepped back into the tent, I was pleased to see the look of surprise flash across his face at the sight of the completely set table.

'Luke… what do you think about risks?' I tried to sound inconspicuously. He didn't have to know that I was talking about kissing him. When Luke, completely unaware of what I was talking about, asked how good things could be if one succeeded in taking the risk I was talking about, I couldn't help but say exactly what I thought. And being with Luke would indeed be the most wonderful thing I could imagine. Apparently, Luke and I were on the same page, because he answered, if it was worth it, I should take the risk.

'I'll do something risky, then.'

As soon as these words had left my lips, I bent down and connected said lips with Luke's, hoping for the best.

And, boy, it was even better than the best, because Luke pulled me onto his lap, and after he had made a little fun of me for not asking him out before I kissed him – I had half a heart attack before I realised he was joking – I finally asked him the question.

And good gods, there was no happier man alive – or rather, dead – than me when Luke said yes. And the feeling grew even more when I lay on top of him, kissing him fiercely on what used to be his bed for the past night. When I had to breathe between two kisses, Luke looked at me seriously, and for a moment I feared I had done something wrong, but my worries vanished into thin air when Luke – still the serious look on his face, as if he wasn't sure whether this was the time and place for this – said how he liked it if I was on top, like right now. The way he said it, it sounded more like a confession, as if it was some strange kink, but I found nothing wrong with it. And I was glad he told me. If people can't talk about everything, their relationships are doomed from the beginning. Like me an Annabeth. I had never talked about my feelings completely open with her. But Luke was – aside from being my boyfriend now – like the older brother I had never had (Triton doesn't count!), and I trusted him to talk with me about everything and listen to me when I needed to talk about something.

Somewhere in the back of my head, I wondered about the fact that I still thought about Luke as older, even though we were now – physically – at the same age. The hell with it. The moment Luke's lips parted in order to grant my tongue access to his mouth, all those trivial thoughts faded away, making space to think about Luke. Luke, Luke, Luke, Luke.

Later that day, when we were both wrapped into a blanket, snuggled up to each other and cuddling, I asked the question that was bothering me. Luke had told me what he thought, and so did I.

'Luke, have you ever thought of – moving in? As in, together? You and I?' I knew, this was fast – maybe too fast – but I had thought about this a lot.

'I have never thought about it. But I have certainly dreamed about it, love,' Luke answered.

Cut

'But I like this one better! Please? Pretty pretty please?' Percy's baby seal pout was impossible to resist, and Luke sighed. 'Fine. We'll take this one.' He bent down and kissed his boyfriend on the cheek. 'Everything for you, Perce.'

And when the big, light blue double bed was assembled in their bedroom, he had to admit, Percy had made the right choice. It looked right. He could not only totally picture him and Percy on it, but he'd also get to sleep there with Percy – this night. Percy had had his way in choosing most the furniture, but Luke was okay with that. Most of it looked great – though he'd never stop teasing Percy about his fondness of this particular light blue. It was just too adorable to see the son of Poseidon pout whenever Luke brought up the topic.

Much to their dismay, there was no such thing as marriage in the Underworld – plenty of dead people, but not enough priests in Elysium, and you could hardly vow to 'be together til death do us part' if you were already dead. In the end, they had settled for a compromise: Beckendorf, as a replace for a father, had put Percy's hand in Luke's, and Silena had – symbolically – declared them a couple. Percy had decided that his last name was Castellan from now on, and they were as married as could be, in their eyes at least.

And for more they really couldn't ask.