Yay! I'm so excited!
I'm staring at the moon when it disappears. I sit up, startled. There's a figure in my windowsill, blocking the moon. He raps on the window, and I step forward hesitantly.
It's Percy. I open the window, forgetting that it opens outward, and push him of the ledge. I gasp and lean forward, seeing his hand holding onto the ledge. Another hand appears, followed by a head.
"Thanks, Annabeth."
"I didn't mean to."
"Yeah, yeah." He grins at me, and I stare at his lips before looking at the floor, blushing. He swings his legs in and looks at me.
"Annabeth, earlier…if that was out of place, I—"
"No!" I don't want him to apologize. "No, it's just—I had a headache, is all. That's it."
"Oh! So…you're better now?" Percy asks, shyly, and I realize, however cocky he acts, he's nervous too. I decide to play with him.
"Maaaaybe…" I say, drawing out the a. I sit by him on the sill, my legs crossed to the side.
"So…" He says, rubbing his neck.
"So!" I say. "Did you need something?"
"Huh?" I roll my eyes.
"Well, obviously, you had a reason to climb the vines outside my room and knock on my window."
"Um."
"Smart, aren't we?" Percy reddens and looks at the walls, the floor, anywhere but my face. I scoot forward. He gets redder.
"Question."
"Hmm?" He still doesn't look at me.
"Why were you so cocky earlier, but so nervous now?"
"Well, uh, before…it was daylight. And…well, you were…fully dressed."
I look down at myself. I'm wearing a short—short- nightgown that is see-through except for the extra layer of cloth over my privates. And it goes neckline goes pretty low, too.
I might as well be wearing just underwear.
"Aw, Percy's scared." He gets redder.
"Am not."
"Then look at me."
He does, sees my smirk, and his eyes widen.
"You're playing with me!"
I shrug innocently. "Maybe."
"Oh, I see how it is! Two can play this game."
Before I can ask what he means, he pulls off his shirt and pulls down his pants, leaving him in underwear that goes to the end of his fingertips when his hands down.
Suddenly I'm red.
"Aah—hah! Got you!" He smiles triumphly. Unable to let him win, I sigh, then stand, stretch, and bend down in front of him to pick up his clothes. When I turn back, his triumphant smile is gone and he's looking at the ceiling. I giggle to myself, and step closer to him, dropping his shirt and pants on the bed. He mutters to himself and inspects the ceiling some more.
Closer.
Closer.
Closer.
We're so close I can feel his breath on my face, fast and warm. I give a quick grin, take a deep breath, get on my tiptoes, and kiss him.
He's frozen for a second, then starts kissing me back. I put my arms under his, holding his bare back and feel his heartbeat against mine, alternating so one's always thumping. He puts his arms around my waist and lifts me up. We break apart for a second, smiling at each other. He lowers me so we're close again, and I close my eyes, waiting.
There's a knock at the door. My eyes fly open and I see exasperation in his. He sets me down, grabs his clothes, and steps into the closet while I answer the door.
It's a guard.
"Princess, excuse the intrusion, but I we heard voices. He peers in my room, and I hope it's dark enough so he can't see my flushed cheeks and annoyed expression.
"Hmm? You must have been mistaken. I was asleep."
"Sorry, Princess. Good-night."
I close the door and turn around. The closet opens to reveal Percy, dressed again.
"I'd better go," He says.
I nod, while wishing he didn't have to go. But before he goes to the window, he gives me one last kiss.
One last, short, lingering kiss, full of promise of more.
After he leaves, I lay in bed, Percy's taste on my lips.
I think I'm wobbling on the line between romantic and just plain cheesy. Oh, well. Haven't crossed it yet!
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