Disclaimer: I do not Percy Jackson and the Olympians or any of Thompson Square's music.

Artist: Are You Gonna Kiss Me Or Not

Song: Thompson Square

(Annabeth POV)

It was the perfect day, to say the least.

At around noon, Percy had whisked me away to a private island with a name I'd never heard of, but what it lacked in familiarity it made up for in beauty. The island was magnificent, with its blanket-soft white sand, looming palm trees and clear water that allowed me to peer straight down to the bottom.

Percy assured me it'd been here for a while, but it almost seemed like Poseidon had made the paradise solely for us.

When we'd popped up from our underwater journey, past vibrant coral reefs and fish I'd never knew existed so close to Manhattan, Percy and I splashed around in the water, acting like children. The fish gazed at us curiously, drawn to the son-of-the-Sea-God aura, and several times Percy had to scold them for their thoughts.

I giggled once when he stopped abruptly and said, "Go away. This is none of your business! Why don't you go eat some algae or something?"

"Fish don't eat algae, Seaweed Brain," I said. "They eat plankton, sometimes. Or decomposing animals. Depends on the species."

"You would know that." He smirked before playfully tackling me.

We tumbled down into the water, making quite a splash. I shrieked indignantly as his arms curled around me, holding me down.

We dove deeper and deeper, an air bubble forming around us. It took awhile before I was able to regain breathing. I still wasn't used to this particular aspect of having a son of Poseidon as a boyfriend.

Percy was now cradling me in his arms as he willed us to shoot through the sea. "Where are you taking me?" I asked him, my voice slightly warped from the water.

He just smirked at me and pointed to a reef beside us. "See that blowfish right there?"

I looked over at caught sight of a white blowfish, his spikes not protruding. A brown coloration curled underneath his mouth and arching over his eyes, so it almost resembled a beard and hairline.

"Yeah," I said. "What about it?"

"Looks kinda like Paul, doesn't it?"

I rolled my eyes. "Ha-ha. Funny, Seaweed Brain." I leaned my head against his shoulder.

We continued our tour of the coral reefs, Percy pointing out to me all the different kind of fish and plants that existed. It was entrancing, seeing all the colors. I was hooked on his every word.

Soon, though, Percy said it was time to go back up. We propelled upwards, the sensation dizzying.

We broke through the surface and swam to shore, wading to the sand.

We collapsed on the beach, both of us soaking wet. I was glad Percy allowed himself to get damp. The way his shaggy black hair hung in his eyes, the way the water dripped off him, the way his muscles rippled in the sunlight was, in all fairness, quite seductive.

In that instant, something changed. The wind shifted, maybe, and a new energy sparked through the air.

I turned and studied Percy, his eyes gazing out over the water. The muscles in his face were relaxed and tranquil, as was his expression. His lips were slightly dry from the saltwater, but still plenty inviting. His posture radiated calm, and it was almost impossible not to follow suit.

"What?" He asked when he saw me staring out of the corner of his eye.

I smiled, about to say something intelligent, like 'Nothing.' Instead, I blurted out, "Are you gonna kiss me or not?"

I had no idea where that came from. But it didn't really matter, because Percy just grinned and leaned down, his lips softly meeting mine. It was brief and sweet, but not really what I was aiming for.

My expression must've been pretty pouty, because when Percy pulled away, he laughed and leaned down again.

This kiss was better. Far better. His lips shaped around mine easily, and I could taste the faint flavor of saltwater that lingered in his mouth.

This time when he pulled back, it was me who giggled, giddy from my stupid female hormones.

"How was that?" He asked.

In response, I smiled and cupped my hand around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss.

"Perfect."

This is probably my favorite story out of all my songfics. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it! However, I think I'm going to take a little break from this story; long story short, I've lost inspiration. I'll be focusing more now on my other story, and I have a couple more story ideas in the works.

So... I guess this is goodbye. For now, at least. As they say in Greek, Αντίο!

P.S. One last thing- I will give you a piece of cyber cake if you get my Paul joke! ;)