Disclaimer: I do not own Percy Jackson and the Olympians.

Warning: As I've mentioned previously, the following chapter will be for a more mature audience. If suggestive or risque stories aren't your preference, then please don't read. I have no intention of offending anyone or making you feel uncomfortable, so if you don't like it, I completely understand. You've been warned!

"Oh yeah, this is definitely the one."

Percy was sprawled out on a humongous black leather sofa, his eyes closed. Annabeth stood in front of him with her arms crossed. An eyebrow was raised as if she were asking, "Are you serious?"

"You do realize that it's not going to fit in the living room, right?

After finally acquiring regular paychecks and saving for what seemed like an eternity, Percy's job as a student teacher at the local middle school and Annabeth's internship at an architecture firm finally paid off. They had found an apartment and moved in together only a few weeks prior. But they soon realized that their furniture (or lack thereof) needed an upgrade. An old futon that had come with the apartment wasn't going to cut it anymore.

So, the couple had found their way to a discount furniture store. They'd been browsing through various couches and loveseats before Percy set his sights on the monstrosity of a sofa he was currently lounging on.

"But Annabeth," he opened his eyes, suddenly sitting up straight, "it's perfect! It'll totally fit."

She gave another quirk of her eyebrow. "You also realize that I'm an aspiring architect and I know the measurements of our living room, right? I know it won't fit."

Percy gave a petulant pout. He had already compromised on the bed spreads, the curtains, and the dining table, along with countless other things. Sure, Annabeth had made good choices and he liked them, but he wanted to have a word on the décor of their apartment too. There was no way he was going to give up this time.

"Come on, Annabeth. Can't you let me decide on just one thing for our place? Because, you know, it's our place." He gave her his best puppy dog eyes. "It's big enough so we don't have to buy any other seats, and you can't beat the price! Please?"

Annabeth was about to refuse, but she stopped herself. She had felt a little bad that she'd been domineering over the decorating. Then again, it's not like anyone could blame her. Percy's taste in interior design couldn't completely be trusted. She figured that out when he had dropped a shower curtain with little ducks into their shopping cart while they were buying towels a few weeks ago. (She had told him if he ever wanted to take a shower with her again, he'd put it back.)

Percy's hopeful face continued to bore into hers. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to let him make one choice. Besides, if the sofa was too big for the living room she could always rub it in his face.

She let out a sigh before giving in. "Fine."

At her words, Percy jumped to his feet. "Yes! You won't regret it, I promise!"

"It just-needs-a little-shove."

Percy struggled as he tried to push the leather sofa further into the living room, but his attempts were futile.

The sofa had been delivered a week after they'd bought it, and he had put up quite the fight trying to force it through the front door. Once it was in the apartment, Percy had spent the past half hour trying to position it so the majority of the space in their living room wasn't taken up, but it was no use. The sofa had been stuck in an awkward diagonal position, and there was no budging it any further.

Annabeth stood to the side, coffee mug in hand, and watched as her boyfriend dug his shoulder into the sofa, trying, and failing, to move it an inch.

"Yup, I'm totally not regretting this, Seaweed Brain," she called sarcastically, a smirk tugging at her lips.

He ignored her and she continued to watch, taking an occasional sip of her coffee, as Percy grunted and pushed pointlessly. He finally let out a groan and kicked the sofa.

"Why won't it move?" he yelled out.

"Because," Annabeth took a seat on an armrest, "this sofa is about six inches too long for this room." She put a finger to her chin and feigned a pondering look. "Hmm, didn't I tell you that last week?"

Percy narrowed his eyes at her. "I hate it when you're right."

She let out a small laugh. "I thought you'd be used to it by now."

He rolled his eyes before taking a seat on the immovable sofa. A frustrated sigh escaped his lips. "I guess it's just gonna stay stuck here then."

Annabeth put her coffee mug down and moved so she was sitting next to him. "I am not hurdling over this thing everyday to get in and out of the bedroom, Seaweed Brain."

"Who says we need to make it all the way to the bedroom?" He turned his head to give her a suggestive grin.

Before she could roll her eyes too, Percy attached his lips to hers and pulled her into his lap. Annabeth tried to convince herself that she could pull away, but something about his hands at her hips, rubbing little circles on the uncovered skin by the hem of her T-shirt, and the way we nibbled on her lower lip, drove her crazy. Instead of pulling away, she found herself trying to pull him closer.

She changed her position so she was straddling his lap. They were facing each other, touching chest-to-chest. She felt his hand trail up her back and pull the hairband out of her ponytail, letting her curls fall around her shoulders. She hummed against his lips and couldn't stop herself from grinding her hips into his, making him groan into her mouth.

He began trailing kisses down her neck and when he stopped at the neckline of her T-shirt, he pulled it over her head and dropped it on the floor before continuing down her throat. Annabeth threw her head back and moaned as tingling sensations spread through her body.

Percy moved them so Annabeth was lying on her back as he hovered over her, kissing down her abdomen. She arched her back and reached a hand to grab Percy's shirt, dragging him back to her lips. She pulled at his shirt and it was quickly disposed of also. The feeling of his warm skin at her front and the cold leather of the sofa on her back gave her goosebumps.

Soon, the rest of their clothes followed suit and were scattered on the living room floor. Their moans filled the small space as they moved together, and they cried out each other's names as they reached their climaxes. When the waves of pleasure subsided, Percy lay with his head against Annabeth's neck, both of their chests rising and falling as they panted heavily.

Later, when their breathing had returned to normal, Percy and Annabeth were still lying on the slanted sofa (and still void of any clothes). This time Annabeth was laying on Percy as he played with her golden curls.

"I told you, you wouldn't regret it." Even though she couldn't see his face with her head on his chest, she could hear the smile in his voice.

She moved her head so her chin was resting on his chest instead of her cheek, and met his green eyes. He was grinning at her.

"I told you the sofa wouldn't fit," her own grin mirrored his.

"Can't we keep it?" The pout from last week was back on his face. "Besides, we've made memories on this sofa! We can't get rid of it now."

Now that Annabeth wasn't preoccupied, she rolled her eyes. "Fine, but if we keep it, you get to sleep on it, Seaweed Brain."

A few days later, they returned the (slightly used) sofa for a different one.

AN: This chapter was definitely more risque than the previous chapters, but the story is rated T, so I didn't include all the sexy details. Maybe, I'll try my hand at that later?

I hope you liked the chapter! Reviews are welcome and appreciated!

xoxo Cherie