I have no freaking idea how all of these chapters are turning out so suggestive and mature and dirty. I swear I don't know what's with this fanfic; lots of my other fics don't have even a drop of it. Well, I hope you guys still like all of that stuff and are willing to bear with my dirty mind. :/
The following is a continuation of chapter one. Oh, and just imagine Percy in a tux like the amazing Viria's drawing, where Annabeth is wearing a blue dress. But add piercings to Percy's face.
Mainly features Punk! Percy, preppy! Annabeth. Very suggestive and all that shit, but trust me, pretty deep and fluffy too. But honestly, is this dirty or what? Definitely not the or what.
I sincerely hope this lives up to your expectations!
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Sweet Revenge (part two of What She Wanted)
Pairing: Percabeth (with a dash of Jasper)
Rating: T/M- for language and adult themes
Summary: Annabeth did the last thing he expected from her to get what she wanted, which was for him to accompany her to that goddamn, cursed dinner party where he felt about as out of place as a penguin in Africa.
Well, two could play at that game.
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"I look ridiculous."
"Ugh, stop overreacting, Percy. "
"But I do. I look like a really tall penguin with piercings."
"I'll have you know that Tux is actually the name of a character that is a penguin."
"I don't give a fuck about penguins named Tux. I don't want to wear a tux."
"It's not a tuxedo, Percy; it's just a suit."
"I don't see the difference."
Annabeth rolled her grey eyes at Percy's childish whining, which travelled through the open bathroom door and into the bedroom, where Annabeth lay on her back on the blue bedspread, careful not to ruin the strapless white and crimson knee length dress she had chosen with Rachel. Patiently waiting with a book in her hands, she tried to ignore Percy's insistent whining as he changed into his (probably first) formal suit (probably last too, for that matter.) "Just come out, Seaweed Brain, and let me take a look." She set her book down next to her and waited for Percy to step out of the doorway, hoping that when she had to literally beg on her knees for Rachel to accompany Percy on a shopping trip, it had paid off.
"No laughing," he said sullenly, before stepping forward into her vision, a scowl settled into his face. And Oh Dear Lordy, he should definitely dress formal more often.
He was just the perfect amount of lean, muscular and tall, standing at 6'1. His hands were stuffed in the pockets of the perfectly pressed black pants, and Annabeth's wide eyes raked up his slim torso until they reached his face. He was running his tongue over his silver lip ring. His hair was as disheveled and messy as always. His deep sea green eyes were bright.
In other words, he looks absolutely drop dead gorgeous.
Annabeth sat up on the bed, her mouth open. Sure, she knew he would look good (he managed to look edible in practically everything), but she wasn't expecting this. She had to restrain herself from instantly pulling him down onto the bed and jumping him right then and there, but honestly, clothes like these would go to an incredible waste if they were tossed carelessly onto the floor while the two of them busied themselves with each other. So she held herself back, because unfortunately Percy (being Percy) had left his preparations to the last minute, and forcing him into this blessing from God again would be a nightmare.
"Well?" Percy asked, arching his eyebrow and Annabeth mentally cursed him for how oblivious he was. Acting all innocent wasn't making this any easier on her part. Honestly, did he not have any idea what he was doing to her? How he was driving her absolutely insane with want?
Swallowing thickly, Annabeth loosened her grip on the sheets. "It looks great, Percy." Stunning. Gorgeous. Bad Boy. Hot.
Percy's scowl deepened. "It's too soft."
Annabeth laughed, and managed to lift herself off of the bed without falling onto the floor in a pile of trembling mush. "Well, it would feel that way after jeans and leather jackets." Standing directly in front of him, she reached up to straighten the collar and gently brush her finger tips against his collarbone. Unable to contain herself, she leaned up to press her lips to the base of his throat. When she pulled back, Percy was smirking.
"What?" she asked, although she already knew.
"So you like it?" Percy asked innocently. Annabeth was only able to nod. "Good." Percy leaned down and spoke directly into her ear. "So when you get home I can sneak into your room through the window in this stupid suit-" he nipped her earlobe delicately, earning a gasp from her as he trailed his hands down her back and cupped her behind,"-and fuck you senseless, right?"
Annabeth couldn't respond. The both of them knew him talking dirty in that low, quiet voice drove her wild.
"Percy!" Sally Jackson's voice suddenly echoed down the hallway, startling them both. "Jason and Piper are outside; they're waiting to take you!"
"Okay, mom!" Percy called back easily, then turned back to stare at Annabeth. She smiled up at him, her eyes wide.
"I'm holding you to that little fantasy," she said.
"Yeah, you'll only get it if I ever leave this fucking party alive," Percy said, scowling again. Man, this guy was like a teenage girl when it came to his mood swings. Annabeth rolled her eyes as she followed him out the bedroom and joined him in bidding his mother goodbye, then out of the apartment door.
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"Looking good, Percy," Piper commented, nodding her head appreciatively as she twisted around to stare at him from the driver seat of her four door Ferrari.
"Piper, eyes on the road!" Annabeth chastised angrily from behind the tattooed teenager.
The Cherokee twisted further around in her seat and sent Annabeth a glare, pursing her dark lips. The cobra tattoo on her neck rippled with the movement. The thick eyeliner surrounding her iridescent eyes made her eyes pop, looking almost freaky in the darkness while the silver piercings embedded into her lip and eyebrow glinted in the light from the streetlights. "Annabeth, we're at a signal."
"But it could turn green at any moment-"
"Dude, calm the fuck down, if I wanted us to die I could have just-" Piper instantaneously quieted when Jason, who was sitting in the passenger seat, gently lay a hand on her arm.
"Turn around, Pipes, just in case," he said soothingly, as if she was a child throwing a tantrum and Jason was trying to calm her down with minimal explosions occurring. Piper rolled her eyes at him but spun around nonetheless, while Annabeth made a gagging motion at Percy, who smirked. Of course Jason would be the only one who could get the devil to calm down.
"Why didn't Jason just drive us in his car?" Annabeth asked sullenly.
Jason turned to look at them. "Piper said that she wasn't some fairy princess who needed her boyfriend to drive them to a date, and that she was perfectly capable of driving a car herself, even if they had to pick up some assholes on the way-"
"Um, would those 'assholes' be referring to us?" Percy interrupted, gesturing to himself and Annabeth.
Jason grinned. "Well, duh."
"Great, I see where we stand now," Percy muttered, leaning his head against the window.
"Where now, Annabeth?" Piper asked from the front.
"Left from here," Annabeth said, squinting down the street as Piper made a sharp turn, causing them all to be jolted towards the right. "Ow!" Annabeth cried as the side of her head slammed against the window.
"Sorry," Piper said, not sounding sorry at all. "The amount of asshole in this car is making me dizzy."
"Har, har," Annabeth mumbled sarcastically, massaging the side of her head. "Yeah, I'm sure you'll be the reason we die today. You know, you being an asshole-"
"Hey!"
Annabeth ignored Piper's indignant cry, smiling slightly and squinting down the street as a brightly lit house- um, mansion- came into view. "Oh, that's the one," she said, pointing at the house.
"What, they trying to make every passerby blind or something?" Piper muttered as she came to a halt amongst the rows of cars in front of the colossal three story villa, and they all stared up at the strings of lights looped around the building.
"Yeah, and then they'll pull us in and slowly kill us in the most painful way possible while we can't see," Percy said seriously, with an undertone of panic laced into his voice.
"Sounds kinky," Piper deadpanned.
"I pray for you, man," Jason twisted around in his seat and looked at Percy sympathetically.
"Yeah, me too," Percy agreed, looking slightly hysterical.
"Percy, calm down, it's just a dinner."
"With your dad!"
"So? It's not like he's gonna ask questions about our sex life!"
"But he says… stuff about me." His voice was small.
There was a sudden silence in the car. Annabeth's heart sank as she suddenly understood what Percy was so worried about, and she cursed herself for not realizing sooner what lay beneath all the sulking and grudging actions and words. Of course Percy wouldn't straight out tell anyone what was bothering him, but Annabeth should still have been able to see.
Annabeth's dad didn't straight out despise Percy (as much as Percy hinted that he did), but Annabeth was well aware that her father didn't exactly approve of his daughter dating someone… like Percy. Someone with black leather jackets and a motorcycle and piercings and countless tattoos. The two of them had only met twice before, but she knew that sometimes the things her father said unintentionally could get Percy down. Give him doubts. Insecurity.
Percy had once asked Annabeth if maybe he wasn't good enough for her.
Annabeth shook herself out of her reverie. Annabeth had already told her dad that she was bringing Percy along, and if he didn't show up now, her dad would definitely have a lot of questions to ask. "Come on, Percy," she said quietly, grabbing his hand and pushing open the car door. She led them out, and turned around as the door slammed shut behind them. Leaning down slightly, she looked at Piper and Jason through the rolled down front window as they both stared at her worriedly. "You don't need to stop here on your way home, okay? We'll find our own transport."
"Sure, Annabeth," Piper said, throwing her a small smile. Tossing a quick glance at Percy behind Annabeth, she grinned supportively and waved, but Annabeth could see right through her facade to the layer of anxiousness beneath.
"He'll be fine," she told Piper quietly, making sure Percy couldn't hear.
Piper stared at her for a moment, her face emotionless. Then she silently looked to the front and set her hand on the gear shift. Stepping back, Annabeth watched as Piper rolled up the window and drove away, down the street and around the corner.
Sighing deeply, Annabeth turned to see Percy standing a little bit behind her, his hands stuffed in his pockets. He was teasing his bottom lip anxiously, the silver stud glinting in the bright lights.
"Why don't we just go to your house and have a nice, long relaxing Harry Potter marathon?" Percy suggested hopefully, raising his eyebrows as Annabeth stood a couple of feet away. "No one's there anyway, right?"
"So you're definitely planning a lot more than just a Harry Potter marathon, then?" Annabeth asked skeptically.
"Of course," Percy confirmed, letting that sexy, crooked smirk glide across his features. He vaguely recalled asking Piper, just after he had started dating Annabeth, why the blonde always looked dangerously close to passing out whenever he adapted that expression. However, Piper (being Piper) had simply rolled her iridescent eyes and threw a punch at his arm, then scornfully said, "Go Google it, you big dickhead." Ah, his loving best friend and her flattering pet names. But Google had indeed given him the answer, plus a lot of additional ideas as well, which Percy loved to use on his innocent, unsuspecting girlfriend. "Besides…" he continued, letting his eyes flick up to meet her grey orbs, "I'm sure you would like this stupid suit jacket to be kept on my shoulders while you ride me, wouldn't you?"
Inwardly pumping his fist in the air, he watched Annabeth as her mouth dropped open. The slow red flush which Percy adored began climbing up her neck, and she fisted her hands into the red fabric of her dress. "Percy…" she breathed, and her light, wispy voice sent all sorts of images flying through his overly active imagination at that moment. Oh, and she thought he didn't see the way her thighs quickly rubbed together. Ha.
But then she straightened up and smoothed down her dress, struggling to regain her composure while Percy mentally threw a tantrum at the failure of his phenomenal plan. Scowling, he watched as her nimble fingers reached up and combed through her hair, tossing her curls behind her shoulder. She cleared her throat.
And then began walking towards the front door.
"Hey, wait," he said, catching her arm just before she could walk past him. Staring at him expectantly, she reached up to smooth out the frown lines between his eyebrows. Opening his mouth desperately, Percy struggled to get something out. "I don't feel good."
Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Of course you wouldn't; you just tried to manipulate and deceive your loving girlfriend- if you didn't feel guilty I would be certain you weren't human, Percy."
"No, like- I feel weird."
"Hate to break it to you, but you are weird, sweetheart. Accept it and move on."
"I feel sick, Annabeth."
Percy was perplexed to find that instead of another witty comeback, Annabeth smiled at him tenderly. Right there, in the middle of a stranger's front garden, she gently cupped his face and moved closer to him so their foreheads were almost touching.
"Percy," she breathed. He could taste her on his tongue. "If you were eating a blue pancake and someone told you how disgustingly weird that was, would you stop eating it?"
Percy was slightly surprised at the stupidity of that question. "Well, duh, of course not. Why would I ever do tha-"
"Exactly," Annabeth said softly, cutting the beginning of his rant off. "So what makes you think that if I was loving a person and someone told me how he wasn't right for me, I would ever stop loving him?" She leaned up and pressed her lips to his in a quick kiss, yet it was full of emotion. "I know you're nervous about my dad," she told him quietly, letting her thumb ghost over his lower lip and glide over the piercing, "But trust me, whatever he says won't change my mind about you. Okay?"
Percy nodded silently, his eyes downcast. But really, he would never get used to her sudden sappy outbursts.
Pulling back, Annabeth smiled angelically at him. "Good," she announced. "Now that you have no more excuses, les get this over with, shall we?" she asked, faking enthusiasm. Grabbing his hand, she intertwined their fingers. But as she dragged him towards the door and rang the majestic-looking bell, Percy vowed that even if she had somehow managed to get rid of his biting insecurities, she definitely hadn't managed to get rid of his childish thirst for revenge. Annabeth Chase, out of all people, should know that if you yanked a moody Percy Jackson into a babyish dinner party, you better watch your back.
Besides, Percy would still do anything to get out of this.
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"So, Mr Jackson," began Fredrick Chase as he sat opposite Percy on the four seater table (this mansion was more like a restaurant than a house, seriously), his expression emotionless, "have you applied for any colleges yet?"
The alarm began sinking into the tattooed boy's features, and he threw a quick glance at his girlfriend, who was sitting beside him. She nodded supportively. (The problem was, he had no idea what she was supporting- did she want him to lie, or actually tell the truth?) "Um, no," Percy replied, settling for the latter. "Not yet."
To say Mr Chase looked scandalized would be an understatement. "But you barely have two months before graduation!"
"Yeah, I'm more of a last- minute type person…" Percy trailed off. Out of his peripheral vision, he saw Annabeth smile fondly at him.
"Oh my!" Annabeth's step-mom fanned herself vigorously, as if Percy had just announced something outrageously unbelievable. Percy didn't have to look to know Annabeth was rolling her eyes, inwardly scoffing.
"Unbelievable!" Mr Chase half cried, setting his palms flat on the table. "Annabeth applied at the beginning of the year!"
"Yeah, well, Annabeth does everything first," Percy said, struggling to not seem sullen. "From applying for colleges to getting on top in bed-"
Percy was abruptly interrupted when Annabeth began throwing a crazy coughing fit right next to him. Patting her back, he took the glass from her hand and set it on the table, watching in puzzlement as she went absolutely red in the face. "What?" she gasped, gazing up at him disbelievingly. "What?" Looking absolutely horrified, she looked across at her parents, seeming immensely relieved to find them staring at her in worry.
"Are you alright, dear?" Mr Chase looked genuinely concerned.
"Y- yeah, I'm fine," Annabeth stammered. "I'm just gonna go get a drink," she said hurriedly, her eyes still wide. Grabbing Percy's hand, she stood up and dragged him away, through the throng of people in the living room, leaving her parents staring behind them in perplexity. She pulled him into a dark corner, behind a lone table. Then she rounded on him, looking absolutely furious.
"What the fuck was that?" she hissed.
Percy stared at her in confusion. Annabeth never cursed. "What?"
"Just be grateful that they were too busy freaking out to hear what you said, Seaweed Brain!"
"What? Why should I be grateful…" he trailed off, realization dawning upon him. "Oh."
"Yeah, oh," Annabeth agreed venomously. Reaching up, she pulled at her hair with both hands then smoothed the golden locks down again, a habit of her's when she was exceedingly frustrated. "I can't believe you! Just be happy Bobby and Mathew weren't there!"
"Look, I'm sorry!" Percy said desperately, his eyes wide. "I didn't mean for it to slip out like that!"
Annabeth stepped closer, and Percy had to refrain from taking a step back (that would be very masculine indeed). When they were almost nose to nose, Annabeth opened her mouth. "One more word about our sex life," she hissed threateningly through her teeth, "and you just watch what I make you go through, Jackson." With that, she tossed her curls behind her shoulder and strode past him.
Percy was left watching after her, close to trembling, his jaw dropped. Just the thought of one of Annabeth's creative 'punishments' had him shuddering. He definitely, definitely did not want to go there with her.
But then…
It was almost comical the way a bulb lit up above Percy's head, signaling a rare gift from his usually uncooperative brain. If five simple words could get her away from her parents… what was it gonna take to get her away from this party? A cunning smile stretched across his face, and with hopes high, Percy began making his way back towards the table, a strategy already formulating in his mind.
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"So, Wise Girl," he began conversationally as Annabeth spooned some more of the salad onto her plate. Besides occasional dirty looks and deadly glares, she hadn't been giving much notice to him ever since the 'incident.'
"What?" she asked shortly.
"When does this thing end?"
"Not anytime soon."
"Well, that's unfortunate." No reply. Percy moved from beside her behind her, and fit his hands to the curve of her waist, making her jump. He leant closer, breathing directly into her ear, allowing a smirk to glide across his features when he noticed how the spoon had stopped halfway to her plate. "Coz you know what…" he nipped at her earlobe delicately, "I'm really looking forward to going home, so in the middle of the night, I can get in through your window and really fuck you." Her gasp was barely audible. "But you might have to bite the pillow so no one hears you scream." Her moan was quiet as he spoke in that low growl, and Percy took the time to be grateful that Annabeth could get flustered so easily. Pressing a long, open mouthed kiss to the side of her neck, he let his tongue glide across her skin. Then he let go and walked away, leaving Annabeth blinking dazedly at the salad bowl.
The second time Percy put his plan into action was when couples were circling around them, slow dancing to the music just before dessert. Her forehead was against his shoulder; her hair tickling his neck. Percy's hands were slowly inching down from her waist, right until they cupped her clothed ass and Annabeth jerked against his body. But Percy continued moving the two of them in slow circles, not allowing Annabeth to stop mid step. The dimmed lights prevented them from being seen. "This," Percy said softly, giving her behind a firm squeeze, "is mine." She shivered against him, one of her hands weaving into his raven locks, her elbow set on his unoccupied shoulder. Her other hand was tightening its grip around his waist. "Just wait until we're home…" he continued quietly. "And you're riding me on the bed. Then you'll see what I do to this." Pulling one hand back, he brought it down again, lightly slapping her ass, but nowhere near hard enough to cause her any pain. She bit down on his shoulder through the fabric.
"Percy," she said softly. "Percy."
But he didn't reply, pulling his hands back up and setting them on her hips as they continued dancing.
It was only a while later that they were sitting opposite each other on a small table in a dark corner, covered with shadows. Mr and Mrs Chase had had both joined a colleague from work, so Percy and Annabeth were left to their own devices as they indulged themselves in the heavenly bowl of brownies and ice-cream.
"This," Percy announced, holding the bowl up, "is good shit."
Annabeth vigorously nodded her head in agreement. "Actually makes this worthwhile. How are these brownies so good-" She stopped midsentence, her eyes widening as she stared at Percy.
"What?" Percy asked, seemingly innocent as he pulled the spoon out of his mouth. Annabeth just shook her head, her lips still parted. Without being able to hear her, Percy could tell that her breathing was getting shallower.
Percy shrugged, then popped another spoonful into his mouth. Instead of letting the spoon slide out, he left it in, gently sucking the remnants of the whipped cream from it. When he glanced back up at Annabeth, the utensil still past his lips, he saw that her knuckles had gone white from the force of holding her spoon so tightly. Her pupils were blown wide. Her breathing was heavy as she focused on nothing but his mouth.
Slowly, he let the metal slide out, but his tongue slipped out to glide over his lips. It rolled over the piercing on his lower lip.
Then he felt hands on his arms, dragging him outside, the owner yelling hurried goodbyes to the other guests. They hailed a taxi, and then, an hour later as they lay together under the covers in the empty Chase villa, their breathing heavy and their skin still sticky from sweat and after countless rounds of living through their fantasies did Annabeth Chase finally realize.
She looked up at him from her spot on his chest, her eyes narrowed. "You tricked me."
Percy rolled his eyes lazily, his fingers travelling up and down her back at a leisurely speed. "I have a couple of hidden talents too, you know."
With a grunt, Annabeth pushed herself up so that they were eye to eye, her breasts pressed flush against his chest, making them both moan. "But don't you remember what I said about getting on my bad side, Jackson?" she whispered softly against his lips and she moved her hips slightly, making him squeeze his eyes shut tightly.
Percy didn't even have time to process what she had just said before she slid down his body once again until she lay on her stomach between his thighs, and of course, Annabeth's revenge was only over once Percy had sobbed and begged and moaned himself hoarse. But even then, he still promised himself he was gonna get even.
Their relationship was full of promises of revenge, and in turn, more promises of revenge. But at the end, when they had both finally tired themselves out and Percy was fighting his own personal war against slumber, did Annabeth finally say it. "Okay, that was definitely better than the dinner party. I should take you more often if this is how it's gonna end."
Percy's eyes shot wide open and he jerked upright. "What?"
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This should have been up ages ago, but schools started and I'm a lazy ass who doesn't deserve your love. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry for any mistakes you might find (there are probably a lot of them).
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