Disclaimer: Percy Jackson and the Olympians and the Heroes of Olympus and related properties belong to Rick Riordan and related parties.
Waking up to Annabeth in his arms is the most natural thing in the world. It's happened a few times before but this time there aren't any clothes in the way of his skin meeting hers. And after everything that happened last night that thought is the one that brings a flush of heat up his neck. But maybe that's why: there hadn't been some dramatic build build up to what most people consider a momentous occasion. Maybe if the two of them were like most people he would as well, but growing up fighting monsters had taught them the hard way that they would never be like most people.
Giving his virginity to his best friend, her doing the same, it had simply been the natural progression of their relationship. One minute they'd been kissing heatedly, then clothes had been shed, and after a momentary pause and little fumbling for a condom their bodies had joined together and everything was perfect.
Well. Okay. Those who're more worldly would probably scoff that no one's first time is perfect; and okay, there was definitely some awkward moments, but the embarrassed blush coloring Percy's face right now during his waking moments of the Morning After fades as quickly as it had appeared. He closes his eyes briefly and breaths in the perfume of Annabeth's body.
Percy could get used to this. Maybe he all ready has. Annabeth's skin is soft beneath his hands. A scar here or there isn't enough to detract from the smooth plain of her skin, not in his mind. His fingers brush across the gentle valleys and crests of her abdomen. Gods, she's beautiful.
"Thanks for not drooling on me." Annabeth's voice is thick with sleep as her hands come up to cover the forearm draped across her.
Percy smiles into her hair and nuzzles down through her princess curls to press a kiss to her neck. "I didn't realize you were awake."
Annabeth stretches her spine and turns to face him, eyes half-closed in the morning light filtering in through the blinds. The light catches the colors of her eyes nonetheless and with a jolt Percy thinks of her mother and how even more displeased the virgin goddess is going to be with him, no matter how entirely right and complete he feels having shared himself with her daughter.
His heart picks up speed for a panic attack but before it can begin Annabeth has her lips against his, smiling and running a hand through his mussed hair. "I've only been awake for a few minutes. I wouldn't be surprised if I'm the one who woke you, actually."
He brings his mouth back to hers because if she's not bothered about morning breath he certainly isn't going to bring it up. "Not having seconds thoughts, are you?"
She laughs brightly, eyes opening fully only to crinkle at the edges. "A bit late for that, don't you think?" She shakes her head and presses a leg between his, pulling herself closer to him. "But to answer your question: no. Never."
His heart skips a beat beneath her cheek and he can't help the smile that stretches his mouth. He wraps his arms tighter around Annabeth and sighs contentedly. Come what may, be it the wrath of a goddess or something mundanely mortal, he and Annabeth will face it as they always have.
Together.