Don't really know where I pulled this out of. I wanted more fluff - hope you guys don't mind 😶❤. Enjoy this (now) two-shot!

It was almost 1 in the morning when Annabeth heard noises from her window. She left her disheveled desk filled with papers and work and opened the wooden shutters to her little balcony jutting into the backyard. She glanced outside, expecting to see some confused bird, but caught the silhouette of a familiar boy on a thick branch of the maple tree that extended into her gazebo. Sighing, she rolled her eyes and opened the doors, past embarrassment forgotten.

Percy sat on the tree, holding little pebbles in his left hand. When he saw her, he smiled widely and dropped the pebbles onto the ground two stories below. Ouch. That's gonna hurt the chrysanthemums Helen planted a few days ago.

"Hey."

Annabeth shook her head, as if scolding him but expected his behavior anyway. She walked towards the white railing and leaned against it. The wind blew her hair out of her face. It was a nice feeling. "What are you doing up here in this late hour?" In truth, she felt a little giddy. His appearance was like a shot of espresso. Play it cool.

Percy shrugged and jumped off the branch onto the balcony. Annabeth was glad she hadn't changed into her sleepwear yet. That would've been mildly awkward.

He hopped onto the railing next to her and sat on it, thoughtful. Annabeth looked at him. The way he slouched a little, the way his fingers grasped the railing lightly, as if he wasn't afraid of falling off. He was ruffy and disorganized, half his shirt tucked into his jeans and the other half out. Annabeth liked that. She didn't realize how long she'd been staring at him until the grandfather clock in the hallway chimed once softly. She cleared her throat and wiped her clammy palms on her shorts.

"So what is it that you came here for?" Her voice was dry. Percy was silent for a long time. He seemed to be debating something, like how many hours it had taken for his arms to be so sculpted. Snap out of it, Annabeth. She turned her attention back to the teenager, who was now staring intensely at her. It was after his departure that she realized he never really answered her.

He swung his legs around and stood on the balcony with her, chest to chest.

"Wha-?"

Before her face could flush, he took her chin and pressed his mouth to hers. Warmth surged through Annabeth's body and she felt as light as a feather. Every hair on her was raised, like an electricity button was switched on inside of her. She raised her hand to cup his face after the initial shock had wore off. Immediately, he broke the kiss and smiled impishly, a boyish expression on his face. They were forehead to forehead, nose to nose. Annabeth hoped she didn't have perspiration on her face.

"Sweet dreams," Percy said, his eyes sparkling. The moonlight made him look like he was glowing. He was beautiful.

Percy placed a chaste kiss on her before jumping off the balcony onto the tree. He took one final look at her bewildered expression and laughed.

"Good night, Annabeth."

…

"Good night, Percy."

With that, he leaped off into the night, like a superhero does to fight crime. Maybe that wasn't so far off. After all, she didn't even know his last name.