A/N: Remember the M rating? Applies here. Enjoy!

ANNABETH

Annabeth laughs again, and she looks over at Grover, who's nodding and looking over at Percy in a way that's almost too obvious. "I've got to go," Grover says, "um, talk to that girl over there." He heads in some inexplicable direction, and Percy and Annabeth hardly have the time to figure out which girl he was even talking about.

"Do you want to go somewhere to talk?" Percy asks. "I mean, Grover's told me a bunch of stories from your high school about him and about a bunch of girls – I need to know if they're true or if he's just messing with me." He grins at her, and it's so easy and innocent it almost makes Annabeth's heart burst. For a night of trying to just find a guy to bang and then leave, he might be the wrong decision, but there's no telling what could happen.

Annabeth nods, but first says, "Let me just go let my friends know where I'm going."

"I'll wait right here. Hopefully you don't get eaten by all the dancing."

Annabeth, for a brief second, gets startled by whatever the hell Percy just said, but shakes it off and makes her way into the throng of people to find Piper and Reyna. To her absolute horror, it looks like Reyna's trying to keep Piper from going out into the center of the dance floor, and Piper's response is to bury her head in Reyna's chest. She catches Reyna's eye and tries to wink to signal what's going on, but when Reyna just stares at her like she kicked a puppy, she points to the ceiling and realization dawns. Reyna grins at her and tries to keep Piper from getting down with her bad self, and Annabeth walks back to where Percy was.

Sure enough, he's standing right where he said he would be, and waves at her, like she can't see him. As she pushes past people, she realizes how little he seems to care about what other people see about him. He really shouldn't be in a frat, when Annabeth thinks about it.

There's a bit of the liquid courage still flooding through her veins, but it's wearing off enough for her to be sure she's not comfortable on the dance floor but she's comfortable with this half stranger she just met. He looks at her before he starts walking and then, as if an afterthought, takes her hand as he begins to walk. She tries to fight back the overwhelming smile as she follows him, and takes note of the hallways in this house, just in case she feels like leaving.

"I think this is a porch," Percy says, his eyebrows furrowing. "It'll be cold, though."

Annabeth shrugs. "I should be fine. I don't freeze easily."

He smiles back at her. "Porch it is. And I'm always warm, though, so if you get cold you can borrow my sweatshirt."

Annabeth's almost stunned by his easy offer, and when she turns to him, he smiles. "I mean, you are only wearing half a shirt."

Annabeth looks down. Her shirt's covering her entire front, and looks back up.

"I mean, like, the back's open and lacy and stuff," he says, wincing. "I sound like a complete idiot, don't I? God, it's a good thing I didn't have anything before that disgusting shot…" He drops his face into a hand and grins sheepishly up at her through his fingers where he's leaning on the porch railing.

"Not an idiot," says Annabeth, leaning over the railing in the same way he is so she can get a good look at his face, "you just strike me as kind of an oddball."

"That's a new one," says Percy. "But I can go with oddball. I'd rather that than you thinking I'm a complete ass."

"Well," says Annabeth, feeling more and more comfortable with the situation as the time passes, "not a complete ass." She bumps his hip with hers and he takes her hand again. Their eyes lock, and for a brief second, Annabeth thinks he's going to kiss her, and she feels a kind of excitement that hasn't been in her heart since she was nearly fifteen.

That's when three drunken idiots barrel out of the door and aim themselves toward the balcony. Percy pulls Annabeth out of the way and she narrowly avoids being hurled all over by the biggest and, clearly, drunkest of the three.

"Well that's a 21st century take on knight in shining armor," Annabeth says, raising a single eyebrow. "Do I now give you a condom as a token of my gratitude or something?"

To her surprise, Percy blushes bright red and laughs. "Let's just get away from Tweedle Drunk and Tweedle Vomit."

The two guys who are with the guy turn to Percy and the glare is startling.

"You wanna fuck with us?" one of them with a baseball cap says.

"Yeah, you wanna fuck with us?" says the one with nothing particularly attractive about his half-mullet hair.

"Are you guys stuck in the eighties?" Annabeth asks as she pokes at Percy to make him walk into the sliding door to get out of the situation. He saved her from hurl – she could save him from getting the shit kicked out of him. "Because damn, boys, commit to a party or to business."

"You telling us we're partying too hard?" asks the one with the mullet.

"I'm saying you're hair's an embarrassment," Annabeth replies with a smirk, and when one of the guys goes to make another comment, she sidesteps into the house again and, spinning a little, closes the door and locks it. She waves at them, pleased at her ability to outmaneuver drunken morons despite how easy it is, and turns to see Percy with his hand raised.

"Thank god you called Carl out on that stupid as hell hair cut," he says, and Annabeth raises her hand to high five him. "He's apparently going to be one of my brothers," and Percy says the word like he's about to vomit himself.

"Well, I am glad to see that there is absolutely no familial resemblance." Annabeth holds back a smile as she sees Percy look shocked.

"That's good to hear," he says, and maybe it's the fact that she's finally getting back out there after so many years of running from guys, but Annabeth takes a crazy chance and steps toward him. He's taller than she is, but not too much taller, so when she stands on her tiptoes and puts a hand on the back of Percy's neck to drag his lips down to hers, he doesn't have to bend too much.

She feels one hand gently rest on her hips and another thread itself through the half braided ponytail that Piper had orchestrated. She feels like there's sparks behind her eyes as they kiss. She's surprised – his lips are gentle on hers, and he's not moving them. So she slowly opens her mouth and gently lets her tongue press against his lips, not wanting to make him feel rushed or uncomfortable. But his hand grips her tighter and they simultaneously step together more closely as their tongues meet and the sparks are back behind Annabeth's eyelids. It feels stupid, like she's done this before with him, like it's happened before. But she knows it's just going to be a one night thing – the chemistry's there, and she doesn't want to go into this making something more out of it than it is. She's not going to force it.

Someone shouts "get a room" at them, so the two of them break apart, and the little blush on Percy's cheeks makes Annabeth smile.

"Oops," Percy says, but it's kind of hard to hear him. Someone's put on a loud, blasting song that's throwing off Annabeth's ability to focus.

"We should get out of here," Annabeth says, risking the comment. But at the look on Percy's face, she has a feeling that it was a little too quiet for him to hear.

"What?" he asks, and it's almost a shout. "It's too loud here," says Percy, looking around the room. "I – I want to be able to hear you when you talk."

Annabeth chuckles. "Great minds think alike," she says. "But don't you live here? I mean, you're a part of the frat, right?"

Percy laughs lightly, and runs the pad of his thumb across the back of Annabeth's hand, sending something like lightning running up Annabeth's spine at his touch. "Not right now," he says, almost yells, "I mean, hopefully never, but not yet if I am going to be in it in the future."

"So you don't live in this disaster?" Annabeth asks, and she'd feel bad for feeling so excited about it, but she really doesn't.

"Nope," he says, "not even close. I'm in the freshmen dorms."

"Which one?" she asks.

"Carver Hall," he replies nonchalantly. "And you?"

"I'm at Carver too," she says, trying to hold back a grin.

"Does this mean I can walk you home?" he asks, and it's hesitant, like he's taking a big risk by asking her this and doesn't want to mess it up. The uncertainty and the nerves around his voice make Annabeth feel special or actually wanted, and it's a new, really great feeling. Briefly a vision flashes before her eye, the moment when Luke decided – he decided, not her – that the two of them would be a thing. She can't find a single similarity.

Annabeth nods, and then she goes for it. "As long as you stay a while."

Now there's something else in Percy's eyes. Something lights up, something dark and exciting and just what Annabeth had been hoping for.

"Whatever you want," he says, and it's a low, deeper tone of voice than she'd heard before.

"Well then," she says, keeping her hand in his. "What are we waiting for?"

Percy grins and kisses her again, and Annabeth feels something deep and delicious flood into her heart. It's a great kiss, he's good at it, and he's probably the best kisser she's ever encountered. That isn't saying much, since the only thing she can compare it to is Luke, but even so. Annabeth's so glad the alcohol's worn off by now so that she can feel this all the way.

Percy breaks from her lips and rests his forehead against hers. Somehow Annabeth has a feeling that random party hookups aren't usually like this, but her frame of reference is movies, books, and whatever in hell's name Reyna and Piper are dong. She's fully prepared to consider the fact that she's ignorant of the general proceedings of relationships.

Percy takes her by the hand and helps her out of that labyrinth of a house and they make it to the kitchen finally, where Annabeth sees –

"Whoa, who's the chick doing the – is she trying to breakdance?" asks the same guy who let Annabeth and her friends into the house.

"Those are my friends," says Annabeth, her face dropping into her free hand. "I mean I wish they weren't, but they are." For a few more seconds, like a car crash, she can't look away. "Oh, my god, this is – oh my god."

"The one with the leather pants is hot," comments Grover, who randomly appears next to them. "She single?"

"If you ask her, yes. If you ask literally anyone else, she's basically married to the girl in the denim vest."

Everyone's eyes turn to Reyna, who's staring at Piper like somebody just hung the moon.

"I see that," says Grover. "Good for them. Takes a lot of people a lot longer to find somebody they match with."

It's got to be in her head, like the music and the darkness is muddling her mind and perception, but she could swear to anyone that Percy gives her hand a little squeeze the second after Grover makes that comment.

"Let's get out of here," Annabeth mutters into Percy's ear, and those green eyes of his darken again as he nods and calls a quiet, "see you later, boys," to his friends as they leave.

She taps Reyna on the shoulder and grins to her. Reyna nods and sends her a thumbs up, and Annabeth heads out, sure that Piper will text her in the morning or when she realizes how much she totally can't dance and needs Annabeth to tell her never do it again.

"I'm so glad it's not a really long walk," says Percy, and that's when he starts talking like he literally can't stop. "I mean, it's long, don't get me wrong, but we can get back to my – your Carver – sooner. And I don't mind Carver. It's not bad. It's just full of freshmen." He stares at her and then looks away. "I mean, not that freshmen are bad…"

Annabeth stops dead in her tracks and Percy sort of stumbles as he stops alongside her.

"Oh, god, I can't stop rambling. You're totally going to hate me now, aren't you?" he asks. He looks embarrassed, and Annabeth finds herself smiling. "I always ramble – I'm not good with talking at all."

Annabeth stops him by kissing him lightly. "I'm kind of bad with words too," says Annabeth, "it's the ADHD in me, though. Can't shut up."

Annabeth is nearly knocked over by his next comment. "You too?" Percy asks.

This is going to be a much different night than she expected.

Annabeth grins. "Power to the special ed kids, right?"

That's when Percy laughs, a fantastic, ringing, tone that fills Annabeth with a smile and they start walking back toward their dorm rapidly, and when they run into the desk attendant, she gives them a weird little smile as they bolt up the stairs.

They're not even out of the stairway before Percy's arms wrap around Annabeth's waist and she throws her arms around his shoulders, pulling him flush against her. He kisses her, short and sweet. "We might want to wait until we get to your room," he says, "you know, not very comfortable on the stairs. I'm assuming."

Annabeth says nothing and walks over to room 308, punching in the code quickly and shoving the door open, thankful that the room is empty and that she's got the whole place to herself. "So this is my – "

Percy pulls her back into his arms and his lips seal against hers. He grips around her thighs and she jumps up, locking her legs around his waist. She kicks the door shut as they make it into the room, and she fights back a moan as he presses her up against the door. She loses the fight quickly, and moans softly as she feels him, hard against her. Words failing her, she threads her fingers through his soft, wavy hair in encouragement, fingers brushing against his scalp.

This time it's his turn to moan, open and wanton and it turns Annabeth on even more.

"Let's take this to the bed," she says, and he walks them over to the mattress. She falls against her pillows, bouncing a little bit on the shoddily made college dorm room mattress, and giggles as he lands on her and immediately goes for the hemline of her shirt. "Wait a second," says Annabeth. Percy stares at her like something's wrong. "No, calm down, you goon, I was just going to ask who decided you got to be on top."

Percy swallows visibly and then rolls Annabeth over on top of him, and Annabeth grins. "Good choice," she says, and he sits up so she's straddling his lap. "Now. Get naked."

His shirt's gone in seconds and they get tangled in Annabeth's for way longer than she'd ever admit (the shirt was confusing, stupid lace) but the second she unhooks her bra, Percy just stares at her.

"Never seen boobs before?" she laughs, but immediately feels bad when she realizes, nope, maybe he hasn't and she's officially the biggest dick to walk the sidewalks of this college.

He tears his eyes away to meet hers, and is about to speak. However, to avoid further awkward conversation made awful by her, Annabeth kisses him and presses him against the mattress, and they, at the same time, go for the buttons on each other jeans, fingers tangling. Annabeth relents and runs her hands across impressively washboard abs. Slowly, she kisses down his chest and brushes her fingertips across his waist, then kisses against his neck as he pushes her jeans down and cups her ass, squeezing lightly.

"Oh, come on, is that all you've got?" she laughs against his skin, and he grips her harder. Her eyes flutter closed, and she sighs as he runs his fingertips up her back until reaching the back of her neck.

She moves back up to kiss him firmly on the lips, her hands on either side of his head, and he pulls her flush against him. The heat as their skin meets is almost intolerable, and she knows that, right then, she needs to get those last layers of clothing off, needs to feel him, all of him. It's in that moment that she realizes how long she's waited for this.

He threads his finger through her hair slowly, and the feel of his fingertips against her neck, against her scalp, is blinding. It only gets more intense as he sits up to kiss down her neck, working and sucking hard at a spot near her pulse point, some spot that has her gasping in seconds. She tilts her head away to give him better access, and the feeling of her hair brushing against her back just adds to the sensations. She doesn't remember him pulling out her braid – she doesn't care when it happened. She's just glad it did.

"That's gonna leave a mark," she sighs as Percy pulls away briefly to lick across the spot. Her eyes flutter shut as Percy's other hand reaches between them to brush his fingertips over her breasts gently.

"That's the point," Percy mutters against her skin.

He works at her a little longer, earning a low, long moan from Annabeth, and then moves back up to her mouth. Annabeth's done with waiting though, and she lowers them both down so they're level with the mattress.

"Are we going to finish getting naked now or what?" she asks. Annabeth Chase is nothing if not blunt and to the point.

Percy laughs. "Sounds good to me."

Annabeth pushes her jeans and underwear (they're glowing, oh fucking great) down her legs, and she sees Percy open his eyes.

"Excuse me?" he says, sounding confused. "Um, Annabeth, are your underpants supposed to be glowing like that?"

She sighs. "Yes, they are. Are you really going to focus on my glow-in-the-dark panties while I'm naked and on top of you?"

He thinks about it, it seems, for a second – he fucking thinks about it, is this kid serious? – and then clearly chooses the right answer as he lifts his hips and shoves his jeans and blue boxers down. Annabeth moves so he can chuck them away from the two of them, and then they're both naked and Annabeth can hardly breathe for excitement and Percy looks a little bit like his entire world is spinning around him.

"Do you have a condom?" Annabeth asks.

"Huh?" Percy asks, still looking rather brain dead.

"A condom," she asks. "Do you have one or should I grab one?"

"Y-you should grab one," he says, and his voice sounds shaky, uncertain.

As Annabeth reaches under her bed for her container of rainbow unicorn bandaids that actually holds a myriad of style condoms – today's choice is "ribbed, for her pleasure!" – she asks him, "Are you okay right now?"

"What?"

She gives him a look, trying to keep herself from being completely on top of him. She doesn't want to freak him out. "You seem stressed out. I just want to make sure you're okay.

"I'm so okay," he says, "I'm really, really okay. I can't breathe, because you're still naked and you're up there and not really as much on top of me now. But I'm okay. I'm better than okay."

Annabeth laughs a little bit and then gives him the condom. He rolls it on, only fumbling with his shaky hands once or twice, and then they're kissing again. A thrill rushes through Annabeth's entire body, top of the head to the toes, as she feels him against her. She can't wait any longer. "You ready?" she asks, trailing her fingertips down his abs and resting just before the base of his dick, not wanting to make a move he's not okay with.

He nods frantically, swallows, and then say, "yes, god, yes. Just – let's…Now?"

Annabeth laughs and guides him inside of her with her hand, and his eyes flutter shut. He moans in a way Annabeth's never heard from anyone before and she can't help but giggle. She's been waiting since she was fifteen to do this again – it's nice to get that kind of reaction out of someone for once.

"Holy shit," Percy moans. If Annabeth were being fair, she'd call it more of a whine, but this is his first time with her and she doesn't want to fault him for being this distracted. Annabeth starts moving along him, her eyes fluttering shut a few times as she makes sure that he hits a spot inside her that makes her see stars.

"Is this – are you – I …" Percy can't get out a full sentence, and Annabeth leans down to kiss him gently, letting him know it's okay for him not to talk, letting him know he doesn't have to make sense right now.

For a little longer they move together, Percy starting to make a rhythm and then, before Annabeth notices it, Percy's saying, "I'm, oh, fuck, I'm –" He exhales roughly, and grips her hips even more tightly and mutters something entirely incoherent.

And then it's over.

She's not disappointed – it was a good experience, especially for what she's heard about first times with people (her first time all around is something she doesn't want to think about) – but it's not entirely satisfying for her. If she'd known it would be this short, she probably would have considered getting herself there too…

"Fuck," says Percy as she lets him slip out. "Fuck, wait, don't go anywhere."

"What?" Annabeth asks. "Pretty sure this is my room."

His eyes drift closed as his breathing's still unsteady. "Not what I meant," he says. "I mean don't get out of bed. I'm not done with you yet."

From what she's seen of Percy, he probably didn't mean to make it sound like it did, but, hell, it sounds good and she stays where she is, sitting to his side as he looks half dead. He takes a few more deep breathes and sits up.

"Sit at the side of your bed," he says.

"What?"

"I said, sit at the side of your bed."

"My legs'll hang off."

He laughs. "That's kind of the point."

Ah. That's what he's planning.

She does ask he asks and then he hooks her legs over his shoulders. She feels weirdly out of control, but he lightly brushes his fingertips against her inner thighs, and just that takes away any nervousness she had been feeling. Without any hesitation, he licks against her, and in a second her head falls against the mattress and she whimpers unexpectedly.

Annabeth's not particularly loud in sex – mostly soft sighs and a few giggles when something tickles or somebody makes a weird sound – but this guy's first move has her gasping out of nowhere. She wasn't expecting much from his oral game, maybe a five out of ten, from what she felt from before, but this? This was totally out of left field.

Something tells her he's done this before, and that whatever practice he's had has been damned useful.

He trails his fingertips up and down her thighs, making sure he draws out every single possible sound from Annabeth as his tongue and lips work their magic on her, and suddenly but not suddenly, waves of pleasure, causing her to scream his name into a pillow, crash over her and she's staunchly aware of how this is the best orgasm she's ever had in her life. Nothing she'd gotten before, from someone else (she doesn't think his name) or from herself, has ever come anywhere near what just hit her, and she feels her legs shaking as she comes down from it. Percy gently moves his lips against her until she can tap at his shoulder with her foot.

"I'm – you can – I'm good," she gasps, voice frailer and more delicate than usual. She can feel that her entire body is reeling from what just happened. Her brain is fuzzier than she's expecting, so it's no surprise when the sigh she's about to let out is instead something that sounds a little more like an exhaled moan. "How the fuck are you so good at that?" she asks. It's probably a rude question, she knows it is, but she can't help but ask. That's the kind of thing you can't keep from asking.

He shrugs. "A combination of natural talent and an ex girlfriend who was only cool with third base but not running all the way home, if you know what I mean."

Okay, so maybe Annabeth was wrong about her boobs being the first he'd ever seen. There has to be a first time for everything.

"Good to know," says Annabeth.

He climbs back into her bed and sits next to her.

"You okay?" he asks, grinning a little bit.

"I'm fine, thanks," she laughs. "Better than fine."

He's leaning down like he's about to kiss her.

That's when Fall Out Boy's "Sending Postcards from a Plane Crash" starts blaring through Annabeth's dorm room.

"Oh, fuck," says Percy as he rolls out of bed and basically knocks into everything he possibly could have as he tries to find his jeans. "Shit, fuck, shit!" he exclaims.

Annabeth turns on her computer and directs the light toward Percy to help him find his pants without a word, and finally he gets to his phone.

"Hello?" he says, breathlessly. "Yeah. Oh, fuck not AGAIN?! With somebody else or the same guy? Of course he did. Okay, I'll be over in a second. Of course you are but that doesn't mean – no, I'm not mad. Yes, shut up. Okay, if you keep talking I'll come over there just to kick your skinny ass. Yeah. See you soon." The look on Percy's face isn't great as he hangs up the phone and looks over at Annabeth.

"One of my brothers, a kid I've known since we were, like, eight, did something stupid. I probably shouldn't explain further for legal reasons –" Annabeth's glad it's dark so Percy can't see the horrified and stunned expression she knows is on her face " – but I promise I wouldn't be leaving right now if it wasn't totally urgent."

"Okay," Annabeth says with a shrug.

"Put your number in my phone," he says, and the eager hope he has on his face is intoxicating. "Okay? Just really quick, while I get dressed. I swear I'll text you. Or call you. Whatever seems right at the time."

There's something weird about a guy who determines whether or not to call or text depending on what seems right, but Annabeth programs the number into his phone and hands it to him as he bolts out the door. "See you later, Annabeth!" he exclaims as he bolts out the door, running a hand through his sex-mussed hair.

She laughs a little as she watches the door close and drops back onto her bed, letting her mind replay and replay the events and, oh god, the orgasm over and over again. She's half asleep before she realizes she might want to be clothed before Piper comes in again, and throws on whatever shirt and pair of underpants are on the top of her drawers before she falls into bed again. Her comforter got pushed off of the bed sometime during the night and her sheets definitely aren't the cleanest they've ever been, but she decides she'll take care them in the morning. Right now, all she wants to do is sleep, dream to remember. Her eyes drift shut and she's taken back to Percy, and how, even though it shouldn't have been, tonight has been one of the greatest she can remember.