A/N: Blah blah M for a reason blah. Enjoy!

REYNA

"Reyna! I'm – oh my god!"

Reyna flails a little too much and flies off the bed, landing on the floor with her head dangerously close to the corner of the fridge. She makes a mental, slightly inappropriate for the time, note to pad that area before anything like that happens again.

"Gwen!" she says. "Hi this is, um, Piper, this is Gwen."

Piper sits up, her eyes looking a little glassy and fogged with lust. "Hey," she says with a wave. "You're Reyna's roommate."

"Yeah, and I've never met you," says Gwen carefully. "Dude, Reyna, what the…?"

"We can head out," says Reyna, burying her face in her hands. "Oh, god, Gwen, this is really awkward."

Gwen, to Reyna's relief, just laughs and shakes her head. "Hey, don't worry about it. I just have to ask you something: is this who you were with last weekend when you walked in on me and Dakota?"

"No. Yes," replies Reyna with a grin.

Gwen puts on an expression of mock surprise. "Well I couldn't have guessed that if I had to," she says, grinning. "Look, I only need to grab a couple of books – you guys can stay here, okay? You, uh," she winks at Reyna garishly as she picks up a pile of books, "you two look like you were pretty busy."

Reyna waves to Gwen as she leaves and looks up at Piper.

"That was more embarrassing than all the dancing we did last night," Reyna laughs. "Oh, god, we've had a weird twelve hours."

Piper stares at her blankly for a few seconds and then suddenly her jaw drops. "And suddenly all of the dancing comes back to me," she says, and Reyna's suddenly aware of the fact that Piper is about to monologue.

"Piper, we should –"

"Well call me Flashdance and dump a bucket of water on me! Why didn't anyone stop us? Oh, god, we must have looked like such idiots! We will never be taken seriously on this campus again. And you!" she turns to Reyna accusatory finger pointed toward her. Reyna is incapable of taking her seriously, and finds herself laughing. "You joined and didn't save me from myself! You are the worst – the worst…" For once in her life, it looked like Piper was entirely out of words. "You suck," is what she comes up with, and she folds her arms across her chest and glares at a spot above Reyna's head.

"Are you done being a temperamental toddler and ready to go shower with me?" Reyna asks. "Because I so don't want to deal with you throwing a fit. I get that enough with Hylla's kid."

"We're showering together now?" Piper asks. "Are we really there?"

"Either that or you can walk back to your dorm in my lacrosse tee shirt that you still haven't taken off."

Piper looks down at the shirt in disgust. "Oh, god, I'M STILL IN YOUR SHIRT!" she tears it off and throws it across the room. Reyna can't help but laugh, because Piper is mostly naked and sitting on her bed, and somehow Piper thinks the shirt's the biggest offense in suggesting that he two of them are more than just a string of one night stands.

"Now you're sitting on my bed naked," says Reyna. "Really, Piper, I'm not sure how you're trying to play this, but I'm going to go get into the shower. Meet me there if you feel like it." She turns on her heel and grabs her shower caddy, towels, and shower shoes, and literally counts to ten once she gets into the bathroom before Piper comes padding in.

"I knew you'd come in here," she laughs. "Now come on and wash my hair."

"You wash my hair first," says Piper belligerently, but she steps into the little shower stall next to Reyna and pulls off the shirt she had been wearing earlier. That, apparently, was the only thing she had deigned to put on before coming into the bathroom. Reyna can't resist looking her up and down as she stands there, stark naked.

"Jeez, you with the staring, get in the shower before I push you in there."

Reyna rolls her eyes but does as Piper says, shedding her pajamas and stepping into the shower. It's a tiny stall and when they try to fool around Piper slips and slams her elbow into the soap dish, so they quickly realize that this "sex in the shower" thing is entirely impossible when you're in college. Reyna finds herself wondering if in the future they'll have the opportunity to do this right.

Piper kisses her on the neck as she massages Reyna's scalp, and Reyna hums appreciatively. There's something about this, someone else washing your hair, Reyna thinks, and her eyes drift closed.

"Hey, no getting all mushy on me, weirdo," demands Piper, "or I'll stop."

"I'm not getting mushy," says Reyna, "it's just – it feels really nice to have my scalp massaged, that's all."

There's a silence in response to what Reyna said that's getting her a little unnerved, because when Piper's not talking, she's scheming, and a scheming Piper is a Piper one generally wants to avoid.

Suddenly, Reyna feels Piper pull on her hair, gently so that it doesn't hurt, but firm enough that her head tilts back involuntarily. She finds herself gasping a little bit, and she can hear the smile in Piper's voice as she says, "I thought so."

"Do that again," Reyna finds herself muttering, and Piper does, adding a sucking kiss to Reyna's neck, and this time Reyna full out moans.

"Don't do that," says Piper, wrapping her free hand around Reyna's waist, "you cannot do that right now – I'll end up getting so turned on I'll be forced to eat you out and then we'll both get ourselves knocked out on the floor or something and that'll be really hard to explain to your RA."

Reyna whimpers as Piper pulls her hand out of her hair and trails her fingers down Reyna's damp shoulder.

"Stop that," says Reyna, "if I can't moan, you can't do that finger thingy."

"Which finger thingy?" Piper asks. "This one?" She brushes her fingertips down Reyna's side. "Or this one?" Reyna's head drops against the wall of the shower as Piper's fingertips wrap around her body and strokes her lightly.

"I'm going to pass out and it's going to be all your fault, idiot," Reyna grumbles. Hating herself for having to do it, she smacks Piper's hands out of the way and stands up straight, trying to avoid her face showing how turned on she is. "If we're gonna do this, it'll be in my dorm room."

Piper, drenched hair half in her eyes and the blue streak almost black when wet, sighs. "Well, if you insist." She pushes aside the shower curtain and winks to Reyna. "You meet me when your hair isn't all soapy. I'll leave your door open." Without another word, she pulls on Reyna's shirt, sticking damp all over her and forming fitting across her chest.

Reyna's pretty sure there's still soap in her hair but she'll be damned if she takes any longer to wash it out.

PIPER

Reyna, Piper knows, is a slow showerer, so she gets a started on her own to take some of the edge off. Hoping somewhere in the back of her mind that Gwen was serious about going to the library for the rest of the day, she lets her fingers slowly dance down her body until she's brushing her fingertips against herself, letting out a little soft sigh of relief. She moves her fingers in slow, languid circles as she lets her eyes flutter closed, and she finds her mind going back to the night before. Reyna, with dark eyes and strong arms on top of her, fingers inside of her, mouth on her…

Piper's fingers start moving a little faster, sliding easily as she let's Reyna's face fill her mind – not because she likes her, because she's great in bed and it's the first time Piper's ever liked it when someone topped instead of her.

Then, suddenly, there's a second pair of hands moving down her body, and Piper opens her eyes to see Reyna's grin.

"Jeez, good to see you're not impatient or anything," says Reyna, "let me take over. I'm surprised you didn't even notice when I got in the room."

Reyna brushes Piper's hand out of the way and replaces Piper's hand with her own, and Piper's back arches off of the bed as Reyna's fingers pump in and out of her and her thumb gently strokes Piper's clit.

"Fucking fuck," Piper moans, "oh, fucking – fuck, fuck –"

"So verbose," Reyna says with snark, and Piper isn't even in a place to snark back because her entire brain is exploding. It's probably the fastest someone else has ever made her come, and she's still babbling god knows what stupid comment when she comes down from it

"Are you sure I'm your first experience with a girl?" Piper says. "You're stupidly good at that. Like, not fair levels of good at that."

Reyna shrugs as she leans down to kiss Piper. "I think you're forgetting that I'm a girl too. I know what I like, and you're an easy study," Reyna mumbles against Piper's lips.

Piper laughs as Reyna kisses down her throat, and rolls the two of them over so she's on top. She undoes the skillful twist holding Reyna's towel together. "Much better," Piper says, "also, what time is it?"

Reyna holds her arm up to look at her watch, "It's twelve o' –" Piper chuckles as Reyna's sentence cuts off with an abrupt gasp. Piper's a fan of surprising Reyna, and it doesn't happen often enough. When an opportunity like this presents itself she can't resist.

"Well then," says Piper, "I should really get home to start on my homework, so this probably needs to be quick."

"What?"

Piper just chuckles in response as she repeats the movement, earning a sigh from Reyna.

"Do that again," Reyna murmurs.

"What?" Piper asks, knowing exactly what. "This?" She strokes inside of Reyna, and Reyna's fingertips grip into the sheets on her bed so tightly that Piper wouldn't be surprised if she ripped it in some places. Reyna keeps gripping, harder and harder, as Piper keeps stroking until she moves just right against Reyna's clit. That's when it's all over. A shudder goes down Piper's spine as she can feel – literally feel Reyna's orgasm clench around her and she chuckles a little bit as a string of expletives falls from Reyna's lips that she would never say in other situation.

"Welp," says Piper, kissing Reyna, "I've got to go get some homework done. Text me later, hot stuff."

Reyna sits up and it looks like she's about to say something, but instead she just smiles. "See you later, you weirdo. Oh, and you might want to consider putting your clothes back on."

Piper looks down and realizes she's still in Reyna's shirt. "Oh, crap."

As she gets dressed and Reyna's silently laughing at her, she thinks about how, next time, she was going to get the last word.

"Ignoring that and striking it from the record," Piper says as she buttons her pants, "I am going to head out now and, again, text me later."

"Again, see you later, weirdo."

"You're the weirdo, weirdo."

Reyna scoffs. "Yeah," she says, "right."

Piper finds herself half in a daydream when she walks back to her dorm room and across campus, and she keeps trying to tell herself it's just because she's gotten laid two times in less than twelve hours and she's brain dead because of it. She completely ignores the part of her brain saying it has something directly to do with the fact that it was Reyna, not just the sex.

"Shut up, brain," she says firmly to herself, and she only realizes she said it out loud when a very distraught couple who look like they were fighting look over at her in shock. Piper realizes, right then, how bizarre she must look. Last night clothes and hair that's still wet from the shower.

"This is a Walk of Game, my friends," she announces to the horrified couple, turning to watch their expressions as she walks away from them. "Try to keep up."

The look of confusion and secondhand embarrassment on their faces is funny enough to sustain Piper's laughter for the rest of the walk home, and she adjusts her collar a couple times with an extra hop in her step as she walks into her building.

There's no desk attendant since it's the afternoon, so she saunters upstairs.

When she walks back into her dorm room, she's not expecting to see Annabeth curled up on her bed, quizzing herself with flashcards.

"Oh, honey," she says sadly. "Did last night not go well?"

Annabeth lifts her head up, her blonde curls damp from a recent shower. "What?"

"I mean last night. Did you –" Piper trips over something. On the floor is a pair of blue boxers, and they were not the brand Piper liked to wear to bed. She lights up and stares at Annabeth.

"You – oh my god, you DID get laid!" Piper exclaims, clapping frenetically. "Holy shit, this is awesome! Was he good? What was it like? How many times did you do it? Was it better than the other times?"

Annabeth turns around, still holding onto her flashcards, and buries her face into a pillow. Piper can tell she's smiling like an idiot into it. "He was really sweet, Piper, crazy gentle even though I told him he didn't need to be so careful, and he held my hand as we walked back here and…" Annabeth lifts her head up and, oh, wow, that's a smile that Piper's never seen on her roommate before. In a moment Piper realizes she's never actually see Annabeth this kind of happy before. It would hurt if she wasn't seeing the smile right now. "Piper, he's great."

"Don't date your one night stand!" exclaims Piper, dropping to her knees on the floor beside Annabeth's bed. "Don't do it! Because – because –"

"Because then you'll feel like it's okay to date Reyna?"

"No!" exclaims Piper. "Yes! No! Shut up!"

Annabeth laughs as Piper flails and throws herself onto the floor. "Can you move so I can get a ginger ale?" Annabeth asks.

"No!" exclaims Piper. "Dude, I need the dirty details!"

"Why?"

Piper drapes a hand over her face dramatically. "Because you're my friend and you're supposed to tell me all of the dirty, nasty things you do with guys on the weekends." She moves her hand to reveal one eye, looking at Annabeth. "It's what normal girls do, I'm sure of it."

"On what planet are we normal girls?"

Piper groans. "That's the point, brain girl, we're not. Normal is a social construct. Or something. So tell me about it anyway."

Annabeth doesn't go into extreme detail, but she definitely mentions how he inexplicably – was really good at oral and the part about knocking over the lamp that she had only noticed this morning when she woke up and saw it on the floor.

"So, basically, what you're saying is he's built like a Greek God, has awesome stare-into-my-soul eyes, and is good in bed."

Annabeth shrugs. "He has skills, what can I say. Very impressive skills."

"Damn, girl!" Piper exclaims. "You got a freak in the sheets!"

Annabeth considers this for a second, realizing that the only time the lamp could have fallen was when Percy had her flat on her back. "I think I was the one who actually knocked over the lamp."

Piper's eyebrows rise. "Are YOU the freak in the sheets?" she asks very seriously.

Annabeth shrugs. "Perhaps I am."

Piper grins. "Well hit me with a tissue box and call me a bride on her wedding day. Looks like my little baby is all grown up and banging boys ferociously."

"I wouldn't say ferociously," Annabeth mentions.

Piper scoffs. "You broke a lamp," she says, "I WOULD say ferociously."

Annabeth giggles and blushes. "Well, he left right after. He said he'd text me, but I'm not sure. It's supposed to be a one night thing, right?"

"How can you be so sure?" Piper asks. "You'd be okay with him being like 'screw connections, I just want to bangity bang' and then never calling you again?"

Annabeth shrugs. "I guess I would be. It's not really a big deal. I'd think about this night as a 'yay, I had sex that was awesome.' Then I never see him again other than awkward encounters on campus and perhaps by accident in the dining commons."

Piper stares her down, convinced that Annabeth's lying, but there's no tension or doubt in Annabeth's face. "You'd seriously be okay with that?" Piper asks.

"If that's how it works, that's how it's going to work. Can't control everything, can you?"

"But you're obsessed with controlling everything!" exclaims Piper. "You even made me shift one of my posters because it wasn't completely straight on the wall."

"Well that was just because you were sloppy, Piper, come on."

"But you are hyper controlling." Piper can't ignore the fact that she's dodging the question.

"Do you really want the answer?" Annabeth asks. "Seriously?"

"Yes!"

Annabeth sighs and for a brief second Piper thinks, nope, maybe she doesn't want to know. "I control enough in the bedroom, thanks very much, so I don't really need to worry about what happens in real life. If he feels like revisiting what we did last night, he'll be back. If he's not into it, he won't be. Whatever happens will happen."

Piper stares at her for a moment. "I learn something new about you every day, dear roommate. Teach me your ways of detachment." Piper drops her chin into her hands and gazes at Annabeth so ridiculously she knows that Annabeth just has to laugh.

"Why do you need skills in not being attached?" Annabeth asks. "Aren't you not into Reyna at all past being in bed and being study buddies?"

Piper defensively says, "Of course – she's just smart enough to keep me from failing out of school," but in the back of her mind something is nagging and she can't shut it up. Most annoyingly it sounds like Reyna's voice. Something telling her to be "true to her heart" or whatever. She knew falling asleep to Mulan a few nights before was a mistake.

"Alright," says Annabeth, "but I think you might consider –"

And then there's a knock on the door.

"I'll get it," says Piper, "it's probably Reyna being annoying again."

She pads over to their door in her Hello Kitty shirt she had been wearing the night before and a pair of sleep shorts she had thrown on in place of the tight pants she had been wearing the night before, and throws the door open.

"Whoa," says Piper, "Hey, Annabeth, unless I'm mistaken it looks like your Greek god is here for you."

Piper turns to look at her roommate, who's sitting on her bed with a fairly confused expression on her face.

"He – oh, that's -" A pink blush spreads across Annabeth's cheeks.

"I suddenly have a lot of homework to do," says Piper. She turns around and grabs a random pile of books off her desk – along with what she thinks is a pack of jellybeans, but she can't be sure – and dumps them unceremoniously into her backpack. "I'll be at the library – call me if you need anything." She can't resist giving Percy, cute but so entirely not her type, a once over before leaving. "Later, Annabeth!"

She busts out the door with a grin on her face. Looks like her little prodigy was going to end up getting a happy ending after all.

ANNABETH

Annabeth stands and walks to the door. Percy looks like he's half nervous and half excited for wherever the conversation is headed, and his zeal is almost overwhelming.

"Hi, Annabeth," he says. "This isn't a text or a phone call, but I –"

"If you're here to flirt, I'm not sure I can…" Annabeth's not sure why she said that.

"Can we go out sometime?" Annabeth is even more unsure of why he would said that. Except, she realizes, he might have meant it.

Annabeth falls back a little bit on her heels as she processes what he said.

Somehow, the logical response in Annabeth's head is to ask, "Wasn't that supposed to be a one night type thing?"

"Supposed to be and what it is are two very different things," says Percy with a shrug. Annabeth realizes how nervous he looks and smiles at him.

"You know, if I didn't know what you were saying, I'm pretty sure that sentence wouldn't have made any sense."

Percy turns a little pink and smiles at her. "Sorry," he says, "I'm not very good with words."

"You said that last night," Annabeth say with a little laugh.

"I did," says Percy. His smile gets brighter, and it warms Annabeth's heart somehow, that she can make him smile like that. "But, um, yeah, about that going out maybe thing?"

Annabeth tilts her head to the side, and she can feel her hair slip over her shoulder and down her back. Percy's eyes lock on something, and Annabeth is pleasantly thrown back to the night before and Percy's lips all over her neck. She hasn't checked in the mirror yet, but she'd guess there was probably a hickey there by now.

"What are you looking at?" she asks quietly, but the smile she's been trying to hold back comes out.

Percy just smiles back at her, his eyes glancing from where she's sure she has quite the bruise, up to her lips, and then to her eyes. "So how about the date?" he asks. "I'm thinking something too fancy for words. Like the dining hall."

"I don't even know what your last name is," Annabeth says through a laugh. "Is that really the background we want of how you asked me out?"

"You didn't care what my name was last night when you were on top of me," Percy says, and the frankness of his sentence sends a whirling heat down into Annabeth's belly. She takes a deep breath to steady herself, to avoid getting caught up in a really great memory.

"Things change," she says casually, but even she can hear an unusual shakiness in her voice. "So what is your last name, Percy?"

He sticks out his left hand, looks at it, and then exchanges it with his right hand. "Percy Alexander Jackson. Pleased to meet you."

"I think we got past the meeting part last night," Annabeth says as a reply, "not sure we could get more intimate than that."

"I think we could," says Percy, and the way his eyes lock on hers she can tell he means something that isn't sex, that's more than that.

It's not something she would have expected from a guy who looks and acts like him. And then, hitting her like a train, she realizes something: he'd said the night before a lot of things about his experience, but it seemed vague enough…Well, if she had to guess, Annabeth would say she's the first girl he's ever slept with, but not the first girl he's been involved it..

Interesting.

"Alright then," says Annabeth quietly, opening the door enough to let him in. "Come inside." She rolls her eyes at his smirk. "Oh, quit it with the innuendo."

Percy steps into her room and looks around like he's never been there before.

"Nice Transformers poster," he says, nodding to the giant poster of Megan Fox and robots hanging on Piper's side of the room.

Annabeth chuckles. "Yeah, that's my roommate's. She hung it up for Shia LaBeouf and Megan Fox, not the giant robots."

Percy exhales, looking visibly relieved. "Oh, that is a good thing," he laughs. "Because those movies are disasters. They're awesome for fighting robot movies, but they are terrible movies in general."

"I wouldn't disagree with that," says Annabeth. She taps her fingers on the side of her desk and suddenly wonders what the hell she does with her hands when she's not thinking about it. For a while she keeps tapping, but the distance from the table to her fingertips is too far. Then she shifts to leaning against the frame of her bed.

"So," says Percy, rocking on his heels. "You haven't told me your full name yet. Do I get to know the identity of the elusive beauty who swept me off my feet and away from morons last night?"

"Elusive beauty?" she chuckles. "That's either too honest or too smooth, Percy Alexander Jackson." He shrugs and grins

"So how about that name?"

"Annabeth Eliza Chase," she says, mocking his tone and handshake, "pleased to meet you."

"Oh, come on," Percy says, not letting go of her hand and lowering his so she can be pulled forward. "Now you're just making fun of me."

"Trust me," says Annabeth, "I'm always going to make fun of you. It's kind of a thing with me."

"Do I get to kiss you?" Percy asks.

"Only if you tell me why you had to book it last night."

Percy groans and drops his head back. "This kid I've been friends with for ages, Nico, has a tendency to get into political arguments with the kids at the frat. It's pretty much on purpose, we've figured out – he does all he can to try to get himself kicked out."

"I don't get it!" Annabeth exclaims. "Why are you even part of this frat if you and your friends hate it so much?"

Percy sighs. "Nico's and my dads, along with our friend Jason's dad, were all the, like, leaders of this place. The Founding Brothers or something. They even call each other the Big Three, like they have some sort of freaking throne. Not only were the three of us forced to go to this school because of legacy scholarships and pressure, but forced to go into the frat, too." He runs his finger through his dark hair and offers a half smile. "It's worse for Nico, too, since he's a year younger and skipped a grade. He just got shoved through life a little too quickly by his dad. So he mouths off to other people. And he is smarter than most people, I'll give him that. But every once in a while he goes at someone bigger than him and, despite the fact that he's fast and has a glare to kill a monster, he still gets hurt."

Annabeth just blinks. "That is an entirely valid reason for booking it last night, I can tell you that." Acting on impulse, she reaches out and takes his hand. "If it comes to it, we should figure out some sort of devious plan to break you guys out of that frat."

"Devious plan?" he says. "I like it. Can I kiss you now?"

Annabeth nods. "I suppose we can arrange it."

"Then you can make fun of me all you want." He leans in and presses his lips to hers, raising a hand to brush over the mark he had kissed into her skin the night before, and Annabeth gets wrapped up in him again.