of half-bloods and happenings
kiss me
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They've just killed their fifth drakon when Percy pulls her aside and slides his lips against hers. She fights for breath.
"What are you doing?" she hisses, pulling away and scanning for any monsters that might be lurking in the watching shadows. Percy's lips quirk.
"Kissing you," he says slowly. "I thought that much was obvious."
"In case you hadn't noticed, Seaweed Brain, we're at the bottom of the pit of hell and this close to dying and you're kissing me?"
"I'd noticed, Annabeth," he says softly, hefting Riptide over one shoulder. "But I can't help it. You're just -"
"Just what?"
"Just here. Now. And I don't know how long this will last."
She looks at him in this darkness cracked with the bronze light of his sword. She looks at him and remembers seemingly endless days of summer stretching out before them. She looks at him and remembers kisses in the strawberry fields, kisses in her bedroom, and kisses underwater in the canoe lake.
She looks at him standing there, mouth set in a hard line and angry red scar crawling up his neck to the tip of his ear.
"Then by all means, Seaweed Brain. Kiss me."
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Author's Note: A nice short one this time, exactly 200 words. My Percabeth feels were crying this morning, so I stamped this one out for you. This is for the darling trollalalala who never fails to read and review my work. You're a gem. xx