6/20/13: Hey, guys! I read it over and I just revised some stuff. I didn't like how some of it sounded. *shrug* So I changed it a little bit.

Author's Note: Alrighty…about this oneshot. I'm going to rate it T for minor suggestive themes, which unfortunately pushes the story to a rating of T (Yep. Rules matter to me). Thank you to saphira786 for the prompt, and thank you PixieKindOfCrazy for those improv-texts with me.

This was kind of awkward to write, but it was very, very fun. I enjoyed it. Umm…I apologize for some potential OOC-ness, though. Although…Percy's a teenage guy. So…before I give too much away, I think you should read.

DISCLAIMER: Unfortunately, I don't live in San Antonio. So I guess I'm not Riordan.
Have fun!

The Talk

Look, so I don't have a problem with my sixteen-year-old dating. I don't have a problem with his girlfriend, Annabeth. In fact, I'd been waiting for him to date Annabeth for the past four years (he's had a crush on her since they first met. He denies it, of course). I don't have a problem with Annabeth coming over to visit once or twice a week; she's like my daughter.

(Am I already thinking of Annabeth as a daughter? Is that a good thing or a bad thing?)

Anyway, I don't have a problem with any of that. What I did have a problem with was the sometimes excessive PDA between the two of them. Like one night, around eleven-thirty, I found the two of them fast asleep on the couch. Annabeth was lying on top of Percy, using his chest as a pillow. Percy had his arms wrapped around her hips, his hands resting on the small of her back. His knees rested against either side of her waist. My first thought was, Annabeth's going to miss her curfew. Thought Number Two was, for a sophomore couple that had just started going out, they were pretty close to each other. Third thought—I'm not a big fan of the whole two-teenagers-lying-on-top-of-each-other-in-the-da rk thing.

I gently shook Percy's shoulder. "Guys," I whispered. Percy opened his eyes and squinted at me. "Mom?" he murmured. He glanced down at Annabeth sleeping on his chest, then back up at me, and he blushed. "We were just sleeping, I swear."

Annabeth woke up. When she caught my eyes, she quickly untangled herself from Percy's arms. "I promise it was nothing," she told me with a nervous laugh. "We just fell asleep."

I tried for a smile. "I see that," I said, raising an eyebrow. "You're not in trouble. Though, Annabeth, you might want to get going if you're going to make it back to your dorm before curfew."

She looked at the clock and gasped, letting out an Ancient Greek curse. She shot to her feet. "I'm really late. Thanks, Ms. Jackson," she said as she slipped on her sneaker and headed toward the door.

Percy got up with her. "I'll go with you." He glanced at me. "Can I?"

I smiled and nodded. I'd taught him that. And I was glad that he had remembered it. Always walk a lady to the door, and never let a lady walk on the streets alone at night. Especially not in New York. Percy interlaced his fingers in hers and walked out the door.

But that sleeping-on-each-other scenario had gotten me to monitor them a little closer.

What prompted me to talk to him, though, was another day, when Paul had locked himself in out room, determined to finish grading the huge stack of essays he had, and I had just gone downstairs to pick up the mail. I had left Percy and Annabeth alone in the apartment for a while. I'd thought I'd find them on the couch where I'd left them.

Instead, I was just in time to catch the tail end of a tickle fight. Percy pulled Annabeth onto his lap and tickled her abdomen, making her scream with laughter. "Percy!" she shouted. "Stop it! Please! Stop! I have a dagger and I'm not afraid to use it!"

Percy flipped her onto the couch and knelt over her triumphantly, continuing to tickle her to death. For some reason, his position over her set alarm bells ringing in my head. It was…inappropriate. He was…straddling her. Red alert!

He smirked at Annabeth. "I'm invincible, remember, Wise Girl?" he reminded her.

She tried to push him off of her. "I know your weak spot, Seaweed Brain," she pointed out, her face red from laughing. "Please, Percy! It hurts!"

I cleared my throat loudly to get their attention.

They instantly froze like deer in headlights, and after about five stunned seconds, Percy got off of Annabeth as fast as humanly (or demigodly) possible. His face was beet red, but he gave a nervous chuckle. "Hey, Mom," he greeted.

Annabeth's face was flushed, too, though I wasn't sure if it was from embarrassment or laughing. "Hello, Ms. Jackson," she said with an awkward smile.

I smiled at them, though the hands-all-over thing was too much. "Hey, guys," I said, raising an eyebrow. "I see you're, ah, enjoying each other's company."

They nodded silently and awkwardly. Percy was the one to break it. He pointed at Annabeth while still looking at me. "She started it," he declared.

Annabeth hit him on the shoulder. "How's that?"

"You tickled my neck," he smirked.

"I didn't know you were ticklish on your neck!" she defended herself with a laugh, brushing her fingers under his neck.

Percy let out an uncharacteristic giggle, swatting her hand away. "Stop!" he laughed. Then he shook his head at her. "Just trying to find all my weak spots, huh?" he accused playfully. Annabeth just rolled her eyes and cuddled closer to him.

As I put the mail down on the kitchen counter, I looked back at Percy nestled up with his girlfriend. I thought about how he had smirked at her, straddling her and tickling her all over her body. That had really bothered me. He had reminded me of his father, Poseidon. And for the first time ever, that wasn't a good thing.

Percy had been pretty shy when it came to dating. He was a lot shyer than Poseidon had been, that's for sure. But there were some moments when "playful," escalated to "sexual." He needed to know that boundary.

Thing was, I had no idea how to bring that up without it being awkward for both of us.

I went to my bedroom, where Paul was in the middle of reading a paper. He glanced up at me. "Hey, what's up?" he greeted. Then he raised an eyebrow. "And what was all that nonsense in the living room? I heard screaming and laughing, like some sort of tickle fight going on."

I smirked. "Good guess," I sighed, sitting heavily on the bed. "I have to have a talk with Percy. He and Annabeth are getting way too…hands-on with each other." I made a face. "Paul, you should've seen the two of them. Percy was…on top of her, tickling her all over the place, and…" I sighed in exasperation. "It kind of scared me."

Paul frowned. "Wow, really? They've only been going out for like, what? Two months?"

"I know!" I said. "I'm going to talk with him. Except…" I pursed my lips. "I have no idea where to start."

My husband shrugged. "Just be honest," he said. "And keep in mind that he's a sixteen-year-old guy, you know what I mean?" He smirked.

I half-smiled. "Alright." I got up with a sigh. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck," Paul called behind me.

I found Percy and Annabeth standing at the door, saying goodbye. Percy had his Poseidon-like smirk on, and he had his arms around his girlfriend's waist. "Do you have to go so soon?" he murmured.

She rolled her eyes, but she smiled. "Yeah, unfortunately," she answered. "I have a lab report due tomorrow morning. I have to finish it."

Percy pouted, but smiled under Annabeth's kiss. He didn't look like he wanted to let her go anytime soon, but Annabeth pulled away, gave him a wink, and headed out the door.

Now or never, Sally, I told myself. "Hey, Percy," I called lightheartedly.

He turned to me. "Hmm?"

"Can we talk for a minute? Just you and me?" I sat on the couch and patted the space next to me.

My son cautiously made his way over to me. "This isn't about the tickle fight, is it?" he asked warily.

I pursed my lips. Good guess. "Not…completely," I said honestly. It's also about the sleeping on each other and making out and straddling and well…all the other touchy-feely stuff going on between you two.

My son plopped down next to me and gave me a look. "Not completely?" he repeated. "What is it, Mom?"

I sighed, throwing an arm over his shoulder. "Well," I started, "I know you really like Annabeth…" I trailed off, realizing how obvious a statement that was. Duh, he liked Annabeth.

Percy chuckled. "Yes, I do," he laughed. "But you already knew that. So…what are you getting at?"

Ugh, this is so awkward, I thought. "Um…well," I tried again, "when you like someone that much, there are some…" What's the right word? "…things you'll want to do with them." I waited for him to get it. Hopefully he would and I wouldn't have to elaborate.

He searched my eyes for more detail, but I guess he didn't find anything, because he just shrugged. "Yeah, I know," he said casually. "There are lots of things I like to do with Annabeth."

I kind of wanted to face-palm, but I couldn't help smiling. He didn't get it. I sighed. "Not like that," I said.

Percy raised an eyebrow. "Like what, then?" he pressed.

I pursed my lips, trying to think of how to explain it to him. Then I remembered how Percy had reminded me of Poseidon, and I realized that was partly why this conversation was taking place. "Like…things your father and I liked to do," I answered, giving him as many hints through my eyes as I could. Please get it so I don't have to go into more detail.

He frowned, looking a little warier. His body language told me he was getting ready to shrink away from me. "Do I want an elaboration?" he asked slowly.

Not really, I thought. Oh, I knew how all of that flirtation could turn into way more than flirtation. I'd been there and done that. I could feel myself getting a little hotter. But I took a deep breath and continued carefully. "More like…things that tickle fights and sleeping on each other, and making out and straddling can escalate into," I explained. "And I speak from experience."

Percy looked into my eyes. Slowly, his expression morphed into surprise, then disgust, then mortification. He went bright pink and stood abruptly. "Ew! No! No-no-no-no-no-no! NO. Not ready for that. Nope, no thank you!" He stormed into the kitchen, still blushing furiously.

I started laughing, partly from I relief. Not ready for that. Yes! "So you get it, right?" I called teasingly.

"Yeah, thanks," Percy called back, a little sarcastically. "Too much information."

I got up and called back, "I didn't think you'd want an elaboration."

I could imagine an eye-roll with his exaggerated groan. "Then why'd you give me one?" he whined.

"Because you asked for one," I teased.

"No, I asked if I should want one. You could've said no!"

I shrugged, heading back to my bedroom. "As long as you keep your hands to yourself…"

"Mom! I'm not doing that!"

"Just making sure!" I laughed. When I walked back to the bedroom, Paul was still grading essays. He had a smirk on his face, like he'd heard the whole thing.

"How much did you hear?" I asked with a half-smile.

"Enough," he chuckled. "Starting with a string of no's from Percy. It doesn't sound like he's ready for…that."

I sat down on the bed, feeling a rush of satisfaction. My son wasn't sleeping with his girlfriend, nor was he planning on it. I sighed in relief.

"Satisfied?" Paul laughed.

I laughed with him. "Very."

Why is Sally so much fun to write? If ever I have channeled myself into a character, man, did I just channel myself into Sally. But I had so much fun writing this. So, I'm sorry for the OOC-ish Percy, but I think I made up for it at the end, right? I mean…come on, he's a teenager. It reminded me of MoA. How I love Frank.

Anyway, I want to hear what you thought of this. I seriously love feedback.

Thanks so much, guys! I love you all!

~Mandi2341