I want percabeth to have sex.
There. I said it.
Okay, I don't own any of this stuff. But I have to wonder if maybe authors do go on here and post little bits of their stories that they never got to put in the books. I'd definitely do that.
"Guys?" Frank, Hazel and Piper knocked on Annabeth's door. Across the hall, Jason and Leo opened Percy's unlocked door and peered inside.
"They aren't in here," Jason confirmed.
"C'mon you two," Piper pounded on the door. "We know you're in there. Just because Coach Hedge isn't here doesn't mean you can disappear together whenever you feel like it. Or have you forgotten we have a war to prevent?"
"Step aside, Beauty Queen." Leo cracked his knuckles, wiggled his finger and then rubbed his hands together to warm them up.
"Any day now, Repair Boy," said Piper wryly.
Leo grinned and pulled a few wires from his tool belt. Everyone hung back and watched as he twisted the wires into a convoluted shape, inserted them into the lock and wiggled them around a bit.
There was a series of clicks and Leo sat back on his heels with a smug expression.
"Who heard the double click?"
"I heard the double click," Frank volunteered.
Piper opened the door and clicked on the light.
At first the room looked empty, aside from the maps and books strewn across the floor. Then there was a rustle of sheets and a curly blonde head poked out from an oddly shaped lump of blue blankets tangled on the bed.
Annabeth blinked at them sleepily.
"What?"
"Uh, sorry!" Hazel squeaked, while the rest of them stared as the normally refined and put together Annabeth Chase ran a hand through her bed-head, yawning widely. "We were just wondering where you and Percy were, so . . ."
She trailed off as another head rose from the mound of blankets, this time with dark hair.
"Someone say my name . . .?" mumbled Percy. He looked around blearily.
" . . . "
"Shit," Percy whispered.
"Ohmygod," Leo groaned, and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes. Frank clapped a hand over Hazel's eyes, who looked too scandalized to move. Piper had a maniacal grin stretching across her face and Jason just looked away awkwardly.
"Pleasepleaseplease tell me you guys have clothes on under there," Leo moaned into his hands.
"Clothes . . ." Percy looked confused, as if the question was just too difficult to comprehend. "Umm . . . Hold on, let me check."
He yanked the sheet up like a wall between the prying eyes and him and Annabeth and stared at what lay underneath.
And stared.
And stared.
And stared some more.
"Maybe I should . . . just to make sure . . ." Percy reached down with one hand and felt around.
Annabeth yelped and her leg shot out and kicked Percy in the chest. The group at the door got an unfortunate view of Percy's pale, bare butt as he fell ass over teakettle onto the floor.
There was a horrified silence, and then a pained groan from the other side of the bed.
Annabeth blew a curl away from her face with an irritated huff, her face a light pink.
"Pay no attention to the idiot behind the bed."
"Right." Frank was the exact color of an heirloom tomato, but he still had enough sense not to ask.
"Maybe we should go," muttered Jason.
"Yep/Let's go."
"This is so going on Facebook," Piper snickered, clicking away at her phone, which seemed to have magically appeared in her hand.
Frank dragged everyone away, slamming the door behind them. Leo was wailing about needing brain surgery.
Behind her, Annabeth felt Percy crawl back into bed. He was laughing, and when he pressed her face to her shoulder, she felt it vibrate all the way down her spine.
"So scary," he teased.
"Shut up. We have to get out of bed now. You know, wars to be won, worlds to be saved, giant dirt faced ladies to put the smack down on."
"Don't wanna," Percy whined, nuzzling her back.
Annabeth sighed.
"You're such a pervert."
"Hey, I'm sixteen. Seventeen. Sixteen? How old am I right now?"
"Five."
"Five year olds don't have sex."
"Five year olds like cookies. Which would you rather have?"
Percy gasped, horrified. "You're making me choose!?"
Annabeth sat up and let the sheet fall away from her body.
"Yes, Perseus. You can either have sex with me, right now, before our friends come back, or the blue chocolate cookies I brought from your mom that are in the kitchen. Your choice."
Percy's brows furrowed.
" . . ."
" . . ."
" . . ."
"Percy."
"Shut up! I'm trying to think!"
Ahh, Percy. This could definitely be seen as a companion to my other cookie story. Which, in fact, is probably my most reviewed chapter. Just so you know. Hint hint.
Hint hint hint.
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HINT.