"So what color do you want?" asked Annabeth sitting on floor looking down at the coffee table full of different cloths.

She turned and held the two fabrics up to him. They were identical

"Either is fine"

He hadn't even look at the textile samples once.

"What about tablecloth? White with gold?"

"Yeah." he muttered in agreement.

"Or maybe gold with white? Mm, think about it...when the sun is setting in Half Blood Hill and with the candles in the middle...I think it's gonna look amazing!"

"Sounds good"

'Isn't it the same?' Percy though...he wished Annabeth stopped asking all this stuff all freaking day. He let out an exasperated sigh.

"Maybe black. Yes, black. Everything black. I'm thinking Medusa's head embroider in every tablecloth...the guests would love it"

"Sure, yeah" he replied absent mindedly leaning back on the sofa.

"Perseus Jackson!" She snapped

"What?!" He jumped at her sudden change of tone

"Are you even listening to me?!"

Percy didn't replied and rubbed his eyes, he didn't want to pick a fight with Annabeth right now.

"Do you even care?" She asked.

"Honestly? No"

"I see." She replied and started gathering all the little samples. "You never care," he could hear the evident hurt in her voice. He cursed himself and hesitated

"Don't—Annabeth, come on, it's not like that"

"Why can't you just give me your opinion!?"

"Because!" He breathed out exasperated "every single time I pick something you pick the exact opposite and also because I don't care"

"Maybe I should call off this weeding then"

"What?! Are you even listening to yourself?"

"Yes if you can't make a decision with me how can I know if we'll ever make a decision when we're married"

Percy rolled his eyes. That was a stupid argument, she was smart what the hell was with this accusations. "Seriously Annabeth? That's your reason? Gods, you're smarter than that"

"Then tell me...is not so hard they are just napkins!"

"That's exactly my freaking point! They are napkins, who the fuck cares?"

"I care!"

"Well I don't. And I'm sure not even half the guests will notice, go with whichever you like!"

"Percy! I want you to pick with me!"

"Annabeth—" he sighed heavily.

Work had been hard today, fighting with stupid politicians over the preservation of the sea and rivers...trying to get some proper legislation while they kept dumping their stupid garbage that was killing all the inhabitants...the last thing he wanted was to pick the color of napkins.

It wasn't her fault of course, it was his work. He couldn't say that he loved it like Annabeth was passionate about hers; it was more like he felt that as a son of Poseidon he had to and the payment wasn't bad but right now he was in a bad mood and he couldn't care less about the napkins.

"You're insufferable. We're getting married in about two months we're not even half way done with the preparations"

"Agh!" he clenched and unclenched his fist.

After getting out of the office he wished for a monster to appear, anything to appear. He needed to fight and run and sweat it. It seem really stupid to wish for a monster, as a demigod he usually didn't have to ask for them, they were there waiting, round the corner to ambush him and make his day crappy but when he wanted to slay with all his heart there was nothing. So he got home without any release for his shitty day and his canalized anger went to Annabeth instead.

"You're not helping!"

He brushed a hand through his hair and muttered "we should have gone to Vegas like I suggested"

"What?!"

"Nothing!"

"Percy! Should I call off this weeding, is that what you want?"

"Is that what you want?" he countered.

"I'm asking you!"

"I never suggested that idea, you did. Are you backtracking on your decision?"

She groaned in frustration, "Gods Percy, of course not!"

"I just got home from work and I'm tired can we not do this right now? Please?!"

"Why won't you just help me make a simple decision with the preparations?"

"Please! Will you stop bugging already?! I told you I don't fucking c-"

"Yes, I get it, you don't care." She finished grabbing all the textile sample in her arms. She glared at him furiously, "I'm going to the kitchen...pretend I don't exist for a while, so I can stop bugging you"

He sighed when she left, it had came out a lot harsher than he meant to...he repeated in his mind what she said last. Of course he didn't want to pretend she didn't exist...it's not like she always bug him, he loved her! He was talking about this. He hated all this fuss about the weeding, nobody would care what color the napkins were. He wanted to be done with the thing already.

He leant his head back against the couch and concentrated on breathing in and out to calm down. He had always been hot headed, since he was a kid, but he could control it, but after…Tartarus it only grew stronger and he sometimes couldn't.

Annabeth helped him overcome it, she helped a lot. Her only presence helped but not right now when the anger was directed at her. There were still times when his anger was too much.

His head hurt a lot, it pounded.

He only spent about twenty minutes calming down and to get his head straight. He sighed again and knew he had to apologize for his stupid behavior.

"Annabeth..." He stood and followed her with heavy footsteps to their little kitchen.

"Annabeth," he called again softly when he entered

"What?!" She snapped when she saw him came in and leant on the counter.

Hair up in a messy bun and a pencil in her hand, the sight of her drawing with her legs folded under her, so concentrated stirred something in his chest, hot and fuzzy. It almost made him smile. He loved her in architect mode.

"That is cute," he pointed at her drawing, knowing that it was their future house. She moved it between other papers hiding it from his sight.

"Annabeth...I-"

"Should I leave? Do you want me to leave? I'm sure I'm bugging you so much," she made a motioned as if to leave but he noted the extreme sarcasm in her voice and her movements.

He was pretty sure he was the one leaving or sleeping in the couch not matter who was annoy with who.

"Annabeth, please...you know I didn't mean that"

"Didn't you?"

"No, I just-"

"Yes, you don't care. I heard you the first three times Perseus"

"Yes I don't! But I wasn't going to say that, you never let me finish and then you start yelling about calling off the weeding. As if I wasn't sure, did I give you that impression?

"Well every single time I ask for your opinion you say 'yeah' 'sure' 'whatever' 'mmhm'!"

"What does that have to do with not being sure? What are we even fighting about?!"

"It does have to do! When I ask something, anything, to do with our weeding you just seem to turn off, completely"

"Why do you want my opinion constantly? Not that you care"

"I do care about your opinion, that's why I ask you for it! It's our weeding, you should have a little say in it"

"I don't want to have any say, do what you like"

"If I wanted to do what I like I'd do it."

"No, you just want me to have the same opinion as you"

"If I wanted you to have the same opinion as me I'd tell you what to opinion," she rolled her eyes and waited for him to reply, he didn't answer. "Why can't we do this together?"

He sighed and crossed his arms, looking at the floor.

"The sighing again. I'm so sorry for you; your girlfriend wants you to choose between napkins colors, how hard must your life be"

He looked up at her amused at what she said. Annabeth was glaring at him furiously, her grey eyes sparkling dangerously. He was glad her dagger was nowhere to be seen. He started laughing then

"What are you laughing at? Is not funny!"

"Yes, it is. Wise Girl!" He looked at her with amused green eyes.

When he laughed looking at his hot fiancée glaring at him, his worries seemed to slip a little. He could worry about his work later; he shouldn't bring his bad mood into his house. He shouldn't bring it into their relationship. His work was or any anger toward it should be in the office only. And from now on he promised himself that.

"Annabeth! The only thing I want is to marry you, okay? That's the only thing I want. And gods! It would be so much faster and cheaper if we get someone to do it, and go, dress like this" he motioned their sweat pants and hoddies "to get married in the middle of Central Park. The only thing I want at our weeding if for you to be there. I couldn't care less about the rest, arrange it as you like, do you want a disco ball, serve Chinese and have mariachis signing? So be it."

He looked at her and noticed how her expression soften a little.

"I don't care, yes, but I don't care not because I don't care about you, because I care I want you to have whatever you want. I know you want it be perfect for us, its okay, and I get it! If you want it perfect and I know it will be, do it, choose whatever you think will make it perfect"

"But I want to include you in the decisions!" she almost pouted. His lips curled up.

"Gods! If you want to have 'ecru' or 'egg-yolks' napkins or any shade in between, whichever is fine by me"

She laughed a little, "its eggshell, you idiot!" she rolled her eyes.

"Eggshell, right"

"You mean it?"

"What? That we should get the old homeless guy at the end of the block to marry us right now? Yeah I mean it"

She laughed again and shook her head, "not that...about the rest"

"Yes, I mean it. I just want to marry you Annabeth. I wanted it to be official actually, because I already feel married to you. And if I get to share it with my family and friends and you know the extended family *hundred years sigh*" he emphasized his words with one heavy sigh "you know, the gods" She laughed again because they were still bugged they had to invite every single god to their wedding but whatever it gets not to annoy those folks "the more the marrier! But the only thing I care about is that you become my wife, I don't even care what you gonna wear"

"You better care, because my dress is beautiful"

"And expensive," she shot him a look and he smile sheepishly. It was the only thing that he wasn't paying so he could joke about it

(The dress was Athena's present, and it was probably worth more than the entire weeding)

"Is it done yet?"

Her excited smile was stunningly cute and he cursed himself for not being more excited. Most of the time he wanted the thing over with but when she smiled like that his stomach knotted and the fuzzy warm feeling intensified.

"Almost"

"Will you describe it to me a little?"

"No, I can't. Piper would kill me!"

"I can't wait to see you in it" She walked into his arms and he wrapped them around her tightly. Smelling her curls, nuzzling his nose in her neck laying a few kisses.

"See? You do care," she kissed his jaw.

"Mmm" he let it up for doubt but she smirked and planted another kiss on his jaw.

"Not even a little bit?"

"Okay, maybe a little" She rested her head in his shoulder. "Sorry for yelling at you"

"It's okay; I'm sorry too" She said and he shrugged "you must be so stressed for today..."

"Pss, its okay. Lets not talk about work." He kissed her cheek "Are you overwhelmed? For the weeding?" He rubbed her back and massaged her shoulders.

"Piper is driving me crazy, I just want it to get it over with but I'm a little nervous. You?"

"I'm not nervous. I want to marry you right now," he kissed her temple and Annabeth smiled.

"You'll get nervous"

"Why are you so sure?"

"I know you" he chuckled

"Okay"

"So...about the napkins..."

"Yes, I don't think egg-yolks suit us. Too orangie"

"Eggshell! It's not the same"

"Eggshell's not even a color"

"Aha! So you do have an opinion. Actually, it is a color but you saying so, that was an opinion right there"

"I'm still not choosing" she crossed her arms and looked at him determined.

"Tell you what...if you help me choose the tablecloths and napkins I'd give you one right here right now"

He was startled for a moment and he drew back, standing straighter giving her his full attention.

"One? One what?"

He knew exactly what she was proposing. It was so Annabeth to bribe him with sex. She smirked, her grey eyes sparkling mischievously.

She stood on her toes to be taller and whispered in his ear, her tone playful and sexy.

"I'll give you a blow job right here right now if you help me get this over with."

"You will–give me a…blow job? Right here, uh…right now?"

He knew it wasn't her favorite thing even although she would do it from time to time completely willing but offering it like that...

"Yes, here and now" she pressed her body to his, trapping him against the counter.

He rubbed his neck, he'd started to sweat. Percy let out the breath he was holding.

"Gods...you must really want my opinion on tablecloths"

She laughed and brushed her lips slightly on his neck. He cursed and ran a hand through his hair.

"The offer is about to expire" She murmured with her lips against the corner of his mouth. She traced his lips with hers slightly and pulled away.

Saying yes meant giving in to her and the napkins...he cursed himself internally. He should just say no.

He couldn't give in. He couldn't…

He couldn't…

He knew Annabeth was looking into his eyes, seeing the gears turning in his head, seeing that he was trying to fight her charms.

Annabeth snickered "Suit yourself!" she shrugged and walked back to the table. He stopped her in the middle of the kitchen, redness spreading on his cheeks.

Well fuck it; he couldn't turn down this offer. He was already imagining her warm and wet mouth all over him…and what she could do with her tongue.

"I'll–I'll help you," he tried not to sound too eager, but his excitement was evident.

"Of course you will Seaweed Brain," she pushed him backwards till he was sitting on the chair.

She gave him a sexy smile, kissed him sweetly on the lips and then got down on her knees. She licked her lips and he cursed again.

"I hate you so much"

"Yeah," She shrugged nonchalant knowing his words meant the opposite "Love you too"

So I got a birthday request and that's on the way. I wanted to do one birthday fic for a while. Also there's the when in Rome ff and when I wrote the one on the internship I knew I had to give you a glimpse of that vacation. I'm also thinking about Pallas and Sophia a lot, there's a few.

I hope you liked this. I just came up with it while seeing what to expect when you're expecting a movie with jennifer lopez and she said the same blowjob thing to her husband, and I think its a really Annabeth thing to do.

This needed another weeding related ff, maybe I'll write the actual weeding sometime.

Love u.