Alright, I'm back! The spice level goes up significantly from this point on, so be warned.

Annabeth rolled over and stared at Percy's alarm clock. The hands of the clock were long spiral shells pointing to the numbers: 5:15am. She had officially had her longest uninterrupted sleep since returning from Tartarus. Carefully, she rolled herself over in Percy's arms so that she was facing his sleeping form, which was of course drooling slightly. Annabeth smiled and placed a soft kiss on his cheek causing Percy to stir a little. Groggily, he peeked at her and pulled her in tighter. Her face pressed against his solid chest and she finally felt at home again.

Of course, she knew they had a lot more to discuss and work on together, but Percy had been so genuinely apologetic, she couldn't help but forgive him. Annabeth had felt the pull of the pit to fall into her baser self when she was at her lowest. She knew Percy had felt it too and had hated the person it had made him. His openness and willingness to prevent it had touched her heart. Percy's face had told her that he would do anything to be the boy she needed. Although, looking at his face now in the soft in between of sleep and consciousness, he had never looked like such a man.

The set of his shoulders had broadened and his boyish face had morphed into a mature and almost regal set. His lips were plump and perfectly curved. Annabeth knew how it felt to kiss those lips desperately as if it were the last time. She knew how they felt in quick goodbyes before battle. She knew how they felt in stolen moments like the pegasus stables of the Argo II. But now she wanted to know how they would feel at peace.

"Are you going to stare at me all night?" Percy's voice was deep with sleep and his chest rumbled against her head. She relished the feeling, hoping this could be a more regular occurrence.

"Oh shut up," she teased and pushed lightly on his shoulder. "You know you love it."

His green eyes opened slowly and Annabeth was filled with a warm sensation as he stared at her. His smile was contagious and she felt herself grinning too as he leaned in to kiss her. Annabeth's heart fluttered in her chest. She had kissed him so many times, she should be used to it by now, but, gods, it felt so good when she knew it was just the two of them focused only on each other.

Percy shifted to lay Annabeth down on her back and deepened the kiss. She couldn't help the small moan that escaped her mouth and she felt Percy smile against her mouth. Annabeth pulled him against her, suddenly needing to be closer. Annabeth needed him in a way she hadn't felt before and as much as that scared her, she also felt like they were magnets that had finally gotten too close and were being pulled to each other by forces beyond their perception.

Percy broke the kiss and looked at her, "I almost can't believe this is real," his tone incredulous.

"You better believe it, Seaweed Brain," she teased. "Now, stop stalling and kiss me."

Percy grinned and obliged instantly, his mouth was back on her, but not her lips this time. Instead, he trailed a line of kisses down her neck and across her collarbone, leaving her skin feeling tingly and warm wherever he touched. Glancing up at her, he went to move the strap of her tank top down. Seeing no indication to stop, Percy dove back onto her skin and began to kiss and lick wherever his mouth could find.

Annabeth was quickly losing her mind. They way he would nibble her neck and then kiss the small bite to ease the pain was driving her wild. She tried not to make too much noise, but she quickly realized when he was doing those things to the soft skin of her neck, she had no control. So, instead of fighting it, she leaned her head back farther to give him more access, which he happily took.

Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own. Instead of staying in his thick, dark hair like usual, they began to explore more of him. She trailed her fingers down his arms and felt him shiver against her like he had when she had touched his Achilles' spot nearly a year ago. Annabeth loved knowing she did that to him as her hands skated underneath the hem of his shirt and she made contact with his lower back to the actual spot. Of course, Percy no longer had the Curse of Achilles any more, but she still felt special knowing she was the only person that had known his secret.

Slowly she inched her hands around his torso and felt his strong abdomen beneath her fingertips. Annabeth wasn't stupid, she knew that Percy was built like his Greek god of a father, but actually feeling the hours of hard practice and training that went into it… gods, he was gorgeous. Especially when he paused his efforts on her chest to pull the cotton shirt over his head and toss it to the ground.

Daammn. Annabeth thought as she splayed her hands on his chest and let them drift down the hem of his pants making his breath hitch. She smiled, he was all hers and she intended to have him.

"See something you like, Chase?" His tone was playful, but Annabeth could still hear the slight waver in his voice as her fingers played with the elastic band of his boxers.

"I've seen a little," she admitted coyly and then pulled her tank top over her head. "But, I'd like to see more." Percy froze as he took in her topless form, his eyes going wide and dark with longing. The muscles in his arms went rigid and Annabeth felt something pressing into her thigh that made her feel like she had molten lava in her stomach.

Annabeth wasn't sure what to expect from him next, as they had never been this far before. Percy was still as a statue as he gazed at her half-naked beneath him. Annabeth could tell he was fighting some kind of battle behind those beautiful eyes.

"Hello," she waved a hand in front of his face. "Earth to Percy," she giggled at him as he finally snapped out of it and rolled off of her a little. Annabeth couldn't tell if it was to get a better view or if he was moving away.

"Annabeth," his voice was thick with desire and she could tell it was taking all of his will power not to go further at that moment. "Are you sure?"

Gods, she loved him so much at that moment. There she was, finally alone in his cabin, completely topless in his bed, and he was asking for consent. Quickly, she shifted to catch him off guard and pushed him down into the mattress and straddled him with ease. Annabeth thought about all her years of training and how those skills really came in handy when she least expected it. As she settled herself on top of him, she was delighted to feel that he was physically just as ready for this as she was.

"Listen here, Jackson," her voice was thick too, and Percy's pupils were so large she could hardly see any of the green iris. As she leaned down to whisper in his ear, her nipples grazed his chest so deliciously that she had to hold back a groan.

"We have fought two world saving battles together, nearly been killed hundreds of times, but we did it all together," her voice shook with the next part. "If you want to, I'm ready to do this together too," she kept her head by his ear and pressed a small kiss directly below his ear lobe.

Percy's hands slipped up her sides and lightly traced against the sides of her breasts and back down to her hips resting atop his own. She looked at him then and saw an expression of pure lust. Gods, if she had thought he looked good early, it was nothing compared to this. His eyes glinted wickedly as he pulled her down to whisper in her ear.

"Not even the gods could stop me now," he promised and pulled her into another heated kiss. Annabeth's heart beat so fast, she was sure it would burst as his hands found her waist and began to move her rhythmically against his hard arousal. A shudder of pure pleasure ran through her as Percy moaned into her mouth. She kept moving like that, kissing him and writhing on top of him with her hands in his hair as he became more erratic. In that moment, moving on top of him, feeling him become more erratic with every touch, Annabeth was sure she wanted to do this with him forever. When they were able to get a place together, she decided then they wouldn't leave the house for at least a week.

They were both panting hard when Percy pulled back a little and used a combat trick of his own to flip Annabeth back on the mattress. She giggled when he looked down at her, not because it was funny, but because she couldn't believe they had actually lived to make it this far. His eyes greedily drank in every inch of her body, like he had secret plans for each and every square inch of her.

When his eyes finally locked back on hers, they had a wicked gleam in them as he smirked, "My turn."

Annabeth's core went from molten to supernova as he lowered his mouth to her breast. Her back arched into his touch as he licked and sucked at her, teasing the sensitive skin while his hand found her other breast. Annabeth felt like her brain had short circuited. Her mind, usually restless devising strategies and planning buildings, had hyper focused on Percy and all the delicious things he was doing with his mouth. Gods, she had never felt anything so wonderful.

That was, until Percy continued his journey lower, slipping a couple fingers beneath the waistband of her sleep shorts, a triumphant look in his eyes as he realized she had nothing underneath them. He glanced at her once more and all Annabeth could do was nod her head yes. With that, Percy pulled the small shorts down her long legs and threw them into the dark cabin.

Percy took the leg that had the still healing gash to place a kiss against it and Annabeth shivered, part in pleasure and part from the memory. He kept going further, sprinkling kisses on her inner thighs as he neared her center. Daring one last look up at her, Percy marveled at the flustered and bed rumpled goddess in his arms. That was a memory even Hera wouldn't be able to make him forget.

Gently, he lowered to Annabeth's center and gave her a tentative lick, Annabeth's eyes flew open and she made the greatest sound Percy had ever heard. As her hands went to his hair, he struggled to keep himself contained. He didn't want to do anything she wasn't ready for, but at the same time, he wanted to rage like the sea, untamable. He dove back in with only one goal: to make Annabeth feel as good as she made him feel.

The motion came so natural to him that Annabeth couldn't help but think about how Percy was able to control old ships at sea. He intuitively knew which ropes to pull and which sails to adjust to get the boat moving. Similarly, she felt like he was doing the same thing here. Circling her clit with his tongue, then sucking and licking making the coil in her stomach tighten. It was as if Percy had godly intuition for oral sex and she was not complaining.

I promised to make your love life interesting, didn't I? The voice of Aphrodite echoed in her mind. Annabeth sent up a silent prayer of thanks to the goddess and made a mental note to burn some food for her at breakfast… if she could even walk to the altar.

"Oh, gods," Annabeth moaned through the waves of pleasure Percy was inducing. After all the pain and anguish she had been through, she didn't know something could make her feel this good. She writhed underneath his touch as Percy explored her with his mouth, his hands wrapped around her legs holding her firmly in place.

Percy licked and sucked until Annabeth saw stars and was moaning so loud she was scared another cabin would hear her. Percy must have had the same thought as he removed his mouth from her and came to rest it back on hers. His lips were slippery with her arousal and she could taste herself on him. She kissed him like she needed him for her next breath and Percy responded by using two fingers to rub against her clit once more. Annabeth went from supernova to full on human combustion levels as he circled and teased her most sensitive spot stroking hard and faster as she felt her orgasm building.

"Percy," she nearly begged. "Please… don't stop," her voice was almost a whimper and at that moment she hardly recognized lust-filled self.

Hearing her beg nearly broke Percy right then and there, but he lowered his mouth back to hers and kept the fast tempo until he felt Annabeth shaking under his touch. His name was on her lips as she came and if he hadn't been kissing her, she knew she would have woken up the entire camp.

Percy continued to kiss her neck, shoulders, and breasts as she came down from her climax. As her senses returned, she could feel that Percy was ready, his body was shaking and the bulge in his pajama pants seemed even harder now. The thought made her dizzy as she felt her way up his strong arms and down his back to the hem of his pants. Percy stood to discard his remaining apparel and was now completely naked in front of her.

Annabeth had studied anatomy, she knew what the male form looked like, but she was in no way prepared for what she saw. The lines and ridges of his muscled body were nothing short of godly. She wanted to commit every part of him to memory. Percy watched her taking him in and the sensation was heady. Annabeth prided herself on never losing her wits, but now with Percy in front of her all she could think about was how happy she was that she was here with him. She truly couldn't imagine being with anyone else like this.

Carefully, she reached out her hands and ran her fingers up Percy's thighs. He sucked in a sharp breath and his cock twitched with anticipation. Annabeth wasn't sure what drove her to do what she did next. All she knew is she wanted to make him feel as good as he had made her feel. Kneeling in front of him, she sized up his cock and took it into her mouth. Percy twitched under her touch and she could tell he was intentionally not moving for her sake, but Annabeth was having none of that.

She began moving her head back and forth on the shaft, listening to Percy moan and sigh. She kept one hand at the base while her mouth moved over the length of him and his hand caught at her ponytail. She looked up at him with a wicked wink.

"Fuck," he swore. "That feels so good." His head lulled back and Annabeth thought he might be close to finishing, encouraging her to continue with renewed enthusiasm. Percy felt the change in her pace and realized what she was doing. Carefully, he pulled her away from his cock.

"Oh, no you don't, Wise Girl," his voice was so deep, Annabeth wanted to hear him so choked with pleasure and desire all the time. She knew it would be her new favorite obsession.

She smiled up at him innocently, "What?" She knew her eyes were as heady and dark as his, but she wanted to see every moment of this and commit it to memory.

"That's not how tonight ends," he rasped and began rummaging through the chest at the end of his bed while Annabeth sat patiently for him to return. When he came back he was holding a bronze tinted condom and the heat in Annabeth's core ramped back up.

"After they found us in the stables that night," Percy began, tearing the foil with his teeth. "Leo took the liberty of crafting Celestial Bronze condoms and slipping them to me," he chuckled. "He said they are '110% effective.'"

Annabeth felt a slight twinge thinking of Leo, but when she looked back at Percy, the thoughts disappeared. She watched as he slid the condom on his cock and Annabeth was sharply aware that he had been in her mouth a minute earlier and would be back inside her very soon. She gulped and Percy's eyes flashed to hers.

"Are you ready?" His voice was soft and gentle as he brought a hand to the side of her face, she nodded. Percy then lay her back down on his bunk and placed himself atop her to begin kissing her again.

The kiss was softer than before, but Annabeth could feel the urgency in Percy as he struggled to remain still against her. She opened her mouth, deepening the kiss as he prepared to push forward. He stopped right at the entrance and broke the kiss.

"You have to tell me if I hurt you," his voice was breathy and erratic.

"I'll be fine," she promised at placed her hands on his hips, urging him forward, inch by inch. She relaxed into the pressure and felt her body begin to open to him.

"Gods," he breathed out. "Fuck, you're so wet," as he sank all the way in she felt him straining against the urge to move, to give them both the friction they needed. She paused a moment longer adjusting to the size of him, which was no small feat.

Annabeth kissed his shoulder, "Okay, I'm ready."

Every ounce of self-control Percy had immediately flew out the window. At once, he began to kiss her again and started thrusting into her. At first the sensation was odd, but as she began to move with him, they found a rhythm that was driving her mad. Hitting that spot every time he slid back in was so intoxicating for her.

"Percy," she gasped between kisses. "Harder, gods, please. Harder."

In response, Percy summoned all the strength he had left into the next few thrusts, pounding the spot over and over. He could see she was close again, so he licked his fingers to slide them down into her core and began circling her clit. The force of his thrusts and the tantalizing things he was doing with his fingers was just what she needed to come undone. Percy slipped his mouth over hers to muffle her orgasm as she twitched below him. Seeing her in that state, at his doing, snapped something in him. Before Annabeth had even come back down from her orgasm, he shifted to bring her ankles to his shoulders as he wrapped his arms around her calves and reentered her.

"Oh, fuck," he gasped out while she continued to ride the high of her orgasm. Annabeth agreed, this position had even more friction and Percy wasted no time. He began thrusting again and again forcing her over the edge once more as he chased his own orgasm.

"Look at me," he commanded fiercely and she obeyed, though it was difficult to keep her eyes open through the pleasure.

"Are you mine?" he grunted with his thrusts.

"Yes," she struggled to get even one word out. "Yes, I'm yours, Percy. I've always been yours, Percy Jackson."

That was all it took. Percy felt his own orgasm coming as he kept thrusting, he vaguely registered the fountain in the cabin exploded along with him sending a light rain shower over their sweaty bodies and Annabeth laughed. It was the sweetest sound Percy had ever heard as he toppled over into the bunk beside her, removing the condom and tossing it into the trash can near his bed. Immediately, she was back to kissing him, but every nerve in his body screamed for rest as he settled next to her.

"Oh my gods," she whispered in his ear, her breath tickling his skin. "That was…"

"Amazing? Life-changing?" he suggested and she giggled.

"Yes, it was," she agreed and snuggled back into his chest. "Get some sleep, Jackson," she commanded with a playful tone. "You're gonna need it for next time."

Percy smiled as Annabeth cuddled tightly to him and he felt sleep pulling him back down.

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Annabeth woke to the sight of early dawn lighting the cabin and quietly climbed out of Percy's bed to find her clothes. After dressing, she went to look at the mirror above the Poseidon shrine to find that she had hickies all over her chest–she couldn't sneak back into the Athena cabin like this!

She scanned the room quickly to find Percy's t-shirt all the way across the cabin and threw it on over her tank top until she could find some Ambrosia to heal the love marks he had left. She looked down at him before turning to go and realized she had left some marks of her own down his back and most notably, his neck.

Annabeth scanned the room for some paper and jotted down a quick note,

Seaweed Brain,

Sorry I stole your shirt, I needed it to cover the uh, evidence of last night.

It was amazing. I love you.

A

She snuck out of the cabin and into the brisk morning air. No one was awake yet so she hurried over to the Athena cabin and slipped back in her bunk quietly with the biggest smile she had ever had.

I love these two so much! Thanks for reading. Let me know what you think in the comments!