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"You had s-!" Piper nearly yelled in the empty pegasi stables. Annabeth moved so fast, her friend couldn't get the last word out around her hand. Her stormy gray eyes were wide with shock as she glared around for any eavesdroppers.

Satisfied there wasn't anyone within earshot Annabeth looked into Piper's multicolored eyes and whispered, "I'm going to take my hand away now."

Tentatively, she loosened her grip to see if Piper would try to say anything.

"You have to promise not to scream," Piper nodded her agreement as Annabeth's hand fell back to her side. Piper took a deep breath and lunged toward her friend for a big bear hug.

"Oh my gods!" Her voice, muffled by Annabeth's hair, was soft and warm. When they pulled out of the embrace, Piper stepped back and gave her a once over.

"Getting railed suits you," she teased and watched as Annabeth's face went crimson.

"Piper!" she protested, laughing. "That's–that's not," she cleared her throat, trying to control her reaction. "That's not exactly how it went…" her voice trailed off as she revisited the memory.

"Oh come on!" Piper protested, playfully throwing her hands in the air. "You are not trying to tell me Percy Jackson–two-time savior of Olympus, son of the untameable sea god–doesn't fuck."

Annabeth's blush deepened to an almost maroon color, "I said that wasn't exactly how it went!" She was pretty sure her face would never return to a normal color. "But, some parts were exactly that," she conceded.

"I knew it!" Piper nearly shouted and Annabeth looked around the stables once again to check for lurkers. "Calm down with the security. Half the camp already thought you had!"

Annabeth felt a swish of air cross her face, the kind of swish like a pegasus landing. She and Piper turned to the entrance to see Percy dismount Blackjack in one smooth jump. He wore basketball shorts and an orange camp tank top that showed his tanned arms off. Then she thought of those arms wrapped around her as Percy had thrust himself into her and she had to fight the smile that came to her face.

"Ah, Wise Girl," his smile was as warm as a day on the beach. "I was hoping you would still be here." Percy walked toward her and looped an arm around her waist to pull her into a kiss. The kiss was sweet and gentle, very unlike the night before.

Piper cleared her throat and Percy pulled away from his girlfriend, "Sorry, Pipes!"

Annabeth straightened her shirt and tried to remember how to form words. Percy's smile fell as he leaned intently towards Blackjack, then returned even brighter than before as he looked at Annabeth.

Damn that horse. She thought as his smile slowly morphed into a contented smirk while his eyes looked her up and down greedily.

"Hello," Piper waved her hands in front of her friend's face. "Earth to lovebirds," her voice finally cut through the tension as Annabeth brought her attention back to Piper.

"Huh?" Annabeth asked blankly as she tried to direct her thoughts away from his mouth and all the things she wanted him to do with it.

"Gods, I'm getting out of here before something I can't unsee happens," she sighed and picked up her pack.

Before Annabeth could even respond, a low voice agreed, "Good idea." To her amazement, the low voice had been Percy and she snapped her gaze back to him.

Piper groaned, "Just don't make the poor pegasi watch." As she turned to leave, Percy cocked his head to Blackjack again.

"I know, bud," he acknowledged the horse and fed him some sugar cubes. Blackjack must have said something else because Percy responded with a grin, "Then you might want to take off."

Blackjack whinnied in a way that almost sounded like laughter as he stretched his long wings back out to take flight. With a great flap, he was gone and they were alone.

Percy raised a hand to shake out his hair and it fell in those perfect loose waves. The movement pulled his shirt up, exposing the skin above the waistband of his shorts and that lovely v shape. Annabeth had the vaguest notion she had licked her lips, his eyes flared as he caught the subconscious movement, and began to walk to her slowly.

Annabeth stood still for as long as she could, but when he was closing in she suddenly couldn't help but run to throw her arms around him. She fell against him with a small huff and found his lips. They tasted like salt and sea air. He and Blackjack must have been flying low over the sound.

She always liked the mental image of Percy, flying free and happy over his father's domain with his favorite pegasus.

She broke away suddenly, "What did the horse tell you?" Though she tried to have a serious tone, it came out more breathless than she would have liked. Suddenly, the smirk from earlier was plastered to his face again. She wanted to make it go away; perhaps by sitting on it.

"What is said between bros–" he began, but stopped when he saw the serious yet playful set of her mouth. She was so cute when she got flustered by not knowing some information.

"I swear to the gods," she began in a soft tone, pointing an accusatory finger at his chest. "If you have secrets about me with a horse, you will never see me naked again!" At the threat he pulled her back in and began kissing all down her neck and shoulders.

"I take it back," he conceded between kisses with a silly grin on his face. Annabeth giggled as his soft breath swept over her flesh in a way that brought goose bumps on her arms and puckered her nipples through her sports bra. "But, uh… Maybe we should find some place more private?" He suggested and gestured around to the horses and pegasi pretending not to watch them.

"Since when are you the one with good plans," she mumbled incredulously as he placed a guiding hand on her low back and led her to a small door in the stables. She knew it was the tack room full of all the horse saddles and lead ropes. Percy stepped into the semi-lit, windowless room and pulled the door closed behind her.

"Alright," she crossed her arms (and if that made her breasts perk up a little, that was a bonus). "What did he say that had you looking at me like that?"

His smirk returned while he glided toward her, his voice feigning innocence, "Looking at you like what?" Absently, he reached for her, like it was second nature that when they were alone, she should be in his arms. She allowed herself to be pulled in by his hands on her hips, his thumbs tracing circles on her bare skin. Gods, he was intoxicating.

"You know exactly what I mean," she argued. "Like… like all smug and…" her thoughts clouded as he began running his fingers between her skin and the fabric of her shorts. Suddenly, she found the room quite warm and her heart racing. "Like you had won something."

He leaned in to kiss her neck quickly, as if he needed that short contact like he needed the breath for his response.

"Because I did," he whispered in her ear. Before she could get offended, he placed a kiss on her lips to silence her.

"I've always loved watching you," he began quietly.

"Watching you think through a plan or take three people in a fight at once. How you look at every building when we walk through New York like you know exactly how you would have done it."

Annabeth felt like her heart wanted to reach from needing to be closer to him, but she stayed quiet letting him explain.

"Last night…" he trailed off with a wicked smile. "Well, last night I got to see a whole new side of you," his voice was filled with lust now, and Annabeth felt her core warm at the memories. "It makes sense now why the gods are so envious of worship."

Annabeth pulled back in confusion and he circled his arms around her waist, securing her against him before continuing, "If the world had seen you last night, there would be no one left to worship the Olympians."

Annabeth felt her jaw drop and he chuckled, "Seeing you rumpled and satisfied, passed out in my bed? I finally understood what it was to worship a deity." In the dim light, Annabeth thought she saw a slight reddish tint to his face at the confession.

Worship? Her? He felt like worshiping her?

"So," her voice wavered slightly. "Where does Blackjack fit into this?"

"He was telling me what the other horses were talking about." His tone was matter of fact, but she knew there had to be more. "You know," his voice lowered as he approached her and the faint smell of the sea filled the air. "The stables are a perfect place for private chats," she felt herself back into the door and one of his arms came to rest beside her head as the other held her face up to his, "Except when your boyfriend can speak to horses."

Annabeth had been right. Blackjack had told him what she and Piper had been talking about. She considered how to respond before she felt one of his legs gently nudge her knees apart and press her harder into the door.

"Really should be careful with that, Wise Girl," he whispered as he leaned down to kiss her mouth. Soft and teasing, nipping her bottom lip as she tried to think of something to say.

"I–I know," she mumbled against his lips. Gods, they were so soft. "I didn't… She guessed–"

"Guessed what?" His tone was playful, but his voice had dropped low and rough. She felt herself getting wet just from the proximity and the depth of his voice. "She guessed how I fucked you last night?" Annabeth felt his hardness against her thigh and had to fight a moan. She hadn't prepared for this side of Percy. Direct, hot, and totally in charge. She couldn't get away from him right now even if she had wanted to. It was heady and she felt herself stop fighting against any pretense she had and opened her legs to let him settle between them. He took the opportunity to pull her legs up to wrap around his waist. The way he pulled her up so easily yet careful enough to watch for any weapons she may have had on her belt. Luckily, her new dagger was safely hanging on a hook outside with her other belongings. Annabeth felt his hands at her hips slowly stroking any bare skin he could find, filling her with more heat and need. She needed him again.

Is that too soon? She thought absently. Should I really need him this bad already?

"I don't know what you're thinking about," he whispered, putting their foreheads together. His breath was warm and sweet on her face, "Stop it."

"Make me," she challenged in a breathless voice as her hand snaked down between their bodies and cupped his cock in her hand. His breath caught and she smiled in triumph. "That is," she teased, gently stroking him through his shorts. "If you can–"

Percy cut her off with a passionate kiss and she felt his cock harden in her hand. Annabeth gasped against his kiss before she opened her mouth to deepen it. His tongue slid between her lips and began to tease her own. His hand came to cup one of her breasts, eliciting a moan from Annabeth that nearly finished him right then.

Percy pulled away, gently dragging her bottom lip between his teeth until he released it back in a satisfying pop. Annabeth complained slightly and tried to pull him back to her, but he just placed her hands near her sides.

"Hold on," he whispered to her. "I want to see this," he added as his fingers found the light switch and the small room illuminated. Annabeth felt herself blush, but found she didn't feel self-conscious with Percy at all. They had seen each other through a lot of shit and the way he looked at her made her understand why the gods liked to be worshiped. That was the only name for it. When Percy was looking at her like this, she felt like he was worshiping her, and she loved it.

To his delight, Annabeth looked almost completely undone. Her hair was falling out of its ponytail, her chest was heaving in the tight sports bra and camp shirt, and her shorts had been pushed up to reveal more of her toned thighs. Percy released her legs from around his waist and stepped back a little to take in her rumpled form. Being able to make one of the most strategic minds in the world short circuit, was something he was quite proud of. But, as his eyes slowly drank in her body making their way up to meet hers, he knew he wasn't close to being finished with her.

Quickly, he knelt down and began kissing up her thighs. Gods, her skin was so soft. He could kiss her all day. In fact, one day he would make it a priority to explore every inch of her. For now, he would have to settle for stolen private moments.

Carefully he slid his hands up her thighs to the hem of her tiny running shorts. Gods, he loved how they showed off her legs. Percy slid two fingers into the band of her shorts on both sides of her hips and pulled them down gently. He made sure to set them near the door so it would be easy to find them later.

Percy honestly couldn't decide if he wanted to taste her right here while kneeling or pull her over to the table and lay her down there. In the end, he decided he couldn't wait and the best place for him to be was in this bowing position. She seemed to like feeling like a deity and he loved to worship at her altar.

He moved closer and carefully guided one of her legs to rest on his shoulder as he dove into her pussy. Percy licked around the entrance and then dragged his tongue up to circle her clit. Annabeth let out a moan that made his hard cock jump in response. Percy kept on a pace that had Annabeth shaking and groaning against her hand pressed firmly to her mouth. Delighted, he continued his pace and added a finger to his efforts. She was so wet, Percy had to resist the urge to add more too soon. After she relaxed into his hand, he slid in two more and began circling the spot he had felt last night.

Annabeth felt her orgasming building within her, but was helpless to do anything but stay quiet. She already had a bite mark in her palm to silence herself, but it felt so damn good. And, honestly, they had saved the world twice. They deserved to enjoy the pleasurable things in life too. Percy flicked his tongue across her clit again and kept rubbing her g-spot with his fingers. Too much longer of this and she would be a shaking mess. Gods, she never wanted this to end.

As he shifted his mouth again to suck against her clit, a whimper escaped her and Percy doubled down on his efforts. He curled his fingers slowly in and out of her while sucking on her clit and was rewarded with a muffled scream of his name as she orgasmed against his mouth. He kept circling and sucking until Annabeth came back down and pulled him up to kiss her.

He broke the kiss after a few seconds, and put his fingers in his mouth. Tasting every last bit of her, he sighed, "I think I could watch you cum for the rest of my life and never get tired of it." His tone was deep, but the playful glint in his eyes made Annabeth smile.

"Keep doing it like that, and I might just let you," she teased back, but he could still feel her trembling against him. He held her tight and kissed her until he was sure she could stay on her feet. When he released her feet to the floor, she pressed a small kiss to his chest and looked down at his throbbing erection. Gods, why hadn't he thought to bring a condom with him today? Stupid mistake. One he would never make again.

Annabeth had a sly smile on her face when she looked back up at him, "Now what?"

Percy wasn't ready for the sentence, usually she was ordering him around, but this seemed to be different. She ran her hands up and down his arms as he considered, which was making it really hard to think.

"I, uh…" he began, unsure. "I didn't bring a condom with me," he admitted almost sheepishly and Annabeth laughed into his chest.

"Why would you not be carrying them around after last night?" she teased him playfully, circling her hands up and down his torso.

"Well, I didn't, you know," his voice trailed off at the omission as her fingers let trails of fire in their wake. "I didn't think we were going to have the opportunity to while everyone is awake," he started rambling and she giggled at his flustered response. "And I didn't want to assume… I mean, your body, your choice—"

"Seaweed Brain," she cut him off. After all that, now he decided to be timid. "I'm not mad," Annabeth reassured him by squeezing his arms gently, "It just means we have to do… other things."

Percy's eyes flared at the thought as she took his hands and led him to the small table in the middle of the room.

"Take off your shorts," she commanded while redoing her ponytail. It was high and tight, perfect for grabbing on to. Percy quickly complied and shook his shorts and boxers off.

Annabeth smiled at him with an expression he had never seen before. She traced a finger down his shoulder across his chest and down to his cock, which waited eagerly for her.

"Last night, when we tried this," she gestured to him, splayed out and at her mercy. "I don't think you got to fully enjoy the experience."

His throat was dry when he tried to form a response, but she placed a finger to his lips to silence him.

"I intend to fix that this time," she informed him. "Which means, no holding back on me," her tone was commanding. "You let me take whatever I want, now I want you to take what you want…" she trailed off. "I want you to take what's yours."

Her eyes were bright in the dim room, but Percy had never seen her look more beautiful, "Deal."

Annabeth lightly pushed him against the table and knelt in front of his hard cock. Last night had been in the dark and she hadn't been able to see what she was doing. Now, she was absolutely unsure of how she fit him in her mouth last night. Then again, she always liked a challenge.

She took the base of his cock in her hands and spit on it, which earned a surprised laugh from Percy, "Gods, you'll be the death of me."

Slowly she began to move her hands up and down, establishing a good rhythm and his hips bucked up at her in need, "Tell me what you want." Her voice was so low, Percy almost thought he imagined it.

"Uh," his brain struggled to form words. "I–I want you to put it in your mouth and suck it," he managed while she continued the painfully slow rhythm.

"Is that all?" She asked coyly. Percy vision swam and his head fell back as a small wave of pleasure flowed through him. Gods, what was she doing to him? He'd be a mess if she kept this up, but part of him knew that's what she wanted and he wanted to give her everything she wanted.

"I want…" he cleared his throat and adjusted his voice back to the lust-filled tone that she liked. "I want to fuck your face until I cum in your mouth," he conceded.

"And after that?" She questioned, giving his cock a sloppy kiss to bring some moisture for her hands, "What do you want me to do?" Annabeth could tell he was getting needier for her touch, but she wanted him to say it. She wanted to know every dirty thought he had in that seaweed filled brain of his.

He ran a hand through his hair and sighed deeply while her hands continued their teasing dance, "I want to fuck your face until I cum in your mouth. Then you swallow it down like the good girl that you are," his voice was deeper than even the night before and she knew he was ready, "Now, start sucking my cock before I lose my control."

Annabeth smiled at him sweetly, "Weren't you listening? I want you to lose control."

Percy didn't have time to respond before her mouth curled around his cock in the most delicious way. Quickly, she licked from the base to the tip, making his length soaked. Annabeth began to move her head up and down on him while moving her hands in the same rhythm as before. The moans that escaped Percy were all the encouragement she needed. She continued her efforts, bobbing up and down on him, moving her hands together, and working her tongue around the tip of his cock.

She came up for air for just a moment and Percy stopped to hold her face in both of his hands and drew her up to face him.

"Look at me," his tone was heady, but she heard a note of fear behind it. "If you want to stop, tap my wrist twice," and he mimicked the gesture on her wrist. "Say it back to me."

Annabeth mimicked the gesture back to him, "I promise to tap you on the wrist twice if I want to stop." Then she rolled her eyes at him and complained, "Are you going to let me do this the right way now?"

He didn't answer, just pulled her in for a kiss before releasing her head back to continue the delicious torture from before..

Annabeth began to continue the way she had been, but Percy stopped her and moved to stand a little. The angle was different now and Annabeth with a thrill of delight, realized that now she was the one on her knees.

"Open that pretty little mouth for me," he commanded and she complied. Hearing him speak like this to her was such a novelty. She wanted more. "Wider," he gently touched her bottom lip to widen it and she did as instructed.

Soon she felt that he was entirely in her mouth, and gods did it feel good. Percy seemed to adjust to the sensation and took her head in his big hands as he began to move his hips, shoving his cock in and out of her mouth. Annabeth held on to his thighs as his thrusts went deep in her throat. She felt soft tears falling down her cheeks and wiped them away quickly, but Percy saw and caught her wrist, but didn't stop.

"There are only two ways this can end," he reminded her by tapping her wrist. "Or, you swallow all of it. We don't want to leave any evidence for nosy campers to find, would we?"

Annabeth pulled him back into her mouth and began to suck his cock again until Percy took hold of her face and pounded himself into her mouth. His strokes began to become more erratic as he moved her face up and down his length.

"Annabeth," his voice was hoarse, but she didn't wait to hear what he had to say. She took his entire length down and bobbed there for a few seconds until she heard him moan and buck his hips into her. The warmth of his cum slid deliciously down her throat as she licked the remains off of him.

"Gods, I love you," he mumbled with his head thrown back in ecstasy.

Annabeth crawled up from her knees and placed a kiss to his muscled throat, "I love you, Seaweed Brain."

Percy wrapped an arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

"Wait here," he commanded, lifting her to sit on the table. "Let me get your shorts."

Percy pulled his shorts on quickly, grabbed her small shorts near the door, and returned to the table where he guided one leg into the leg hole.

He dared a glance and to his surprise, Annabeth was blushing. He kissed the tip of her nose.

"You're blushing," he teased.

"I am not," she protested with a giggle, as he pulled her other leg into the garment and hopped off the table.

"Yes, you are," he countered, as she stood to meet his gaze. "And, it's cute as fuck."

Percy was taller than her, but now by much. Just enough where she had to tilt her head back to look into his eyes. She loved the feeling as his arms snaked around her and pulled her into his chest. He buried his face in her hair and held her for a moment.

Annabeth could feel his heart beating against hers as she closed her eyes and inhaled the scent of him.

"Think you can sneak out and come to my cabin tonight?" His voice was so soft when he whispered in her ear, it almost made Annabeth sad. Did he really think she could say no after that?

She turned to face him, "Not even the gods could keep me out." She teased the phrase he had used the night before back at him, but she liked that this was becoming their thing. The gods had tried to rip them apart, but they came back together even stronger.

Percy grinned and kissed her one last time, "Ok, you go out first." Then he glanced at her hair and tried to tame it a little. "Or, maybe I'll go out first," he teased.

"It's your fault I have sex-hair," she complained jokingly.

"And that is a fault I will proudly accept," he laughed as he ducked out the door.

If she had had something to throw at him, she would have. Instead she redid her hair and adjusted her clothes before flipping the light switch and heading out the door.

The rest of the day was spent in her own head replaying the past few hours. Her siblings probably thought she was going mad with all the random smiling.


And I'm going to die alone :')

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