Lots of Percabeth smut in this chapter. BEWARE!
IMPORTANT A/N at the end! Please do read and support!
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Annabeth grabbed the last physics guide from the advanced section and made her way to table that she always preferred, which was situated in a rather secluded spot at the library. She opened the guide and had just started to flip to the right page when she became aware of someone's presence behind her.
"Tell me, Chase" Jackson asked amused, strolling over and leaning against the table "Do you have any dirty school girl fantasy centered around in the library? If you do, I'd be happy to oblige."
"Do you honestly not have any other hobby than to stalk me Jackson?" Annabeth replied, refusing to rise to his bait and determined to utilize her morning free hour to the fullest. She picked up a pen and started going through the worksheets they'd been handed last week, which was due next month.
"How about if I take you against one of those bookshelves?" he continued, ignoring her jibe at his social life, and jumping up onto the table "Or would prefer this table right here?"
"I would prefer it if you would leave me alone in peace, Jackson" she growled annoyed, marking the first answer "Honestly, did you follow me back here?"
Jackson sneered, giving her a glare "I didn't have a choice, did I? Seeing as you're hogging the last guide all to yourself. Hand it over, Chase, so we can both go our merry ways."
"Not bloody likely, Jackson" she growled, quickly yanking the book away from his hands "I found it first and you shall have it after I'm done with it."
He remained silent for a few moments, during which she didn't even bother to look up at him and instead continued her reading. Suddenly he hopped down and sat down on the chair adjacent to hers. She shot him a suspicious look, which turned into one of horror as he grabbed her chair and pulled it towards him, so that her thighs were squeezed together and trapped between his legs.
"How about a small break, Chase?" he smirked, trailing his hands over her thighs, his gaze fluttering once towards the table, where the guide laid open. Annabeth scoffed when she realized his plan to seduce her and get away with the book.
He leaned over to her and in spite of herself, her breath hitched for a moment as he started to rain a trail of kisses down her neck, one of his hands working to unbutton her shirt while the other squeezed her breast through it.
Annabeth steeled herself against the onslaught, and thinking quickly, decided give him back a dose of his own medicine. She pushed him aside and he looked shocked and a bit amused for a moment, before looking confused as he spotted the surly grin that she gave him. She leaned forward and her shirt, which he had opened up to the third button, showed her ample cleavage. His sea green eyes strayed towards the top of her breasts clad in lacy pink, before settling on her lips mere inches from his own. She studied his face leisurely, noting every curve and ridges, before leaning over to whisper in his ear "Actually, I rather do have a fantasy I'd love to try out. All you have to do is sit here for me, love."
Weather it was due to term of endearment or simply due to her closeness, she saw him shiver and bite the corner of lip unconsciously. He refused to touch her though, apparently conflicted about the sudden change of events, but still eager to see her proceed. She smirked at that thought and watched as his eyes grew cloudier with lust.
She started slow, trailing her lips above his, not quite touching but enough to drive him mad as he continued to rein himself in and produce no reaction. Her hands roamed over the silky expanse of his white shirt, and taking care to look into his eyes, she ripped it open, scattering buttons onto the floor. His jaw clenched and he had to grip his hands onto the chair to avoid grabbing her, for he would win this little game even if it killed him. Annabeth ran her palm over his lean, muscled form, pausing at each abb. She leaned closer in her own chair so that she could kiss his hard muscles. She let her tongue trail down in a line from the hard planes of his stomach to the smattering of curly dark hair that peeked out from the waistband of his pants.
He shuddered but still refused to so much as glance at her, but she was hardly done, and in this case he would have no other option but to accept defeat. She licked his nipples and give it a small nibble and he let out a small tortured moan.
She leaned back in her chair, analyzing her handiwork and smirking in triumph when she saw the obvious bulge straining in his pants. He looked at her, stunned and relieved that she had stopped so fast, when he caught the devilish smirk on her face.
She hitched her skirt up a bit and pushed away from her chair and neatly settled down on his lap, her legs hanging out on either side. The position allowed her to push her wet panties right over his erection and the sudden arrival of heat caused him to roll his head back and moan. She grinned and experimentally rocked her hips a bit, her core moving against him deliciously, when suddenly he grabbed her hips and stopped her from moving.
"You little minx" Jackson growled, his voice a bit hoarse, his sea green eyes swimming in fury. He pulled her towards him roughly, her breasts pressed against his warm chest, his hands going under her skirt and stroking her through her panties. "I swear to god, once I'm done with you now, you won't be able to walk straight for days."
Annabeth gulped a little at the threat and was just about to get back on her feet, when suddenly Piper's voice rang out nearby.
"Annie!"
"You know she doesn't like that name, Piper" she heard Jason's voice whisper anxiously "She won't answer to that."
"The only way Annabeth would leave her books behind and answer us, is if she's angry enough." Piper confided, sounding pleased. "So be quiet, Superman. Annie, where are you?"
Jackson growled, her arse still pressing down onto his enlarged member "Why can't your friends just bloody leave you alone for a moment?"
"Because they're my friends" she hissed, unconsciously twisting herself in the direction of the voices, which made him growl in pleasure. "Now get down under the table!"
Weather it was because he truly believed there was no other option or if it was due to the elbow that she dug into his abdomen, Jackson reluctantly slipped under the table, his sea green eyes promising vengeance. She quickly kicked his torn shirt after him just as Piper appeared from around the corner, Jason in tow.
"There you are, Annabeth!" Piper exclaimed happily, trotting over to grab a chair opposite to her. Annabeth sighed in relief, as the table was covered on all three sides except her own( she figured because it had been someone's study desk or some sort before it had been pushed to the back of the library), so the only possible way her friends would see Jackson would be if they came over to her side. She quickly placed her satchel on the empty chair beside her and gave her friends a bright smile.
"Hey, guys" she replied, hunching over her books, trying to give off the impression that she was studying, while studiously ignoring the boy shuffling around under the table. She gave him a kick to silence him "What are you doing here? Don't you have first hour with Mr. Salt?"
"He cancelled. It's just a bit of acidity, but I'd wager you'll get third period off too." Piper smiled brightly "Now the-whoa whoa! Isn't that a little too much cleavage for thermodynamics?"
Annabeth cursed mentally, not bothering to look down at her open shirt, and schooled her expression to one of casualness and a bit annoyance "There aren't any windows back here, Piper, and it's bloody hot. Besides, I didn't expect anyone would in on me here."
Piper shrugged, already dismissing the matter from her mind "Fine, fine. Anyway the reason I trudged down here is to ask if you'd be coming to the village this evening."
"Today?" Annabeth frowned "I thought the visit would be next week."
"Yeah, yeah" Piper waved her hand "Apparently some of the senior girls requested Chiron to grant them an extra one so they could find a dress for the ball. To be honest, I don't think he stood around asking a lot of questions on the matter, either. Now are you coming or will I have to drag you there and in the process humiliate the both of us?"
"I thought you already had a dress?" Annabeth asked, remembering the package Piper had received last week in mail.
"We're going shopping for you, Annie" Piper said, a bit sternly "Knowing you, you'd put it off until the morning of the day and then come down in some borrowed garbage. That is not happening this time and I need to finalize the dress before I can move onto accessories and hair. And shoes. Shoes! Bloody hell, Annabeth, don't you see how much we have left to do?"
Annabeth was about to reply when suddenly her legs, which were crossed up until that point, was suddenly pried open. Her friends couldn't see this particular action and the blonde aimed another kick unto the boy under her. His strong grip on her knees prevented her from closing her legs together and the bastard started to lay open mouthed kisses up along her left inner thigh, then one on the center of her panties, before continuing onto her right thigh. Annabeth bit her lips to stop a moan and tried in vain to clench her thighs together, but was stopped by the pair of strong hands.
"Annie, are you all right?" Annabeth took a deep breath before meeting the concerned gazes of Piper and Jason.
"You look flushed, Annabeth" Jason said anxiously, stepping closer to her "Shall I take you to the infirmary?"
"It's fine. I'm fine" she gritted out, struggling to keep herself from releasing any inappropriate noises as Jackson traced a palm over her lower abdomen, dangerously close to the waist band of her panties. "Just-just cramps."
Jason Grace, rather intelligent, correctly assumed this to be related to one of the many bloody nightmares that guys had a.k.a menstruation and took a step back wisely, which was what Annabeth has wanted. Jackson played with the waistband of her panties for a moment, before slipping his palm in and grabbing her pussy firmly and squeezing it a little. Annabeth squirmed desperately and she though she heard a light chuckle from under the table.
"I'm fi-aghh!" Annabeth couldn't keep the moan in as Jackson pushed a finger into her, tracing her folds teasingly.
"Annabeth?" Piper scrambled up in alarm, leaning over to the blonde "Are they that bad, hon? Do you want some pain killers? I've got some up in the dorm, I'll go get them right now!"
Oh right. Cramps.
"It's all right, Pipes" Annabeth managed a smile, ignoring the pressure she felt under there as he continued gently squeezing her over and over again. She had to act fast before the idiot used tongue. "I've all ready had some and I expect they'll take some time to be effective. Why don't you and Jason head off to the common room? I think I'll rest here a while, perhaps sleep it off."
"Are you sure?" Piper asked, her kaleidoscopic eyes boring holes into the blonde's face "You could lay down on one of the sofas in the common room. I promise I'll rub your feet and we've got some milk chocolate up there."
"I'll carry you, if you want." Jason offered bravely.
"Nah, thanks guys" Annabeth shook her head, pointing at her notes "I still have to finish this and I'll probably just rest for short intervals, you know when it pains, before working again."
It took a bit more convincing but her friends finally left her, with promises of coming to check on her later. Once they were out of site, Annabeth leapt up onto her feet and gave a basilisk glare as Jackson crawled out from under the desk, still shirtless, but very much satisfied.
"You jerk! How-"
Her loud voice attracted the librarian and Jackson quickly pulled out a fresh white shirt from his satchel and pulled it on, just as Mr. Forbes turned around the corner and kicked them both out for unruly behavior.
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"Three down. Nine more to go" the person chuckled softly, staring at the array of photos in front of him.
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"I can't believe she's working during her period!" Piper exclaimed "I can barely crawl out of bed during those times"
"Nothing comes between Annabeth and her studies" Jason agreed, very much impressed by his friend's dedication.
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"That was not how I had imagined my library fantasy would go" Annabeth huffed angrily, albeit a still embarrassed when she thought of her friends, all innocent and caring, just standing there while she-"You're bloody shameless, unthinking and – just fuck you, Jackson!"
"If you insist, babe" he shrugged, ceasing his walking and turning around and reaching out to grab her "I thought I had satisfied your cravings earlier but someone seems to be feeling extra horny today."
Annabeth growled and launched herself at him, pounding her fists against his hard chest, while he laughed like the utter demon he was. She could plainly see just how much effect her efforts produced on the well built swordsman and was seriously entertaining the idea of going for the wanker's balls, when Jackson suddenly pushed her up against the wall, her hands trapped above her head by his left hand.
"Do you have any idea just how bloody hot you look when you're angry, Chase?" he growled, nuzzling his nose against her neck, his right hand trailing up her shirt and pulling down the cup of her bra and squeezing her right breast, while she struggled half heartedly to escape. He pulled his hand out, and just as she began to let out a sigh of relief, he deftly unbuttoned her shirt, so that her breast spilled out into the open, where he started to play with it hungrily, squeezing and palming them in his rough hands.
When this elicited no response from the still furious woman, he deftly tweaked the sensitive nipple and was rewarded with a soft groan. He met her furious grey eyes with a triumphant smirk and then let his hand slip under the waistband of her skirt, pressing his calloused palm against her core through the soft, soaked fabric of her panties.
"I'm still angry at you, you bastard! You basical-don't! I swear to god Jackson, if-"her oath was cut off by a moan, as the blithering idiot hooked a finger through the fabric of her panties, pulled it to one side and ran a lazy finger over her wet folds. She could feel her thoughts scramble and she arched her back into him when he began playing with her clit.
Satisfied that she would no longer try to beat him into a pulp, he released her hands and she let them fall limply at her sides, still refusing to completely participate. He grinned wolfishly at her stubborn gaze before grabbing her hips firmly and kneeling before her, tugging her skirt up and positioning his head between her thighs. She couldn't help but spread her legs apart as he yanked down her panties and let them bunch around her knees. He felt her fingers clench tightly in his hair, and gave himself a smug smile, before he lurched forward and took her pussy in his mouth. He let his tongue move over her folds in practiced strokes, his hold on her hips keeping her in place. He sucked gently on her clit, enjoying the way she trembled against him and the way she had to stop herself from yelling his name out in the hallway.
Annabeth couldn't feel her legs anymore as they trembled, as Jackson started to nibble over her folds and send waves of pleasure right into her core. It didn't take long for her to fall over the edge and come in a strangled yell. She lowered her head, trying to control her panting, as he licked her once last time before getting to his feet. Both of them stood still for a moment, it was quite a big achievement on her part, waiting to make sure that no one had heard her as she had orgasmed.
When not a single soul appeared, Jackson slung his satchel back over his shoulder, not a hair out of place on his attire, while she stood there, legs apart, skirt pulled up above her hips, underwear bunched up around her legs, sweating and panting, with one of her breasts hanging out in the open.
Jackson slowly took her appearance in, his eyes darkening and lingering over her bare womanhood and the nipple that had pebbled up in the cold of the hallway. To his credit and her chagrin, he simply gave her a smirk "You'd better not roam around the hallway looking like that, Chase. Not everyone's going to be a gentleman like me."
Her angry response was cut short as he laughed amusedly and strolled down the corridor to his next class, leaving her furious, as well as impossibly turned on for more.
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A/N IMPORTANT
Edit/ 02/07/18 : I was going through this chapter once again and noticed a whole lot of tiny mistakes,both grammatical and spelling wise. It's just that, when you write the matter initially, you tend to glaze over such mistakes and it's only when you read it later on, do they become embarrassingly obvious. So I've fixed the ones I've found and if there are more, I would like to apologize beforehand.
On another note, I was toying with the idea of maybe creating a page on Pinterest for Half-Blood High(or Luna Sanguinis?). Where all you artists and creative peeps at!?
We could display any artwork or covers anyone has made for this pic (HINT HINT ;) ) . If anyone would like to make something for this fic (I honestly don't know if its long or good enough) such as artworks, paintings, haiku ;) , poems or anything of the sort, IT WOULD MEAN SO MUCH!33 .
Please do PM me in that case! I already have received a beautiful cover from . If we have enough pieces we can create the page!