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Percy Jackson

Percy got up long before his daughter of Aphrodite, in time to welcome Jason, Thalia, and the rest of the huntresses back. Though the hunt left quickly, and Jason stayed in the night in one of the guestrooms.

The next morning they were up relatively early and, with the help of a YouTube tutorial, manned to fashion themselves iced coffee. Bowls with chips and drinks were still covering the table.

Jason had done much of the driving throughout the night and just couldn't fall asleep anymore. So when Silena, still intoxicated and hungover, slouched into the poolside bar, wearing minny jeans and a bikini top and the poor boy was staring at her open-mouthed. In his defense, being hungover did little to dampen her allure.

"Morning," Silena grunted. "When did you get back?"

Percy sighed. He shouldn't be surprised that she couldn't remember. "Last night," Percy said loudly, and Silena winced.

Despite Percy still being somewhat upset with the daughter of Aphrodite, she too got
an iced coffee.

They chatted about the mission for a few minutes before a hearty breakfast. When Jason finally departed, Silena was still drunk and a considerable hangover emerged on the horizon.

"You and I need to talk," Percy announced sternly.

"Hmm?" Silena asked.

"I found you blackout drunk last night," Percy began.

"Katie and a few folks from Camp were over," Silena explained half-heartedly.

"Truth be told, them leaving is about the last thing I remember," Silena then admitted.

"So chances are you didn't stop drinking after they left?" Percy asked.

Silena only shrugged.

"Silena, you have a problem..." Percy finally spelled out. "Since I've arrived here, you constantly had some cocktail in your hand, and now this. I hate to do this, but you are banned from drinking anything alcoholic for the time being."

Silena stared at him, opening and closing her mouth for a few moments as the fact that he had just given her a straight-up order, not a suggestion, settled in. "Well..." Silena started and trailed off again.

"You think it's that bad?" she asked.

"Thalia noticed too," Percy reasoned, silently hoping that Silena didn't take it the wrong way.

Fortunately, Silena only smiled sheepishly. "As you wish, Master," Silena announced, putting a special emphasis on the Master. "Anything else you want me to do, or can I rest a bit? The hangover is settling in."

Percy frowned. "Clean this mess up and then dance for me," Percy ordered sternly.

Silena raised an eyebrow but got to her feet. "Just kidding. Go to bed, sleep it off," Percy told the dark-haired beauty lightly.

"You know, you're kinda hot when you get all bossy," Silena announced and patted his arm, the skin contact sending shivers up his spine.

"And you're still drunk," Percy replied and earned another sheepish grin.

"I'll go then, Master," she then announced, again, emphasizing the title.

By the time Silena woke up again, Percy had already cleaned up, still looking tired and worn out but at least mostly sobered up.

Silena Beauregard

Fortunately, Silena didn't really get headaches during a hangover. She only got tired.

After a quick shower, she finally went upstairs again. The first thing she noticed was that Percy had already cleaned up after her. Silena made a mental note to make it up to Percy later. The deal was that she made his life easier, not more complicated.

How did she feel about the alcohol ban? Not much could be done about it. She had to admit that Percy was probably right to be concerned. She had overdone it.

"Mind if I go see Khione?" Silena asked innocently. She had never seen a god or goddess under lock and key and couldn't deny a certain morbid curiosity.

"Sure, just don't let her out of her cell. She's been minding her manners with me, but we shouldn't tempt fate," Percy warned.

"Daughter of Aphrodite equals more squishy than Son of Poseidon?" Silena summarized helpfully and winked. "If you see me running away screaming..."

Percy gave her an uneasy look. Smiling to herself at the prospect of having unnerved Percy, even if only slightly, she hurried down to the cellar and spun the vault door's wheel, and pulled it open.

Khione was lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, as she walked in. The goddess was beautiful, very beautiful, if in a cold and unapproachable way.

"Have you come to defile me, son of Poseidon?" the goddess asked, still staring at the ceiling.

"I'm afraid you'll have to wait a long time for that," Silena warned, approaching the cage. "Percy doesn't do that kind of stuff."

Khione glanced over and raised an eyebrow. "What are you supposed to be? The wife? Mistress?" Khione asked, then a cold smile spread across her lips. "No, you're a daughter of Aphrodite. With your blood and dressed as you are, I'd say your his pleasure girl, or concubine."

Silena looked down at herself. Bikini and short jeans? Seeing as she was in her own home, she didn't feel her attire was out of place.

"Not the words I'd chosen, but yes," Silena replied brightly.

"What do you want?" Khione asked.

"Well. Seeing as we now live under one roof, it only seemed right to introduce myself," Silena explained.

"All tits, no brains." Khione turned her attention back to the ceiling, apparently having already lost interest in her. "I have no desire to consort with the likes of you."

Silena's smile faded, and she rested her hands on her hips. "You know, there is no reason to be so rude."

Khione snorted. "Hasn't your master taught you not to bother your betters?"

"Well, in that case, enjoy being alone," Silena replied.

"That is all I am asking for," Khione replied.

Deciding that she and Khione would not become friends that day, she sealed the vault door again.

She found Percy relaxing on a deck hair and promptly straddled him. "Percy, Khione is a bitch," she announced.

"You really think so?" Percy asked sarcastically.

"Don't you get sarcastic with me," Silena warned him sternly.

"The good thing about being a god is that I get to be sarcastic whenever I damn please," Percy announced, his hands coming to rest on her hips.

Silena looked down at him sternly.

"You're horny," Silena noted. It wasn't a question. More of an accusation.

"Here I was, enjoying the last nice days before fall, and you come along and sit down on top of me," Percy complained. "Have you looked in a mirror recently woman, you're gorgeous."

"Oops, sorry," she replied, although she wasn't sorry at all, and grinned down at him.

Percy's hands moved up her flank until they cupped her breasts.

Silena was tempted, very tempted, even if she was still slightly hungover. But a thought quickly came her, and guilt began to surface.

"Listen, I really enjoy this thing we have, but I think we should put it on hold..." Silena began, already feeling bad about having led Percy on.

"Really?" Percy asked, looking quite disappointed.

"I ran into a certain Daughter of Athena. We had a good talk, and now I feel horrible about taking advantage of our little arrangement..." Silena trailed off, knowing that Percy would get the gist.

"Don't," Percy assured her. "I didn't mind being taken advantage of at all."

"The point stands," Silena insisted quietly but gave a small smile at the comment.

"I need to talk to her, don't I?"

Silena sighed and nodded. "I think you really should," she agreed. "Worst case, both of you get closure," Silena pointed and patted the top of Percy's head. Truth be told, she doubted that closure would be the result of that meeting.

Percy leaned back on the deck hair and closed his eyes.

"Not sure how I'm supposed to go about that, ..."

"Well, aren't you supposed to track down Circe? The last time you faced her, Annabeth was at your side. If you need an excuse, that'll be it," Silena encouraged Percy.

"You sure?" Percy asked.

"I met Annabeth, and it looks like she really misses you. I think my resurrection scared her off or something. That girl needs some really good boning, trust me. If you want her back, go and bone her! Now, I'm going to get off you," she announced and did just that.

Percy Jackson

Despite the bluntness of Silena's suggestion, it did give him the push he might have just needed.

Yes, he had declared that he wouldn't run after Annabeth, and some might judge him for going after that. On the other hand, it didn't seem like Annabeth was doing too well, and he'd be a really bad best friend if he cut her off permanently over her lashing out at her rock bottom.

That was at least one thing Percy was certain of. Regardless of their relationship status, she was still his best friend and comrade in arms.

Was he bullshitting? Perhaps, but truth be told, now that he was thinking about her, he rather missed having her in his life.

So, the following day he dressed up in his best pants and a button-up shirt and made his way down to the city. After getting Annabeth's address from his mother and promising to visit more, he made the surprisingly short way over to Annabeth's. It was a very ordinary apparent building. Nothing that would suggest that the chief architect of Olympus lived here. Then again, she had always been rather utilitarian in her wants and needs.

Finally, Percy stopped in front of the third-floor apartment. A golden plack stood the name Annabeth Chase, written in ancient Greek script.

Percy sighed, hoping that Annabeth was actually at home, and knocked on the front door.

Percy heard something heavy falling to the ground, followed by the worst sort of ancient curses that would have made Ares blush.

Finally, the door was yanked open.

The moment she saw him, Annabeth froze as if struck by lightning. All color faded from her face as she looked at him open-mouthed for a moment before dropping her gaze and awkwardly pushing her mess of hair behind her shoulders and doubtfully looking down at her attire, a shirt, and worn-out camp half-blood shirt and shorts. A pencil was stuck behind her ear, and with a rush, Percy was reminded of how beautiful Annabeth was. She looked pale though and exhausted. Her long golden-blond hair tried up in a tight ponytail.

"Percy," she said breathlessly, and for a moment, it looked as if she was not sure whether she should go pail or blush. She ended up going with blushing in the end, her cheeks warming up to an adorable shade of tomato red.

"Hey, Wise Girl. Got a moment?".

"Ahm," Annabeth stammered, "Sure, come in. It's a bit messy."

Messy was an understatement. Annabeth's apartment was in a state that one only reached when stuff was pulled out for use but never returned, with clothes strewn around, and a large pile of books spilled on the floor next to the table. That might explain the noise from earlier. Schematics and design sheets littered the table.

"This is worse than your bunk in the Athena cabin," Percy announced awkwardly as Annabeth hastily kicked books and underwear out of sight.

"I've been busy," Annabeth explained defensively, her cheeks flushing again with embarrassment.

Out of habit, Percy decided to help her without further comment, and they kicked and pushed clothes, papers, and books under the sitting arrangements or stuffed them into spaces where they were almost out of sight. Percy knew Silena or Sally would have had a stroke had they seen their cleaning ethic, but no one was there to judge.

"Thanks," Annabeth muttered, blushing again, and they sat down on the now-vacated couch.

"I'm sorry!" Annabeth suddenly blurted out.

Not sure how to respond, Percy grinned at his old friend, looking over at him nervously, and then playfully shoved Annabeth. "We'll figure stuff out."

After a few moments of awkward silence, Percy cleared his voice. "What you've done to Olympus,...it's amazing," Percy announced.

"I take it. You like your place?" Annabeth asked, suddenly coy.

"That was you?" Percy asked incredulously.

"Well, duh," Annabeth replied, grinning. Annabeth visibly relaxed now they had reached a topic that she was comfortable in.

"I have to ask," Percy began. "What is up with the Kinky Torture Dungeon?"

"I didn't commission the place. The council did. They provided the specs. I just facilitated the design," Annabeth explained, her speech speeding up and her gray eyes narrowing.

"Who came up with the BDSM studio? Apollo?" Percy asked.

"Nope, your roommate's mother," Annabeth corrected, and then added, "Probably to use on your roommate," she then added thoughtfully.

The look Annabeth gave him,...she knew.

"Honestly, I've never really been in there," Percy defended himself.

"Yes, I thought the space could have been used better," Annabeth agreed. Suddenly she grabbed a notepad. "So far, the building is working out? The place is quite unique, I don't have much experience in subterranean architecture. Is the plumbing holding up?"

Annabeth brandished the pencil from her ear and held it to the paper. "Remind me to come by when it gets cold. I also don't trust that glass-bottom pool," she explained. "Multilayer glass can have funky thermal properties. If it breaks due to tension, that would be a big problem."

"You know, I can still breath underwater," Percy explained gruffly.

"Perhaps, but Silena definitely can't," Annabeth quipped back and started scribbling down a few more notes.

"Is the sauna working? I got like twenty percent off on those, tight budget and stuff. I think that Cyclops might have scammed me."

"I haven't tried it yet," Percy admitted, and Annabeth frowned. "But my private jail is working fine so far. Locked a goddess in there two days ago," Percy offered brightly.

"I would be surprised if it didn't. Even without their powers bound, you could keep just about any god or goddess contained in there. Used a high-grade celestial bronze alloy. The outer layer of the bars has a higher carbon level than the core. Hequaestus cabin also hardened it multiple times, as far as Nissa told me, hence the lower carbon percentage in the core of the bards. You could keep a Cyclops on meth locked up in there, even without the magical properties." Annabeth rattled off, sparing the matter a lot less attention than Percy would have found warranted.

"That brings me to the reason I came by," Percy finally announced. "Zeus wants me to track down Circe, and probably lock away Circe. Apparently, she is setting up shop somewhere and plans to continue on with her Spa. Last time we took her down together,..."

Annabeth froze, a grin spreading across her face. She gently touched his elbow. "Of course, I'm in Seaweed Brain."

Percy grinned back at her.

"So, you and Silena?" Annabeth began. "Anything going on there?"

"Jealous?" Percy joked.

Annabeth scowled. "Just curious."

It was fairly obvious that she was.

"I would say we were each other's rebound. The slave part is still kind of awkward, to be honest," Percy summarized. "...and Silena more or less trying to act the part doesn't make it easier. You are aware of the conditions she had to agree to come back to life?"

Annabeth sighed, suddenly more serious, "Sadly I am."

Percy sighed. "In my defense, Silena is very pretty."

To his relief, Annabeth only rolled her eyes. "I don't think that can be disputed by anyone."

The daughter of Athena sighed deeply. "I might have said so earlier, but I believe I do very much owe you an apology," Annabeth began.

Percy held up his hand. "I can not deny that I was angry and upset. But all things considered, I can't hold it against you. You were always free to go and under no obligation to stay and you were honest, straight up, and honest with me."

From the look on her face, Percy could tell that this wasn't what Annabeth had tried to convey to him, but he wouldn't make things that easy for her.

"I..." Annabeth started. "My feelings for you..." the voice caught in the blond's throat.

Percy met her gaze, looking deep into those stormy gray eyes, sparkling with sadness, pain, and fear. "Wise Girl," Percy said softly. "No matter what happens, I will always be your friend. When it comes down to it, I will always be at your side."

Annabeth nodded. This time it was her to punch his shoulder. "Don't go all sentimental on me," she said, her voice cracking slightly. "I really wasn't prepared to have this talk today."

He had almost forgotten how much he enjoyed spending time with Annabeth was. It was as if some part of him, he had not yet really noticed missing, had been put back in place.

They sat for quite a while together, recalling their past exploits and quests. The kinds of stories only they had to share.

Inevitably the conversation reached the vicinity of the problem at hand. Circe, and the time they had run away from Camp Halfblood.

"Circe will be easier this time, provided she doesn't have any new surprises," Annabeth reckoned.

"What makes you say that?" Percy asked.

"We outplayed her when we were twelve. We are no longer twelve and have faced of enemies much more potent," Annabeth remarked. "We could have taken her before they made you a god, and now that you are, I am fairly confident of a victory."

"She is a goddess of magic, I am surprised that you would count her out so quickly."

Annabeth looked at him with some amusement, meeting his gaze for few moments. "We outplayed her when we were twelve."

"I doubt she will be as careless as she was last time," Percy reasoned, and Annabeth shrugged.

"We won't be caught off guard either. I'm the daughter of Athena here, remember?" she said, absent-mindedly playing with her hair.

Percy shrugged, "I will take your word for that. I do not wish to be turned into a guinea pig again."

Annabeth offered him a weak smile. "For the record, you were a cute guinea pig." Annabeth absentmindedly patted him on the shoulder. "Sadly, I don't think she could actually do that to you anymore."

They interrupted their conversation long enough for Annabeth to poor the two of them glasses with Iced Tea. Percy tried not to ogle his ex-girlfriend as she did, and truth be told, he failed.

"Are you open to having a roommate?" Percy suddenly blurted out. Why he was thinking of his recent conversation with Piper while checking out Annabeth was beyond him. He knew he shouldn't be, but Annabeth seemed to exclude some strange form of gravity that kept drawing his gaze back to herself.

"Possibly," Annabeth replied, suddenly cautious, her gray eyes narrowing.

"Well, it turns out things won't work out with Piper's flat, and now her dad is insisting that she lives with someone responsible. Otherwise, he'll cut her off," Percy explained.

Annabeth glared at him. "If Piper moves in, she'll make me tidy this place up." The disturbing part was that some part of Percy liked it when Annabeth was mad at him, but pushing her buttons was a dangerous game to play. She was, after all, the daughter of a war goddess.

"I live with Silena. She is just like that. It's not actually that bad," Percy reasoned.

"Fine," Annabeth conceded and glared at him for a few moments. "Tell her to call me. I'll see what I can do. I have a spare bedroom."

"If we can't find a suitable place for her to live, she'll have to crash with me, and my reputation really can't handle another daughter of Aphrodite." All in all, Percy felt like he was really on top of his game there, gently reminding Annabeth that a second daughter of Aphrodite might end up living with him.

"I said I'll talk to her," Annabeth complained defensively.

"To make it up to you, I could invite you for a cup of tea tomorrow, or soon at least?" Percy finally asked after they chatted for some more. "You know, just hang out, and make plans for quests that will inevitably blow up in our faces?"

"Tea?" Annabeth asked. "You don't drink Tea?"

"I'll start if it means we hang out again?"

Annabeth rolled her eyes but nodded. "Fine, I'll come by tomorrow. I'll be on Olympus the whole day anyway. Now, I would love to continue chatting past dinner but I actually have to file a bunch of proposals with Hestia. She is more or less playing City Planner and is surprisingly OCD when it comes to schedules."

Percy thought it was kind of rich for Annabeth to call anyone OCD but took her word for it.

"But okay, we'll hang out tomorrow. Quest planning and so on," Annabeth agreed, suddenly exhausted again.

Annabeth hung her head as she guided him to the door as if her good mood was quickly fading at the prospect of seeing him go.

Percy remembered Silena's words from yesterday about Annabeth and found himself glancing at Annabeth's elegant lips.

His gaze swept down Annabeth's tall, elegant form. The way her old, too-small shirt promoted her body in all the right ways, stretching over her chest. He could tell she wasn't wearing a bra.

He remembered how it felt to have the daughter of Athena lying next to him.

Annabeth still looked slightly deflated.

Should he? The temptation to trust in Silena's council was beyond tempting at that moment.

Annabeth's lips were pursed in a rather sensual manner. Or did it just seem like that?

Ironically this would be easier with Annabeth than Silena. While Silena was quite short, Annabeth was five-nine, so he wouldn't need to lean down nearly as far if he were to go through with it.

So as Annabeth knelt down to tie her shoelaces, Percy finally martial his courage. The entire time Annabeth didn't look up at him once. If she had, she might not have been caught off as much as she had been when he made his move.

Annabeth rose to her feet, still not meeting his gaze, and when she did, Percy hooked a finger under her chin. As Annabeth looked up in surprise, Percy let down, and their lips met.

In hindsight, he should have seen what happened next coming. She was a seasoned combat veteran and a very skilled martial artist. The punch that stuck his jaw was cast with impressive precision, and more strength than a girl of Annabeth's size should be capable of. A clean strike, aided by a textbook pivoting of the upper torso, culminating in the exertion of kinetic energy.

"Fuck!" Percy grunted, holding his jaw as sparks danced in front of his eyes.

When his vision cleared up again, Annabeth looked up at him with wide eyes, her hands covering her mouth in shock. Then the surprise and fear gave way to something deeper.

Her eyes narrowed, and an alien, deep-routed hunger took the place of surprise. Before Percy had fully recovered from the blow, Annabeth jumped him. She grabbed the front of his shirt and smashed her lips against his.

Set off like a rocket, Annabeth might have knocked Percy off his feet had he not been in good shape. Instead, Percy swiftly took over, roughly picking Annabeth up and slamming her against the wall. They exchanged heated kisses, and Percy was very aware of her toned form trapped between him against the wall.

He felt her ankles hook behind him and ran his hands up her flanks, quickly escalating to french kissing.

Regardless of how hot making out with Silena might be, this sort of contact with Annabeth just felt right and natural. That familiar scent...the taste of her lips. It was beyond intoxicating.

When Percy finally sat the Daughter Of Athena down on her kitchen counter, Percy continued kissing her hard. Without looking back, Annabeth swiftly unbuttoned his shirt and then ran her hands over his chest. Lust now truly taking hold of him as well, Percy pulled up her old orange shirt, exposing Annabeth's firm breasts and slender, toned midriff. When she didn't stop him, he had this confirmation that Annabeth was willing to take this as far as it would go.

Finally, Percy broke lip contact, if only to pull of the shirt entirely and turn his attention to Annabeth's perfect breast. Her nipples were a warm pink and a bit smaller than Silena's. Still, he appreciated them no less as he gently sucked on them.

"Percy," Annabeth breathed, digging her fingers into his hair as he showed his favorite set of breasts his affection until to have her pull him on further until his face was buried between her breasts.

Soon Percy relieved her of her shirt, and as he kissed her deeply, he unbuttoned her short jeans and pushed a hand into her panties.

Annabeth threw her head back and gasped softly as Percy went to work. Having had some recent practice, he knew exactly what to do and so soon had Annabeth groaning his name in ways only she could.

Being a big supporter of multitasking, Percy kissed the Daughter of Athena again, this time hungrily kissing her neck and sucking on her skin hard. He normally knew Annabeth would try to push him away, but she was otherwise occupied when she was too busy moaning.

Knowing that Annabeth would be in for quite a surprise the next time she looked in a mirror, Percy continued on with quite some satisfaction as Annabeth grew wetter and wetter.

The sound of Annabeth softly moaning his name as he continued coaxing moans from her lips.

It was probably only a minute or two later, but suddenly Annabeth screamed in surprise.

Percy quickly pulled from the sizable hematoma he had been working on in the vicinity of Annabeth's otherwise perfectly smooth neck he hit his head on the kitchen cupboard apart. Annabeth had quickly crossed her arms and was looking in shock off to his left.

"Piper?"

Sure enough, suspended in a rainbow was the familiar image of Piper Mclean.

The daughter of Aphrodite was simultaneously grinning from ear to ear and blushing deeply. "Ahm, sorry...: I didn't know you two..." Piper stuttered.

Percy feverishly thought of what he could say. "I think I found you a place to live," he finally voiced the first thing that came to mind.

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have returned. All in all, this entire week has been a disaster from beginning to end. However, I did finish this chapter, so there is that. I trust you've enjoyed yourself so far. Anyway, come hang out on discord on Ronin's Writing Corner. Feel free to ping me there any time. I will answer within a few hours max. code: 9kT6Qbn

I do appreciate reviews and keep an eye on changes I make to the story during editing. Do review. I work best on feedback, and if you wish to flame, do that too. I have thick skin. Anyway, I hope you liked the first propper makeout session in a while.

Henry James Locker over and out.