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Annabeth Chase for once finds herself alone. She's staying with Percy and his mother for the school year. She likes the Jackson family and it was nothing short of kind that they let her stay, but what can she say, she likes her alone time. She also likes Percy but more on that later.

Alone in the house and in the darkness of her room, Annabeth lets her mind wander, her thoughts turned in her mind, never staying in the same place for long. One nagging part of her brain takes over soon she slips her hand down into her pajama shorts, thinking of deep tanned skin and sea green eyes. Her fingers searching for that bit of wetness at her center. Finding it she rubs at it drawing it up to her clit rubbing her fingers over it. Her breathing gets heavy and she slides a finger into herself, she grabbed her breast squeezing lightly.

She imagined Percy's hands moving over her body, him whispering in her ear. She can feel his lips on her neck, leaving behind little hickies that turn her legs to jelly. Annabeth groans his name, adding another finger to her cunt.

Her skin is hot and she feels shame building in the back of her head, but the thought of Percy is so irresistible to her that she continues to call his name quietly into her pillow. She turns her face away from it, breathing in fresh air.
No longer able to form proper words she just breaths hard, she lets go of her her breast to remove her shorts, kicking them away from her. Annabeth slips her hand underneath her shirt squeezing lightly.

She moves her hand faster. Her breathing gets heavier "Oh fuck." Annabeth Whispers to herself. She breathing louder, chest heaving, she's so close.

Her door opens. She stops. She turns. Percy is standing in her door way red as he can be.
'I-I... you-." He stops and takes a breath. "I can hear you."

Annabeth blinks. "You can what?" She's hoping, scratch that, praying she misheard him.

Percy look ashamed at his words. "I can hear you..."

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck! He wasn't supposed to be home, now here she is learning not only is he home but he heard her. She was going to have to move out, there's no choice. She was going to move out and change her name and dye her hair.

"I'm sorry..." Percy said as he started to leave.

"WAIT!" Annabeth shouted as she shot out of her blanket and grabbed his arm, she cringed realizing she grabbed him with the hand that was in her pants. On the bright side he stopped! She thought.

Percy turned to her and that look he gave her caught her off guard. She let go of him, still cringing. He stood in front of her looking at his now slightly damp hoodie arm. He looked at her, then the hoodie, then back at her. And then slowly, very slowly he took off his hoodie, he placed it in her arms.

He leaned in and whispered in her ear. "Keep it," squeezing her arm ever so lightly, he turned and left.

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She looked down at the hoodie in her arms, it was soft and still warm from Percy's body. She held it up, his last name was in golden letters stitched across the back. On the sleeve there was her fingers making dark marks on the fabric. She blushed at the sight of it.

She thought back to the face he made, it was unreadable. Why? Annabeth would say she could read Percy like an open book(dyslexia aside). As she thought she ran her fingers over the hoodie, she pulled a hair from where it was trapped in the collar. Annabeth looked down at the hoodie again before bringing it up to her nose. It smelled like coconut and pears with a vague hint of salt. Not at all like she thought he would. The scent relit the fire at her core and she quickly pulled it away from her.

'What the fuck are you doing to me, Percy?"

Percy was pacing his room. He hadn't meant to hear her, demigods just have good hearing, children of the big three have even better senses, like hearing, smell, and touch. He tried, believe him he did, to ignore her panting, moaning, and broken word's but after five minutes he had to tell her. He knocked first, but she didn't hear him. He knocked louder, then he was pounding on her door, but she was so lost in her world.

What or who was she thinking about? He quickly shook his head and tried to fight the image of Annabeth that invaded his mind.

He lost.

Her skin was flushed and red, lips parted and her chest was heaving. Her hair stuck to forehead, one hand was holding her breast, he could make out the outline of her nipples through the thin fabric of her tank top. Her back had a slight arch to it as she moved her hand faster.

What really killed him were her eyes. They were usually a clear focused gray, precise and cold always calculating for something. But when she looked at him, she just looked wrecked. They were clouded and unfocused, her pupils were dilated, and entirely looking into his soul.

Percy felt an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. He tried to think of anything that wasn't Annabeth or Annabeth related, but for once his mind was focused. Hesitantly he reached down, unzipping his pants. She was one his best friends how could he think of her like this? Why didn't he try harder to stop himself?

Percy sighed, he reached into his pants and started to move his hand. Up then down, he flicked his thumb over the head, tracking precum over it. He bit down on his lip trying to muffle the indecent groaning coming from his throat. He felt hot despite the fact he was no longer in his hoodie.

The hoodie he had given to Annabeth. He thought of her wearing it with nothing else on, her fingers in her cunt, her mouth letting out the same moaning from before just louder. He imagined her looking at him while she touched herself, that pathetic broken look in her eyes aimed at him. He sped up his stroking, more quiet groans coming from his throat. The Annabeth in his mind pulls her fingers from cunt, they're covered in her own slick. She turns to him, half-lidded and breathing hard. That's what sets him over the edge.

Percy looks down at his hand, disgust boils in his stomach. He walks into the bathroom to wash his hands, he stops to look in the mirror. His skin is flushed, and his hair is sticking to his face.

Just like Annabeth's did.

He doesn't think he looks nearly as good. No afterglow for him, just pure disheveledness. Percy glared at his reflection as he dried his hands.

"You are disgusting."

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Annabeth was laying on her bed. She was bored and tired and desperate for something interesting to happen.

She had painted, removed, and then repainted her nails, she sketched in her notebook, anything to occupy her time. She braided her hair and considered cutting some bangs. She watched TV but nothing was entertaining for her. Maybe someone to talk too?

She heard a knock on her door. Percy's voice came through. "Annabeth, I think we need to talk." He made it seem like he was asking, but it wasn't much of a question. Annabeth just sighed. "Come in,"

He walked in, his arms were crossed over his chest and he was looking at the ground. He was biting his bottom lip in worry. He stood in front of her for a solid minute before he spoke.

"Listen, Annabeth, I'm sorry about the other day. I tried knocking but I don't think you heard me, still I should've just left instead of walking in. I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable. And I'm sorry I just left my hoodie in here, I shouldn't have just dumped it on you."

By the time he was finished talking he was somehow redder than when he had walked in on her. Don't tell but she thought it was cute. He still hadn't looked at her, this gave Annabeth an evil idea.

She had tossed his hoodie to the edge of her bed and it had been there since. She quietly grabbed it and slipped it on.

"You know, Percy, I like the hoodie. I'm not sure if you want it back, but if you do you're welcome to grab it at any time." Annabeth sat there waiting for him to look up. When he finally did he kept his face blank but she could see his breathing had quickened.

"I should go."

"Stay, I'm about to watch a movie." To make her point Annabeth made a show of looking for the remote. At some point she had leaned of the side of her bed to look for it. She heard Percy's breath catch, in her defense the shorts were because the buildings heat made it feel like August in Arizona, even in the dead of winter. Still, she stretched a little further, hiking her shorts up higher.

Karma had its way of always getting back however. With that stretch she started to slip off of her bed, it wasn't a far fall but it would still hurt. She felt Percy's hands grab her around the middle and pull her up. His hands rested on her for a second before Annabeth placed her hands around his neck. She wasn't even aware that she was pulling him closer.

Percy panicked. He had almost dropped her back down when felt Annabeth's lips over his. She was still pulling him closer, and it took him a moment to realize she was trying to pull him on top of her. He pushed off of her.

Annabeth looked hurt, then scared. "I'm sorry, Percy." She was. There was shame and sadness in her voice. She didn't want to force herself on him. They might not be friends anymore because she couldn't control herself. All of these things were churning in her mind, now there was no fixing things. She fucked up and she fucked up bad. So it surprised her when she felt Percy sit back down.

One his hands held the back of her head, the other was holding the back of her thigh. Percy was leaning her down, his lips ghosted over her neck. Annabeth couldn't help but shiver at the touch. His hands were callous from old fights and sword training. They felt like fire of her body. He had let go of her head to place his hand on her lower back.

Percy kept at it for few minutes, taking in the way she shuddered under him, the way her breath hitched every time he kissed her neck. He was enjoying it, there were so many things he could do to her, but one thought shined over them all. "Sit up." Percy grimaced at the tone of his voice. It sounded so commanding and rough. It did get his message across though. Annabeth sat up. He studied her for a beat, taking in her disheveled hair and wide eyes. Percy smiled at his work before grabbing the hem of her shirt. He looked at her for permission. "May I?"

Annabeth raised her arms above her head, letting him pull her shirt over her head and toss it to the ground. Percy had her lay back down. He leaned over her chest placing a few kisses on her breasts. Her breathing got heavier as she felt Percy smile against her skin. Annabeth held her breath completely when she felt his teeth graze over her. He kissed right where his teeth just were. She tried to hold her breath but she still groaned. Percy paused.

Percy laughed. "Did you like that, princess?"

Annabeth tried to sit up but Percy pushed her back down.

"What's wrong? Do you want to stop?" He look at her all confused. Annabeth made an attempt to speak, but her voice was shaky and she could barely get a word out. Instead she pushed him off and sat up. Percy was about to leave when she lifted her hands up. Reaching behind her she took of her bra and let it join her shirt on the floor.

"Please." Those were the only words she was able to say. Percy paused, he smiled slowly, cruelly.

He tilted her head up to look at him "Please, what? Tell me, princess."

Evil. She thought. Percy is pure evil.

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Percy looked at Annabeth expectantly.

"Well, tell me?"

Annabeth sat there, lips pursed. Percy frowned at her before running his thumb under her bottom lip. Smiling as her face fell into slight shock. He cupped her jaw in one hand and stared into her eyes, they were wide and surprised. Annabeth reminded him of a cat with the way her eyes went from deep and alluring to open and dumb.

"You're gorgeous," Percy whispered as he leaned in to kiss her. Annabeth had expected kissing Percy to feel like like electricity up her spine or a shock at the very least but it was more of a revelation, slow and fulfilling. Like something had finally clicked into place. His hand on her jaw, his lips on hers, it all made sense to her. When they finally separated he licked his lips and smiled dumbly at her. And as good as it felt when he kissed her lips his mouth on other parts of her felt even better.

The way he nipped at her collar or left feather light kisses on her neck left her weak. And if Annabeth could be honest for just a minute, it scared her to be this open with Percy. Even if she knew him for years at this point, she was still nervous to not be in control for once. But at the same time it was freeing. She had seen to much of Percy's strength to not be at least curious. He had traveled for days to find her, and when he did he held up the sky. Sure, it wasn't for as long as her but the fact that he had been fighting for gods know how long on the quest, then started fighting a titan, then finally held up the sky. He was strong

The fact Percy was this strong and this traumatized and STILL kind was nothing short of a miracle.

One of Percy's hands was resting on Annabeth's hip, he had pulled her onto his lap, her knees on either side of him. His face was level with her chest and he was taking full advantage of it, he had taken one breast to his mouth, sucking gently, he held the other in his hand, rolling her nipple between two of his fingers. She had started to grind down on his lap but a quick squeeze got her to stop. Percy had plans and he wouldn't let her ruin them.

Annabeth groaned. 'Percy, what are you going to do to me?" It seems that she had forgotten what he had asked her earlier. He opened his eyes to look at her intensely, he placed the hand rolling her her nipple back on her hip and removed his mouth from her breast with an indecent *pop*. "I mean, you never told me what you wanted me to do." He said simply. "I could tell you what I want to do to you? If you're interested of course." Despite the heat Annabeth shivered. "What are you going to do to me, Percy?"

"I want to eat you out." She blinked at his bluntness. "I want to run my tongue over your pussy and feel you shake with pleasure. I want to hear you gasp and whine when you realise I won't stop until you can't speak. I want to make you cum hold your legs open to see how wet I really make you." Percy spoke like this was a regular everyday conversation. "I want to kiss you when I fuck you, look you in your eyes. I want to force out every little moan and groan from your throat. I want to things to you I can't describe. Annabeth swallowed, a nervous look replaced by defiance.

"Then do it."

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If Percy was shocked by Annabeth's boldness than he didn't show it.

Instead he laid her down on her back and kissed her. It was soft and slow at first, then he pushed her mouth open with his tongue and she groaned into it.

As she did Annabeth tangled her fingers into his hair, tugging lightly. Percy just kept his mouth on her, not pulling away for a second. When he did he watched Annabeth gasp for air, feeling her chest rise and fall.

She rolled her head to the side leaving her neck exposed, Percy took advantage, kissing, biting and sucking on it making her breath hitch.

He loved everything about her body. Her toned muscles, soft breasts, beautiful hair, her wide eyes. It didn't seem to matter what state she was in, to him she was perfection. Percy wanted to undo her. Make her eyes unfocused, her legs weak, her hands shake.

He wanted to love her as well. To kiss her, and hold her. He needed to feel her lips whisper against his shoulder when she spoke. He wanted to hold her hand when then walked or feel her weight against him when they watched movies together. Maybe just tonight he could give in to that fantasy that she cared. Delude himself into thinking she wasn't just using him to get off.

He stopped when he heard Annabeth let out a particularly sharp gasp. He looked down at her neck and shoulders. They were covered in bites and bruises. She shaking slightly and had her legs pressed together, it took him a minute to realise she was speaking.

"Percy, -please. I can't wait. Just fuck me."

"You're so impatient, princess," Even as he said that he sat up and pulled off her shorts. The only thing covering her now was a pair of silky light purple panties. He looked at the obvious wet spot on them then back at Annabeth. She blushing and trying to hide her face.

"I'm going to ask you something and you have to answer, got it?" When she didn't answer he kissed right below her naval making her shudder. This time she nodded her head.

"I'm going to need you to speak."

Annabeth was proud, she didn't do things the way people wanted her too, but the edge in Percy's voice was warning enough for her.

"Yes, sir"

"There's no need to call me, sir"

"And you don't need to call me, princess! With how demanding you are you'd think you'd like it." She was getting annoyed with him and the way he was still willing to bicker with her.

He looked at her, clear, cold, and calculating, something she wasn't used to seeing on him. He seemed to have come to decision on what he was planning.

"I don't think you need to answer that question anymore."

His fingers hooked around her panties and slowly pulled them off. She was naked in front of him and he was completely dressed. It was so unfair.

Percy's kissed her face, then her neck, her breast, her stomach before finally reaching her cunt. He ran his tongue over it. Annabeth gasped, she hadn't expected it to be this overwhelming. Words failed her and just as she she started to get her mind together Percy licked again. He held her thighs apart licking and sucking at her clit, occasionally running his mouth down to her hole to stick his tongue in.

Eventually he lifted her up, her shoulder blades and elbows remained pressed into her mattress but her legs were over his shoulder and she pressed into his mouth.

Annabeth moaned as he licked her folds, she was so close, she tried to roll her hips over his face, pull him closer, anything to get her over the edge but it wasn't working. She cried his name, gasped and moaned, her words slurred as she spoke.

Percy waited, he wanted her beg him to let her cum. He didn't have to wait long.

"Percy... please I-I can't, please I'm so close. Percy! Fuck-! Oh gods- Percy!" Percy waited just a little longer, letting her beg just a little more. "Percy... please let me cum! Percy please!" He thought about making her wait a little longer before sucking lewdly at her clit. And with that she fell apart in his arms. Her legs shook as she almost screamed, he let the taste of her settle in his mouth before swallowing and kissing her inner thigh.

Annabeth glared at Percy. He made her beg and plead to cum. How could he walk in her room, take off her clothes, then make her beg?

He just smiled at her from where he was still crouched beneath her, before sucking on her sore sensitive clit. It made her jump and much to her embarrassment, moan. Percy held her legs open, looking at her wet, now shaking cunt.

Annabeth laid down, she was tired, and sore, she wasn't sure if she was thinking straight. She felt a blanket placed over her and a kiss on her forehead. She opened her eyes, and saw Percy looking at her with such care and love that it hurt. She lifted the blanket and gestured for him to lay with her, and when he did he held he around the waist and placed a few gentle kisses to the back of her neck.

"Night, princess."

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What is it to love? Most would say that love in the highest form is worship. Believing that the person you love is higher than any being in the known universe, that they would move mountains for you, and you for them.

Percy would say worship is distance dressed as devotion. After all, how can you love someone you can not hold, can not see, can not understand? If gods are above mortals how can they love one? If the emotions of a god and mortal are different than how do they know they love, if they see life different how would they live the same? And in the mix of gods and mortals, how does a demigod love?

Do they love like mortals, with the humanity they've been given? Or do the love like a god? With the ichor burning through their veins? Does a demigod love with the quickness and unforgiving ferocity of their god side, or the slow burning passion of mortals?

Percy, wanted to know. Was the haze of last night just going to remain a memory and he and Annabeth would go back to just friends, or would it develop into something more? He loved her, he was sure, but did she love him? Maybe she was just using him for her own pleasure, but he would give her that gladly if she let him hold her at the end.

The ever present guilt in his stomach burned as he looked at her, her sleeping form pressed into him. He placed a soft kiss on the top of her head, taking in the scent of vanilla, lemons, and caramel. Percy smiled, she smelled like lemon cake. Her lips tasted like icing, it all made sense on why she was so sweet.

At some point in the night Annabeth had found the time to put on proper pajamas, Percy felt her pull herself closer to him, the cold bite of air from the opened window making her shiver. He never wanted it to end, he wanted to hold her close to him and rest all day with her in his arms.

Annabeth had only ever thought of Percy holding her to be a dream, but here he is,face buried in her hair, breathing lightly, sleeping in her bed. She can feel his hands on her, one on her hip the slipped under her shirt and onto her back. Even in his sleep he pressed a kiss to the top of her head, she gave a content hum. The cold winter wind of New York caused her to push herself closer to him, his touch was hot on her skin.

Annabeth didn't want him to leave her. Was he five feet down the hall? Sure, but it was the principle of the matter gods damn it! She looked at the time, 7:02, Sally would be waking up soon and she usually checked on them to make sure they were in their proper rooms, and as much as she liked having Percy in her bed with she also liked not being in trouble. So, with a quick kiss (and more tears than she would admit) Percy left, he was working today as well as having plans with his school friends, she wouldn't see him until late if she stayed up or the next day if she didn't.

The weak winter sun filtered through her room, music blasted in her ears as Annabeth drew in her sketch book. She typically left her sketching to professional drawings of gods and goddesses statues or blueprints to something she wanted to build, and that's what it started as. She had been putting off drawing Poseidon for a long time and now seemed good a time as any. Shading his face, drawing then erasing a net she put on his shoulder. When she flipped the page she started the process up again, the hair, the chin, the shoulders, but upon starting his face, she messed up. Annabeth had drawn his eyes wrong. She drew the familiar eyes of Percy Jackson.

Wait? If Percy looks just like his father, shouldn't the sketch be fine? And to that dear reader I say, no. Percy has more of his mothers features than most people realize. They both have the same Half-lidded upturned eyes, thick eyelashes, hands, mole on their left hip, thin waist, and the same laugh. Their eyes crinkle the same way when they smile, they have similar ways of speaking too. To Annabeth, Percy was more Sally's son than Poseidon's. He had her determination and strength, her witt and dry humour, and most notable her rebellious spirit. Sally was kind, not a push over, and she made damn fucking sure her son was the same.

As Annabeth thought she was finishing up her sketching, she didn't even have a clear thought in her mind she just let her hand guide her. The picture looked at her and she looked at the picture. Percy stood with his arm raised to the heavens, riptide in hand, a Chiton wrapped around him, slightly falling off his shoulder. It was ripped in some places, the largest being from his hip to thigh. He had scratches on his skin but it was clear he came out victorious in battle. Annabeth smiled to herself and wrote a little note on the side if the paper, just one of the many translation of his name, most came out meaning something similar. 'Perseus: Destroyer, seeker of revenge' Ironic that he would be the one to save Olympus with a name like that.

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Annabeth knew Percy was fed up with her recent behavior. In front of his mom and Paul? She was angel, but the second it was just them, she was bratty, snarky, and more that a bit flirty. Maybe she was just trying to make up for the emotional weakness she let herself feel with him. Flirting with him to know she was desired, while keeping her heart guarded for his eventual betrayal.

It was true, wasn't it? Everyone left Annabeth if they wanted to or not. Luke betrayed camp, Thalia joined the hunt, her stepmother never liked her. To her, Annabeth was nothing but a reminder that Fredrick loved someone before her. He wasn't ready for a child when he had her, nor did he try with her when he was. All of that love and attention went to his sons, his normal, mortal sons. For Annabeth, it was only a matter of time before Percy left her too.

She wasn't sure what she was aiming for. The conflict on Percy's face when she insulted him in the same breath she said she wanted him. The way his jaw cleaned when she dismissed him so easily, how his hand balled into fists when she moved against him. His face flushing when she made crude jokes. She like his wide array of expressions

Today should have been no different. Fuck with Percy, laugh at his misfortune, mock him some more, and leave. And so far it had been no different from any other day. Sally and Paul were gone for a week doing gods know what, and while she was drawing Percy came into her room. His face was, for once, unreadable, his eyes doing that unsettling glow they did in dark rooms.

"Let's not act dumb, mom and Paul are gone, and you're most likely thinking of some way to get on my very few remaining nerves. Here's the deal: If you, Annabeth Chase, give me a normal week, I'll do whatever you ask of me, within reason." Percy sounded tired, his shirt was still wrinkled, and his hair was messed that it typically was. But Annabeth, our sweet, sweet, Annabeth is legally classified as a little shit, so she challenged Percy. "What will you do if I don't behave?"

Percy sighed heavily. "You are free to make whatever choice you want, however, you aren't free of the consequences of said choice." And with those slightly unnerving last words, he left.

Annabeth blinked. It took her a minute to take in what he said. She was curious to see what he would do. And was nothing if not willing to find out.

Percy was playing a game when she walked in. He didn't even look up, by the sound of people talking it was an online game. Still, he must have heard her come in because he asked her to wait. Annabeth just crossed her arms and said no. This time Percy looked up.

"No?" It was one word, a simple word at that, but it held so much tension. "And can I ask why you can't wait?" his voice was bored, and Annabeth didn't answer. She sat next to to him on his bed and placed her legs over his lap. Almost out of instinct, he ran his hand over her leg up to her thigh. They made brief eye contact and something passed between them. Couldn't tell you what but it both scared and excited Annabeth.

It was a little while before Percy finished his round, but when he did he turned to face her. "Your father never spanked as a kid, did he?" Out of all the things to come out of his mouth she sure as Hades wasn't excepting that. Still he wasn't done. "He doesn't know what a damn brat you are, does he?" He smiles at her like he's giving her a compliment. His hands started to roam over her body, as he pulled her onto his lap. His word about her dad made her think of him, and then she thought of Percy's relationship with his mom and she was feeling a little jealous.

Percy and Sally were close, he told her everything, she listened and vice versa. He kissed her goodbye everyday when he left, and hugged her when he came back. It was sweet, most parents of demi gods didn't want to be parents, Sally could have given up Percy and no one would have blamed her. She was nineteen for gods sake!
But she stayed and loved her son the best she could.

She snapped out of her thinking by Percy who was now tugging on the hem of her shirt. "Can I take this off?" She lifted her arm and soon her shirt lay on the ground.

Percy rested his head on her chest, feeling her breathing, listening to her heart beat. His hands rested on her hips, lightly holding her to him. He rocked with her on his lap for a bit, kissing under her jaw and on her neck. The soothing circles he rubbed into her skin made legs weak. Annabeth was happy and content with the way things were at that very moment. She was brutal kicked from this reality by Percy himself. "Stand up." He wasn't asking. Annabeth was not having it. She wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her arms behind his neck, making herself comfortable. She shouldn't have been surprised when Percy stood up. His hands holding the backs of her thighs before dropping her unceremoniously. She caught herself just in time to not fall on her ass.

Before she even got the chance to react to what Percy did he had already moved her in to a different position. He had bent her over at the side of his bed, being a little rougher than he needed to be. One hand held one of her arms down the other rested on her hip. She turned her head to glare at him, it was an awkward angle but she made it work. Percy just smiled, it looked like his regular smile, but there was something in it that made her shiver.

"I made you a deal, right? It was a good deal too!" He started."Behave and get rewarded, simple as that!" As he spoke his free hand started to slowly remove her pants. He struggled for a few seconds before they fell away to her ankles. "But its like you're incapable of being good, has anyone tried fixing your aditude?"

His hand was resting on her ass, lightly moving over it and squeezing lightly. Percy leaned down and kissed the back of her neck, his lips trailed over her skin leaving soft bites and trembling legs. He was going to make her beg wasn't he? Beg for whatever it was he was going to do to her, he knew she didn't have patience of any sort, and while he lacked it as well, he possessed more than her. The main problem she had was that it was working. She wanted to know what he had in mind for her, he was already a bit rougher than he needed to be.

His hand gave a particularly harsh squeeze to her ass before he grabber her by the jaw and forced her to look at him. "Am I being too rough? I don't want hurt you." He seemed to think for a second. "Not too bad at least." Annabeth shook her head no and that would be all the confirmation Percy needed. He let go of her face and let his hand go back to her ass, only this time he brought it down fast. The resulting smack was music to his ears.

Annabeth's breath hitched in her throat, it stung, she didn't know what to expect but the sting wasn't it. Other injuries had dull pains or aches, but the sharp sting was something different, it was humiliation felt physically. Percy didn't stop at one either, he brought his hand down again and again and each time he did Annabeth felt her face get redder and tears picking the corners of her eyes.

The hitching breath she tried to hold back came out in short breathy gasps and broken sobs before she let go. She gave in to letting her breath out in soft moans and pants, Percy's name barley on her lips. The sting didn't hurt the way it did when he started. It had morphed and burned it's was deep into her skin, lighting a small hot fire in the core of stomach.

The sound of his hand meeting her skin suddenly stopped and Annabeth gave a disappointed whine. He pulled her up and gave her a kiss, her bottom lip held between his teeth before he let it turn more gentle. He was whispering something to her, soft and sweet. His hand, the very one that struck her, was now rubbing into her skin softly, like he was trying to push away the pain. He pulled pulled way from her lips and gave her a final kiss on the temple. "You sound gorgeous, princess, but it's clear you were enjoying yourself too much."

She was ashamed to say it was true. It stung but it didn't hurt, partly because Percy wasn't hitting her nearly as hard as he could have. She nodded at him and bent down to grab her clothes when he stopped her. 

"You can stay for bit, right?" He was asking, it wasn't a command dressed as a question, he actually wanted her to stay and he was nervous about it. He couldn't make eye contact with her as if she would yell at him if he did. And even though Percy wouldn't look at her, she smiled. 

"I'll stay,"