Percy and Annabeth Chap. 35

35 .  What The Hell, Annabeth?


My eyes froze, unblinking, unmoving. The nervous Annabeth on top of me had halted her breathing, too anxious for my answer. Her hand traced down to my belly . . . and lower.
"Percy?" She questioned, looking incredibly scared at what my response would be. A strand of hair fell loose from the rest, but with a shaking hand, I brushed it away.
"A-Annabeth," I choked, closing my eyes. She laughed once, shakily, but then choked on some tears. She was crying herself over just to try this.
"A-Annabeth," I choked again, stroking her cheek with the back of my fingers. Her whole body shuddered at the sensation. I couldn't help myself anymore. It was if she had read my mind, because her lips slowly descended until we brushed lightly, and she shuddered once again.
A nervous giggle burst through her lips, but it was silenced almost right away. My greediness for her love had overcome me, our lips crushed, but gentle in a way together I'd never assumed was possible. An electric shock surged through my body, and I moaned softly. Annabeth seemed to like that, so she kissed even harder, our tongues wrapped around each other as if they were one.
Then, the kiss was over. Annabeth rolled off of me, panting extremely heavy, her whole chest rising and falling.
"G-go get ready," Annabeth panted. She didn't mean the quest . . . she meant . . . I couldn't bring myself to the embarrassing thoughts. Me? Naked in front of her? It only made me feel uneasy, with butterflies going round and round in my stomach. Sure, I wasn't saying I wouldn't enjoy it, I was saying it was . . . a first timer. Annabeth obviously thought so too, because her whole face was a beloved pink.
Thalia knew all along, I just realized. My mind battled itself as one side called me stupid, while the other called me "not paying the darn attention to stuff". I swallowed deeply, and stood up, walking toward the restroom.
"Just . . . wait for me there," Annabeth's voice whispered through my ears. I nodded fervently, and shut out all noises and sight, but not before I heard a zipper unzip. My mind tensed, my muscles contracting. A bead of sweat formed near the base of my hair, and rolled slowly down the side of my temple. I had to get ready too, and the thought made me all shivery, but warm as well. The ultimate . . . expression of love.
I took off my pants and shirt in a blur. It was as if I had moved at supersonic speeds to compensate for the actions I was doing. My body waged a war against itself, panicking . . . enjoying.
"Percy," her whisper carried to the bathroom. I took a deep breath, and turned, walking with pretend confidence into the room.
Annabeth's clothes lay in a heap, but . . . never mind. Her bra lay just a few feet away. I gulped, but then, an epiphany hit me. If she was committed, I should be committed. She was the love of my life, and I would do whatever it took to save her. Whatever it took. The fear drained out of my body, replacing it with just the attraction and appreciation I felt toward Annabeth. Love.
I turned my gaze toward the bed. Annabeth was sitting up, holding the blankets up to her neck. She was nervous, very nervous. I strode across the room, making it to Annabeth's side in a few seconds.
"Percy," she whispered, and I crawled into the bed with her. We stared at each other for a minute, and then I passionately grabbed her face and kissed her. Her hands fell limp, the golden veil that blocked her eyes were pushed away. The blankets fell, and we submerged in a world of passion.



A bird woke me, the cawing, the chirping had woken me. I blinked sleepily. Why was I so tired? Then I glanced Annabeth sleeping soundly, snuggled close to my naked chest, her face filled with so much happiness it would make any man smile. It all came back to me. Last night . . . my cheeks flamed, and I looked down, toward the ruined blankets. They weren't technically ruined; just torn a little at several places at the iron grip of my hand. They were made of silk on the outside, cotton on the inside though, if reasoned why I tore it so easily. I noticed Annabeth's slender arm wrapped around my belly, not letting go, as if it feared I would rise to leave.
I felt a sudden urge, I guess because our love was still so fresh, and I fervently hoped that it would stay this way. I kissed her lips, and her eyes opened, and a loving smile spread across her lips, her eyes filled with so much joy.
"Percy."
"Mmm?" My fingers brushed her neck, and she grasped it with her soft fingers.
"Percy," she repeated, a blush rising to her cheeks. It was obvious she was thinking about the night before. A felt my own heat rising to my cheeks, and I kissed her, half hoping she wouldn't see my blush with my distraction. She noticed and interpreted my actions, stopping my movement with a finger to my lips.
"Nope," she giggled, but still gave in. Her arms draped nicely around my neck, pulling me urgently toward her.
I kissed her a long time, then took a breath through my mouth before resuming the kiss. I revolved around her, and I was sure she was the same about me.
Then an important part of my memory burst its way in, through all my feelings. We both cleared our throats at the same time,
"Quest."
"Right . . . ," I said awkwardly. "I'll help you get ready." I got off the bed quickly and went into the shower room. My hands opened the curtain and I turned the faucet knob. A storm of cold water shot from the tube above, and I closed the curtains to find some decent clothes.
Annabeth had already put on the clothes she had on last night, obviously as a cover up so that she could walk back to her cabin without drawing notice.
"Percy, here," she said, tossing me a white undershirt, a long-sleeved black shirt with buttons, and blue jeans.
Fashion. Always had a problem with fashion. Not Annabeth – me. I nodded gratefully and caught the clothes as it flew at me. As I was about to turn, something hit me on the side of my cheeks, and my head quickly snapped back to Annabeth, curious.
Her hand was over her mouth, her cheeks pink, I glanced down. A pair of socks and underwear.
"Thanks," I murmured, and turned to the shower. I set my clothes down on the table in the shower room, pushed the curtain aside, and went in. It was blazing hot, and I leapt to the side to avoid any more burns. My skin turned red on the front half my body, and I was sure my skin would be ultra sensitive.
My hands gripped the faucet clumsily, cuss words flowing silently underneath my breath. I turned it neatly back to the "blue", zone, and the water cooled dramatically, but the hot steam and burns on my skin remained.
After I finished, I stepped out of the shower and dried myself with a thick towel. My fingers grabbed my undershirt and quickly thrust it over my body. I winced as the fabric rubbed against my skin. Underwear wasn't hard, and after I finished that, I quickly pulled on my jeans. They were just the perfect size. Give it to Annabeth to estimate it. I shrugged into my nice, black-button shirt but didn't button it. I preferred the undershirt showing more, and I walked gallantly into the room.
Annabeth wasn't there.
I searched wildly at the corners, the places where she would hide – could hide, but to no avail.
"Annabeth," I asked, worried, and rushed to the cabin door. It was unlocked; she had left. Back to her cabin probably. No need to worry. My hands gripped the handle and twisted it clockwise. A sudden breeze engulfed me, and I took a fresh, deep breath.
I remembered I didn't have any shoes, so I went back into the cabin, grabbed some socks and pulled them on. My shoes were just near the cabin door, so I grabbed those and quickly rushed them onto my feet. Now prepared, I opened the cabin door again and strode silently over to cabin six. The wet, green grass squished underneath my feet, the dew separating and sticking to my shoes, and the morning mist that flowed over the hillside grabbing at my face. It felt good. Cabin six was just in front of me, just a few steps. I took the handle with three of my fingers and twisted it. The door opened without needing a push, and I stepped in, head first.
"Annabeth?" I called. The whole Athena cabin was empty. Weird. I was about to head to the shower room for investigating; I had swept the outside room for any signs of movement, but it seemed like there had been none, but I noticed Annabeth's old clothes on the floor. Was she . . . changing? I flushed and looked away from the shower room – toward the cabin door with the glistening six attached just above the middle.
"Percy?" Emerged a whisper. It was a hopeful whisper, a nervous whisper. A pair of soft, warm arms wrapped themselves around my stomach. Relief coursed through me, and I turned my head, but was already too late; her head was already there, and our lips met.
She giggled and let out a breath, "what do you think?" And the pressure around my stomach vanished. I turned my one eighty and my eyes widened.
"Annabeth, y-you l-look . . . ," I stammered.
"Not fit for a quest," she finished, and I chuckled. She wore a silk, white dress, her wavy hair looking ultra-refined, having a glowing, gold aura radiating from her. It was as if the camera screwed up in defining the lines and had just decided on leaving the golden haze around the character. A bracelet hung on her right hand, and in it was a picture of me. A thin, but sturdy string hung from the bracelet, and at the end was a sapphire. I glanced up to her face, noticing at last that she was wearing a hint of makeup – the faintest hint. Her eyes lids were faintly lavender when she blinked, her eyes looking more defined. She wore no lipstick (thank god), but of course, she used some kind of moisturizer for her face.
"I-I'll need to catch up," I stuttered, walking toward her, her arms raised, and we embraced in her familiar bear hug.
"A tux," I explained, but I was sure she knew that. "But what about the quest?" It hurt me to say the word, but Annabeth quickly filled it in.
"Chiron canceled. Some guy in the Underworld who worked for Hades got mad, and blurt out all the information. He was trying to find a way to manipulate spirits to combine and release godly energy. Yeah, Zeus and Poseidon will deal with him."
A sigh of relief rushed out of my mouth, and I kissed her cheek. "A tux," I whispered, kissing her neck.
She struggled to find the words, "y-yeah them – they d-don't – they h-have good tuxes d-down in . . ."
"Down where?" I murmured, wrapping my arms around her waist, swaying.
"D-down near t-the . . . m-mall," she sighed and fell limply into my arms. I wrapped an arm under her legs and another around her back, carrying her as a groom would do to a bride – to the bed. I lay her down, and stared at her lovingly for a few seconds. She was sleeping – tired from last . . . night. It made me blush at the thought. Annabeth . . .
I pushed the thought from my mind and concentrated on a single goal.
Tux. Tuxedo.
A black tuxedo.
A black, large tuxedo.
And make sure my hair is nice.
"Great," I muttered, and started to the door, my hand just inches away from the brass knob.
"Near the mall?" I continued, talking to myself. "Hmm . . ."
And my fingers turned the knob and opened the door, the golden light engulfing me in its wonderful color. The whole world opened itself to me, as if I was blind and was seeing for the first time.



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