Chapter Three
A/N: Random, fluffy scene I thought it would be cute to add. It’s mainly dialogue. I’m a little lazy today.
He turned up the radio, smirking.
“What?” Annabeth asked from the passenger seat.
“Oh, nothing.”
“She won’t ever get enough once she gets a little touch. If I had it my way, you know that I’d make her say ooooooh, ooooooh… Well my first kiss went a little like this. And twist. And twist.”
Annabeth laughed. “You remember our first kiss?”
“Yeah. You completely sprung it on me. I had to try to remember my name after that.”
When he glanced at her she was blushing.
“What?” he muttered.
“Nothing—I just didn’t know that.”
He smirked. “What did you think?”
“Um…”
“Come on. Tell me.”
She shrugged. “It wasn’t as good as our second.”
“Yeah,” he said, grinning fully now as he thought about it. “And our third.”
“That’s our thing now. Underwater kisses.”
“We have a thing?”
“Yeah—underwater kisses.”
He rolled his eyes.
“So where are we going, by the way?”
“Well, I was thinking we needed to go shopping for our trip to Montauk.”
“Montauk? Percy, we just got back from Athens!”
He grabbed his wife’s hand. “Wise Girl, I’m offering to take you shopping. No complaining. No whining or teasing. And then we can get away for a while longer. No more hounding parents or phone calls. You don’t have to meet my grandparents for any more lunches.” He squeezed her hand. “And we can practice our thing. Oh, and then we can kiss underwater.”
“Awful, Seaweed Brain,” she muttered. “But we don’t need another escape so soon, do we?”
Percy pulled the car into the parking spot, looking towards the mall. “My mom called the other night. I had to tell her we were going to Montauk to get out of her newest plan to keep me from abandoning her all together. So, yes, we’re going on vacation.”
She crossed her arms, sending Percy her disapproval look.
He groaned. “Annabeth, I will buy you anything. Please, please, please.”
“Anything?”
“Anything,” he promised.
“So you’ll go with me to Victoria’s Secret?”
He arched an eyebrow. “Do you shop there?”
“You would know.”
He cocked his head, thinking about it for a moment. Finally, he opened his car door, walking around to open Annabeth’s. As he helped her out of the car, he said, “I’ll go with you to Victoria’s Secret. But what’s the punishment in that, again?”
“Isn’t it kind of degrading?”
He slung his arm around her shoulders and stuck his other hand in his pocket. “Picking out the lingerie my wife is wearing? Having a sneak peak to what’s underneath everything? Degrading? Worth it.”