Road Trip, Chapters 11-15
written by SkylarCraze, a Warrior of Writing
CHAPTER 11: Wakey, Wakey!
Author's Note:
Hey there. This is a quick update, I know. But I wasn't in the best of moods, so this came out. So, yeah. Enjoy, my loves.
PS: You guys always mention my cliffhangers. I'll tell you a little secret…
…I LOVE THEM! It's only because they make me like the books, wonder about them, and get them into my head. So, yeah. They DO cause a lot of distress and stuff. But it gets ya thinkin', dunnit? ;-)
Annabeth's POV:
I woke up with two things: a serious migraine and Percy cuddled with me.
The second kind of erased the first, but only for a bit, since the sweet feeling that was bubbling inside of me was overwhelming in the best way possible. I felt perfectly at peace, but was overflowing with a sense of…security and deliciousness. His arms kind of did that, I guess.
They were smooth and long and not hard like most guys, but just hard enough. They were…well, perfect. And when the held me tightly, yet not too tightly, and I purred with delight. That's what they made me feel. Wrapped around me, I mean.
Delight. Joy. Soft. Sweet.
I yawned, and felt Percy grumble. Slowly, last night seeped back in. I didn't even want to think about the dream. Why should I? It was only a dream.
It was nothing. Nothing. Nothing to be worried about…nothing to care about.
But it scared me. It scared me so, so much.
After remembering the dream my mind began registering what a weakling, what a girl, I'd been once the fear had gripped me. Percy must think of me as some stupid damsel in distress. Some kind of girly girl.
Yuck. How was I supposed to live this down?
Oh, you stupid girl, said a voice at the back of my head. The rational one that I really didn't like all that much. Its PERCY. Just tell him. He'll understand. He always does.
I smiled at that. He did always understand. He wasn't judgmental or anything like that. He just had a bit of an over-protectiveness issue. Not that, in my current situation, I minded.
Ugh. Maybe the whole girly girl thing hadn't just been when I was scared. Maybe it was when I was hormonal, too.
A bit later, I realized how I was sleeping. If you haven't guessed, I wasn't the most conscious person at that time. But when I saw the way we were sitting, I was a hell of a lot more alert.
I was pretty much on top of Percy, in his lap, even. My legs were thrown over his, like some kind of throw, one of them in between his. One of my hands was on his shoulder the other on his abs. And, really, they felt good there.
But the worst part was that my head was nuzzling his neck. And that felt far, far too good. I barely contained myself from kissing his neck a little, since my lips were already touching it.
I swallowed hard.
It was scary how much I wanted to kiss him, touch him, everything him, at that moment. I wished I could, but instead I lay perfectly still. It was hard to do anything at that moment. Especially move.
But, somehow, a laugh took over. I wanted to laugh at the fact that I'd been all sweet and mellow….then a second later I wanted to devour the sexy, wonderful guy beneath me. His hair was messy. His skin smooth. His face built in this sharp, beautiful way. And his neck…his neck held this smell, this way.
At that moment, I was willing to do anything, anything, to keep him as mine. Forever.
But he just had to wake up.
Percy's POV:
I woke up with this beautiful girl in my arms.
Since I was barely conscious, I thought it was just some girl. I kissed the girl's hair, relishing this smell it had. It was an addicting smell, lemony and almost like laundry detergent, but subtler.
I noticed that the hair was blonde. Annabeth has blonde hair…Hmm…, I thought. What a coincidence. My thoughts were like that, empty yet full. This body on top of me felt perfect against mine. Made me a bit horny, but it kind of tamed me at the same time. It was firm and smooth and long and fantastic.
And, best of all, it was tangled with mine.
I yawned, stretching my body and taking my arms away from the girl. She was curled up on top of me, but wasn't all that heavy. But stretching wasn't a very good move for two reasons;
Because I got my feeling more of this girl's body against mine, and, man, it felt hot. She was partially between my legs which made this lazy, goofy smile erupt onto my face.
And because then I saw her face.
And it made me wonder…when'd I become so stupid?
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CHAPTER 12: Jokes On Me
Author's Note: Well, my loves. It has been a bit. I'm actually kind of scared to write this story…BECAUSE SOMEONE SNEAKY I KNOW READ IT. Well, part of the beginning. I think I'm going to have to end it short…
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Percy's POV:
You could say that the moment I saw her eyes, I freaked.
I would say that I just…reacted.
"ANNABETH!" I said, bolting up, out of the delicious position. Which, I think, killed part most of my happy vibes.
"Huh?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Oh. Uh…'Percy?'" She mimicked my tone. Which wasn't very nice. But was plenty sexy. It was remarkable she could just seem so calm. It was even kind of frustrating. Didn't…the way we slept bug her? Make her feel embarrassed?
Almost as if on cue, her face turned pink. Then from pink to red. Then from red to a deep flush was was tomato red, but only visible at certain moment, like a barely visible layer underneath her skin.
She looked rosy. She looked beautiful. And she had slept in my arms.
The way I felt could be expressed by me saying this: If a plane crashed through our window and killed me, I'd die an extremely happy man.
I was out of the bed by now. It was sick how I'd taken advantage of her last night. And not even regongnized her in the morning! Hey, I'd thought. Annabeth has blonde hair.
I was an idiot. Such an absolute IDIOT.
"Um," I started, "What just happened?"
Her eyebrows knitted together, making her look cute. "You jumped out of the bed. Why?"
Now I felt a bit more frustrated. That's why my next few words came out in a harsher tone.
"Annabeth. You know whatI'm talking about."
Her face changed. She looked like steel. Or stone. Or both.
"Yes. And you know that I don't want to talk about it. Can't we just forget it, Percy?"
I groaned on the inside. God dammit. This is what always happens. Why does she have to be like this? I asked myself. WHY can't she just be like all other girls and TELL me what they're feeling. Not be CRYPTIC about every word she says. Give me a double meaning to EVERYTHING.
"Fine," I mumbled, slowly walking towards the bathroom. When I was at the door, I stopped to look at her. "I hope you're okay now."
She gave me a look that could freeze me solid. "I'm fine," she said curtly.
Once I was in the bathroom, I leaned against the door. This was stupid. The way her body felt on mine shouldn't do this to me. I shouldn't be fantasizing about what I would do to her next…the way I would kiss her…the way I would hold her.
Slow down, boy, said that stupid rational voice. You know that's wrong.
Oh, shut up, said another newer voice. This was crazy. Voices? In my head. Puh-lease. I think sleeping holding Annabeth had a worse affect than I'd thought. You know if you just kissed her, just once, she'd succumb to your manliness.
Ha. Not only was the voice weird, it was also stupid.
"Please," I snorted, talking to the voice. "As if she's like that."
Oh, the voice smiled. Women are ALL like that, boy.
I wanted to responde, but I realized what I was doing. I wanted to yell at myself for being such a wimp, for being such an eleven-year old. I wasn't supposed to feel like this.
Men only felt attracted. They did not feel like they were melting when a girl sleep in a bed with them. And on top of them.
But…how good she'd looked there. I felt like it was just her and me, in that room. Nothing else. One moment that went on forever.
Damn it. I was kidding myself before.
I wasn't falling in love with her.
I was in love with her.
Annabeth's POV:
He ran away.
He left. He didn't want to see me after that. I could see it in his eyes, the guilt, the panic, the frustration. Probably at why he'd done what he'd done.
I felt like I was going explode.
My head was pounding. My eyes burned with some tears. I was so stupid. How could I have deluded myself into thinking last night, sleeping in his arms, had meant more than just being with a friend to him. I wished I could take a hammer and bang my head into sense.
But how good he'd looked t working. And the way his plush, creamy-looking lips had pressed into my hair, a light kiss. A kiss, that I, the pathetic girly girl-Rachel duplicate, would probably replay in my head for the rest of the year.
Because that's how good it made me feel. Just one little kiss. It made me feel like I was flying, like I was in heaven. Like this hot desire, this sweetness, it all made sense. That there was nothing, nothing, in the world but Percy and his kisses.
And, afterwards, it made me realize I'd been kidding myself yesterday. Falling in love with him? No.
Already in love with him?
I'd have to say yes.
I got out of bed, and walked, with the speed of a slug, to the bag of clothing. I pulled out some jeans and a big black jumper.
I walked to the bathroom, unable to handle the hesitation. I felt a nervous flutter pass through me. But I swallowed it and just when I was about to knock, the door swung open and my fist landed on Percy's chest.
"Oh," I said, jumping back from Percy. The simply touch to his chest made thousands of little statics pass through me, making me wanted to open my hand and push him to the floor, then…
Annabeth. Wake up, said my conscience.
I did. And just in time to see a girl was in the bathroom. A girl who'd, seemingly, climbed through the window of the bathroom and jumped in on Percy showering.
A girl with jet black hair and a goth-y look that was one of a kind.
"She busted me in the bathroom," said Percy wryly, his jaw set, like he was kind of embarrassed and angry at the same time. I noticed that he looked very, very good standing in the bathroom, on his jeans a shirt on. A kind of v-neck shirt, that emphasized his scrumptious body.
Thalia Grace grinned at me. "Heya, Annabeth. Fancy seeing you here."
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- S. Craze.
CHAPTER 13: Two Idiots Plus Thalia
Author's Note: Okay. I'm sorry. I'm seriously, SERIOUSLY sorry. I feel like I haven't updated in forever. Its just, I've been busy, ya know. Trying to get my groove back. Well. I guess I found it, because last night I has the sudden urge to write again! :-D
I know! Awesome, right? Well, hopefully, this means updating more frequently.
Anyway, continuing from our last moment…a moment with a little someone named Thalia.
Btw, this chapter is looooong. I thought I'd treat you because I left such a huge gap between now and my last update.
Percy's POV:
I had been in the shower, trying to wash off all my worries. And, man, it felt great!
I was just starting to relax, but then I heard the crack, then great pull and crash. One that sounded scarily a lot like someone opening the window.
I wrapped the pouring water around my fist like a weapon, shaping the water into a heavy ball that would hurt very much if it hit you in the face. Slowly, I peered from behind the shower curtain. And who do I see?
Thalia. Thalia Grace. Standing in the middle of an occupied bathroom, occupied by me; brushing off her knees.
"Thalia?" I asked, my voice incredulous.
She raised her eyebrows, the shoot me a glance, from my place; peering from behind a shower curtain.
"Percy," she said, nodding in regard. "What's up?"
My mouth was hanging open. Then, my face turned red. I grabbed my clothes, that were nearby and shut off the water, still not responding to Thalia. Then, within a minute. I was changed and ready.
"Don't ever come in from the window again," I said.
She winked. "No problem-o, cousin."
I opened the door and, just as I began stepping out Annabeth knocked on my chest. I gazed at her, my eyes expressing just about everything she needed to know about how I felt.
"Look who decided to interrupt my shower," I said wryly, telling her pretty much everything through my eyes. Hers sparkled with understanding.
"Hey there, Annabeth. Fancy seeing you here," said Thalia, her smile in place.
Annabeth opened and closed her mouth. I suppressed a smile. She gaped at Thalia, and the first thing she asked was, "You came in through the bathroom?"
I couldn't help it now. I had to smile. She was so cute, standing there in…
"Annabeth," I said, without thinking, "Why are you wearing my sweater?"
Her eyebrows shot up, just like Thalia's.
"Yeah, Annabeth," smiled Thalia, tilting her head. "Why are you wearing Percy's sweater?"
I snuck a look at Thalia. Annabeth was shrinking under Thalia gaze, in a way only Thalia managed to make her shrink.
Damn it. Thalia was going to make things so much more difficult.
Annabeth's POV:
"Huh?" I said smartly, still stuck in my spot from shock.
Percy's sweater. That's why it was so big. I looked down at the extra fabric , pushed back so that I could access my hands. I suddenly felt very aware of what I was wearing. Part of my shoulder was clearly in view. The cleavage…well, let's not talk about that. And my skinny jeans? Well, they only added to the…bigness of the sweater.
"Yeah, Annabeth," smiled Thalia, her eyes sparkling. She was so onto me. "Why are you wearing Percy's sweater?"
I felt my mouth open and close. How the hell was I supposed to respond to all this? I answer like this: "Mistake. It, um, was a mistake. I'll change."
Percy just stared at me some more, his eyes like question marks being shoved in my face. Or maybe that was guilty conscience.
"No," he said, his face softening a little, "Its fine."
And, for a moment there, there was nothing but me and Percy in the room. I could feel the sweetness in his voice, his voice itself wrapping around me like a blanket. I almost sighed.
But then I glanced at Thalia.
Her lips were pressed in a firm line, and she looked like she was going to burst into laughter. So, I put on a tight smile and said to Percy, "Percy? I have to talk to Thalia for a second, okay? We'll go the beach. And we'll be back soon."
And then, I grabbed Thalia's quaking-from-needing-to-laugh body and dragged her out the door.
Once we were on the elevator and safely out of earshot, Thalia burst. Her laughter was harmless, yeah, but it still stung. I felt humiliate, but made an effort not to show it. I turned my head and stuck my nose in the air.
"Annabeth," she finally said. "I missed you."
My mask was thrown. I didn't expect that. So I smiled and said, "Getting touchy-feely on me, now, Thals?"
She sneered, "Hell no. I just missed how naïve and blind you are to your boy up there. And how he's the exact same."
She started with her laughter again, but cut it short. A more serious look came over her face as we exited the elevator and headed for the back door of the hotel, one that lead to the beach.
"Annabeth," she said; her voice now serious. "You do see what he feels, right?"
I smiled wryly. I couldn't keep anything from Thalia. So I wouldn't even try. "Embarrassed for waking up with my on top of him? I think I have a clue."
Thalia's jaw fell, her eyes popping out. "What?"
I told her the entire story in an emotionless voice, staring out into the black-gray sea. I couldn't look into her eyes. If I did, I might say too much.
But her reaction was completely wrong. She smiled a warm smile, one that was just about as rare as Thalia herself. She reached out and held my face in her hands.
"Annabeth. You've got to know this. Percy did not jump out of bed because he felt…promiscuous," I raised my eyebrows at her vocab-use. "He's not that type of guy. You and I both know that. He's the type who probably jumped out of bed because he felt like he was taking advantage of you."
I guffawed as she let go of my face, stepping back to watch me. "Please. Me? Advantage? No. Percy and I…are we like that?"
She shook her head. "You're not the formal type. But, as much as I hate admitting it, Percy's a good guy with good intentions. He probably felt like he was using you."
I gave this some thought. She was right. Percy was more the type to think like that than to be promiscuous and/or feel promiscuous. "But…," I said, my eyes still confused, distant. "He doesn't like me like that."
Thalia sighed and tired, long sigh. "Seriously, Annabeth? Can we get one thing straight? Percy. Likes. You."
"Fine," I said, "Let's say that's possible. Then, if it is, why isn't he making a move?"
"Annabeth," Thalia groaned, clutching her head now. "You're not this stupid! Stop being this stupid! Think about it. Why? Why did he jumped out of bed? Why doesn't he make a move? They're the same thing! Have the same REASON."
I thought about this. I thought about this for a long time. It made sense. But…it felt odd. Unsettling. Could it be true? Could it not?
"I think," I said, gulping, "I know what to do."
Thalia let go of her head, and, now, I looked straight into her piercing blue eyes. She could see what I was going to do. She nodded and smiled.
I guessed I was going to have to do something now.
Percy's POV:
They had been gone a while now. Annabeth and Thalia, being BFFL, liked talking. I wondered what they were talking about.
Right now, I was sitting in our hotel room, holding another can of coke, watching some Lifetime Channel movie. I was waiting for them to come back. And, bored as I was, I let my thoughts go off.
What did they find? I think you can guess.
I thought about the way she looked in my sweater. It was big on her, hanging off her body, the bottom nearing her knees. Part of the collar was hanging off her shoulder, exposing part of it. Her hair had been pulled into a messy ponytail and her eyes were sparkling. Her skin was tanned and clear, as usually. It was weird how angelic she looked, standing there in my black sweater and her blue skinny jeans.
She was like some kind of custom-made-for-me angel.
Pulling my thoughts to a halt, a knock echoed through the room. I got up quickly, and rushed to the door at a pathetic speed. It was sick how much I hoped it was Annabeth, back from the beach, with Thalia, too.
I opened the door and got half my hope. Thalia was standing, Barbie-doll hate and all, in front of the door. She was small, but super mighty. She pushed past me and sat down on the edge of the bed.
I was still standing by the door when she said, "Sit down, Seaweed Brain."
The thing is, me and Thalia don't get along because I hated getting bossed around and Thalia loves bossing people around. I stiffened, but closed the door, then leaned on it.
"I'm fine here, thanks."
She let out a long sigh. "Fine. I'll make this quick. I brought you some Fitz leaves."
I raised my eyebrows, now moving towards her. "What are those?" I asked as I sat down on the chair across from her.
"Leaves that prevent the gods from watching you. Like a hide away from them," she smiled. "I thought with trip of yours, you and Annabeth would want some. How much've they been bugging you?"
I smiled wryly. "They've started. It's not so bad, though."
"Hmmm," she said, still gazing at me. "Well, take some. There's going to come a moment where you'll want to be completely out of the gods' surveillance."
She winked at me in a way that made me think Thalia saw a lot more than I knew. This made me, the moron, say, "How much do you know?"
She grinned again, but this time it was softer. "I know enough to want to puke. You two are idiots."
I almost growled. "Shut up, Thalia. Not the time to joke. Now, seriously. Don't say anything to Annabeth."
Her eyes began to blaze. "I'll say whatever I want to Annabeth."
I let out an angry stream of breath. "Thalia! Don't you see how awkward that'll make her feel?"
She rolled her eyes, and then got up. She looked like she wanted to punch me. Instead she grabbed my collar and brought my face within inches of her angry one. Then she yelled, "She LIKES you, you idiot! Now, man up!"
Then, she let go and started for the door. I nearly shouted. "Wait!" I said. "Thalia! Please."
She slumped. Then, she slowly turned around. "You guys need to stop being so stupid. You'll let this pass! And then you'll be left with nothing…no one…"
For a moment, I could see this...vulnerability in Thalia. I could see how much she missed Luke, how much his passing hurt her. I was one of the only people who knew about that. Thalia. And Luke.
"I-I'm sorry," I sputtered. "I just, I don't know how to do it. You don't understand. I love her, Thalia. I don't like her."
She stared at me for a while. Then she said, "All the more reason to do it."
And then she left.
Well, then. Whaddaya guys think?! I really like writing this chapter. Especially the part with Thalia. I always loved her character. I felt really bad…because she loved Luke so much, I could almost feel it.
Anyway, I hope you guys liked this. I'm sorry I'm still stretching this out, but I want you guys to get the full effect when they finally kiss and stuff. But, hey! We're making progress. And, okay. I'll give you a hint about the next chapter…
…they finally kiss.
Okay? Happy?
LOL. Well, now, if you want the next chappie I expect some reviews, mon amours.
Love;
S. Craze.
CHAPTER 14: Heaven In My Arms
Author's Note: Well, because of an AWESOME author, who totally updated their story because it was so utterly fantastic, I've updated early. The story is called "Forever starts with Fifteen Minutes."
PLEASE CHECK IT OUT! It deserves many, many, many reviewers. And readers. And lovers. ;-)
Anywho; here's the long awaited kiss. *giggle-giggle*
I hope you guys like! :-D
PS: The Fitz leaves are not jokes. I said before I was thinking of incorporating some…serious love and I wasn't kidding. LOL. ;-)
Percy's POV:
After Thalia left, Annabeth came in. She smiled, but had this confused look on her face. "She left already?"
I nodded, sipping my Coke. It's time to man up, man, I thought. Time to kiss the girl.
Oh, no. Disney songs? This wasn't going to end well.
So, slowly, I got up and tried to say it; tried to say Oh, Annabeth, I need to talk to you. Instead I blurted, "We should go."
She raised her eyebrows; obviously, she had been expecting something else. I wondered…can she read minds? I mean, she sure as heck is smart enough.
But then, as my eyes roamed over to those eyebrows, I saw her chiseled cheekbones, her intelligent, sexy eyes. Her incredibly tempting lips. Her soft long (so, so long) blonde mane. It was tied back in that messy ponytail, a few strands and her bangs in her face.
I wanted to kiss her then. Just a small touch, just to hold her, just for a moment. To slowly take her into my arms and kiss her eyelids, to press my lips to her cute ears, her nose, her cheeks. I wished I could just…kiss her.
But I didn't. The moment, as much as I wanted it to be, wasn't right.
Yet this weird streak of courage was in me. I was on fire from this…courage. I felt like I could take on the world!
But…behind that courage, I felt a single spot, dedicated to a single person, where I was so weak I could fall to my knees and worship, love, this person.
Guess who?
Annabeth's POV:
He was staring at me funny.
Ever since I walked through the door after talking to Thalia, who had left just as quickly as she came, Percy was watching me with this intensity. It wasn't hard to look at. Actually it was hard not to look at. It intimidated me, which was weird since Percy is probably the last person who could do that. But this stare was…intimate. It made me shiver. It was like his sea-green orbs cut through me, staring right at my soul.
And, somehow, I still end up with unresolved sexual tension.
I mean, I wonder, why? Why can't I get a grip on myself? Why was I so head-over-heels, let-me-make-out-with-you in love? Why was I in love?
I answered that question almost immediately. I mean, it was Percy. He was our average American boy; heroic, cute, goofy, funny…
I could go on. I don't think either of us would like that. Much.
But going back to the present, he was still staring at me. So, I started packing. We said nothing, but it was okay. Silences between myself and Percy over there, were never difficult or awkward. They were just…too intimate.
And that scared me.
See, Thalia's little visit showed me a lot about myself. It was kind of funny. She just flashes a streak of black and blue, and figures out so much about myself I did not know.
I realized how scared of risking our (myself and Percy's) friendship, I was. I saw how much our intimacy scared us. And I saw how little I thought of myself. I was Athena's child! I wasn't ugly! What was I to think I didn't deserve him?
But…these thoughts, they were a lot like me, but they didn't feel right. They were lies I fed to myself and other. They were fake, place-holders.
I didn't know if I deserved him. We were so different, it was difficult to tell. And he was…Percy. He was pure and good and totally naïve, which only made him cuter. When I was around him, I felt so...mean.
These thoughts kept me pretty occupied. They erased that horniness I'd been facing for the last while. I felt…nothing. Neutral. Zoned out. It was odd, but really let me think.
"So, we done?" asked Percy, watching me again. He'd been absorbed with some fish movie, Shark Tale or something.
I scoffed, but my eyes smiled. "Like you helped."
He looked generally shocked. I laughed as he said, "Oh, please. I was here, giving you perfectly good entertainment."
We laughed and joked as we left the hotel, paying after leaving our room. I dumped our stuff in the back seats and slid into the front seat.
I was still wearing Percy's sweater and it was hiding my hands, making it seem even more over-sized than it already was. Part of it was rumpled and probably made me look like a hobo, but I didn't care. It smelt good, like a seabreeze; weirdly refreshing. And I was having fun. This neutral thing was great.
I looked out the window and saw that it was dark. I gazed out at the dark sea, the hint of the moon, sparkling. Then, I looked towards the hotel. I saw Percy coming our way, dodging cars, and smiling weakly as he blurted sorry when he almost got run over. I laughed.
He came into the car and sighed. He was looking out the window, too.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I sighed. The sea grass was blowing with the wind, making me feel ticklish even though I was far away.
Percy was staring at me again. This time, his stare seemed rawer. I felt it and shivered. My neutrality disappeared. He finally said, "I've seen better."
I raised my eyes jokingly. "Really? Care to name anything? 'Cause it stumps me what's more beautiful than that."
I finally looked at him now. It felt oddly like a surrender. I let my guard down and I guess, I was giving him a shot. I think he realized that, too.
Because when my gaze locked with his, a wave of tenderness washed over me. He was so cute. He wasn't sexy now, he wasn't hot. He was just cute, brave, nice Percy.
And I just had to ruin the moment by bursting into tears.
It was just the fact that I loved him so much. I just burst into tears. Percy blinked a few times before going, "Annabeth? Oh god, I'm so sorry! I know, I'm such a creep, I've been staring at you all day…"
And he kept going at it. It only made him seem sweeter. And that sweetness, that love that radiated off him, it was too much to bear. He was too much to bear.
I wished I could run away. I almost did. But then Percy put his arms around me. And like a drug (taken once, and then your addicted), felt that previous strength, the muscle, the comforting sound and warmth of his breathing. So, I jumped into his lap and kept on crying. He was holding me tight, like a child, rocking back and forth.
"Annabeth," he murmured. His lips were in my hair and I felt my gut clench, only in a good way. Slowly, desire colored the spots where tenderness had been. I turned to Percy, my eyes wary, but my lips parted.
This was the moment.
Percy's POV:
It was time.
She jumped into my lap after a while, crying still. I was confused but focused on one thing. Make her feel better.
I wished I could though. The more I tried, the more she cried. This was insane. It was so…not Annabeth. But I liked it. It was tender and girly and soft. It was nothing like her, but I felt like I was in on a secret now, Annabeth's secret.
I curled her into my arms and held her in my arms, murmuring her name into her hair. The time came when she looked up at me, her eyes wet, her lips, oh her lips, parted. They looked so smooth, so soft, so plush. I felt a lurch of desire, tried to shake it off, but couldn't. And in her eyes, for the first time, I felt like I saw the same thing.
But as I leaned in, I felt like I had before. Tender. Soft. Loving.
I wanted to be the best as I could be. I wanted to give her a kiss that would describe how I felt about her. I wanted to show her just how much (Yes, I'm going to say this again) I loved her.
Just an inch from her lips, I felt her warm breath touch my lips. It was hot breath, but it didn't turn me on. I giving her a chance to turn away. She didn't.
So, I did it. I manned up and I softly, ever so softly, pressed my lips to hers.
It was like a grenade of tingles exploded over my lips. Her hot breath, her smooth, not-too-wet lips didn't do much at first, but slowly, I began to take lead. I remembered my previous thoughts. I turned her around and held her properly, wrapping my arms around her fully. I pressed into her lips only, like the gentlemen I was (yeah, right, thought the voice at the back of my head. I ignored it). I suckled her lips, their lemon-honey taste all over my mouth and kissed her again and again and again…
I was lost in her. It was everything I thought it would be only so much sweeter. But the temperature increased as I kissed the corner of her mouth and she let out a moan. I felt like I had been lit, my flame (as cheesy as that sounds) had been lit. I kept kissing her. She was moaning and whimpering in my mouth, against my neck.
It was madness now. I kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her jaw, her cute little ears. I grazed her earlobe, making this hotter, rougher. I felt my hands moved to hold her hips, since she kept arching all over me and moaning.
I felt like I was on fire. Most of my blood was on fire and was headed south. Annabeth was slowly starting to feel it too because she was making this a helluva lot better for me when she shifted in my lap, straddling my legs. It was my turn to moan.
But she kept on arching, despite was her moving and turning did to me. She chuckled in my mouth, smiled against my lips, from the moment she felt the lump in my pants. She wasn't head that way, she wasn't that bad, but she sure as hell knew what she did to me.
I felt her fingers fist my hair. This was heaven. Heaven in my fucking arms.
And then I heard a knock.
And then, when I jumped, broke away, I saw.
Athena was standing outside our window.
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CHAPTER 15: The Goddess and her Pride
So…it has been a while, no? A very looong while. ;-) I put you guys on a cruel, cruel cliffhanger. But no more!
Anywho; I won't keep you here.
Enjoy!
Percy's POV:
When I saw Athena, you could say I was scared. I would say I was absolutely fucking terrified.
The goddess of war and wisdom had a fairly blank look on her face, but her eyes. Her eyes. I felt like her anger was seeping through them, and like her, was ready to break the glass and twine its arms around my-
"Mother?" Annabeth's voice was shocked, yeah, but I could hear the anger behind it. I probably would have chuckled if I wasn't so paralyzed by fear, that, too, by that very mother she was calling. Annabeth, I knew, was the only person, even in the Athena cabin, who stood up to her mother. Some thought it was stupid. I thought it was a) super brave; b) super cool; and c) super hot.
Annabeth was out of my lap by now, but as reality began to set in, and I could think of something other than how insanely realistic the image of Athena hacking my head off (in my head) was, a few after-shivers of desire jolted me. I shoved them aside though. Athena's eyes just turned up in I-hate-you, you-daughter-kissing-son-of-a-bitch. I think she sensed my thoughts.
After scrambling myself together, I jumped out of the car, but Annabeth was ahead of me.
"Mother," she said tightly, bowing. Athena gave her a smile, one just as tight as Annabeth's voice had been, and then turned to me.
I didn't look at her eyes. I was scared if I did I would turn into a ball of fire. And my absolute moronic brain had decided now, staring at the tarmac ground was a good time to start thinking about that kiss.
Had it really happened? Did I really just kissed ANNABETH?
Somehow, I was glad I did. It was everything I hoped it would be. Her lips were so soft, her body was so firm, such perfect weight against my-
"Enough," said Athena. I gulped and looked up. And what I saw, you could say it gave me courage. I just say that it kind of pissed me off.
She looked demonic almost. Face was ablaze, her eyes torches. She had sensed my thoughts. Again.
She looked like she was tensing herself to sock me one, to just PUNCH me. But what angered me was her sneer. There was only a hint of it, but it looked like she was mocking me. Her mouth and eyes had this smirk to them…I felt anger bubbling its way up.
Annabeth, however, acted. I just stood there, thinking.
"Yes, mother," she said, her eyes matching her mom's. Together they were what the high guy walking on the street would call hell. "Enough. What do you want?"
Athena's mouth dropped. Then when she locked her jaw, her body looking like she was going to explode; a disaster of goddess, woman and all things angry.
Aka; hell.
"What do I want?" she asked. She didn't need to scream. Her word penetrated us (me, mostly) in a way that her yelling would have taken away from. Fear was creeping up my spine; throwing its blinding blanket over my head, eyes, face.
"What I want, Annabeth Chase, is to speak with Percy. Alone," she said, her voice shaking with anger. I was shaking, too. Only I was shaking from being the object, the reason, for one angry goddess. A goddess who could not only burn me alive, but was probably the only one in Olympus who could convince them that some flying pig did it.
In short: I was in for hell. Hell in the form of a beautiful woman.
What else was new?
Annabeth's POV:
What. In. Hell. Was. She. Doing. Here?
I could feel the rage, the anger, make me grit my teeth. The anger made me want to scream and to tackle something. It made me twitchy. It made me mad.
I could remember nothing, feel nothing but it. Percy was staring at Athena, his mouth slack his eyes screaming. Athena looked a lot like a panther, ready to strike her prey.
Hell would freeze over before I let that happen.
"The only person YOU are speaking to, Athena," I said, my voice shaking even more than hers had. She would not talk to Percy without me! Especially when I knew it would be more Athena taking Percy away from me forever than talking. "Is me."
She turned to me now. Her hair and all was billowing slightly. Something she thought might make her seem scarier. But I wasn't afraid. I was just… angry.
I could feel her thoughts. They were almost send, like an SMS, to my head.
How dare she…
Yuck. What a bitchy, rude, vulgar, horrible, DESPICABLE, ugly, abnormally coward-like, DISGUSTING remark. She made me sick. She was my mother? Hell, she wasn't. Not NOW.
"So be it," she said, turning her heel, walking already.
Egocentric, self-absorbed, rude, attention-seeking… I thought. The tirade just went on and on. I would NOT follow her! I would wait until she turned around…then…
An idea hit me, flat on the face. I grinned, but quickly covered it, as Athena, now a few meters away, turned. And, then I turned to Percy.
He was staring at me, then Athena, and now me. His previous extreme scared form was now gone, replaced but an exasperated look. Like he was expecting this, used to this.
As usual, he looked good. But his hair was a bit messier from…my thoughts trailed off, remembering.
Oh my god. I had made out with Percy. I had made out with Percy.
And, then, I felt those after-shivers. They were jolts, ripples of desire. I want to felt that fire again, to burn in his touch again.
So, just as in my plan, I moved forward, a look of determination in my eyes and kissed Percy again. I pressed my lips to his, giving him a hard, long kiss, even sucking his bottom lip a little while I was at it. And, damn it, it felt like heaven.
Then, smiling only halfly, I turned Athena, who looked aghast, and walked away, past my mom and towards the beach, where I would be confronted and confronting the goddess of Wisdom and War.
What an egocentric, hubris-filled title, I thought. Hubris. That I didn't think about. The likeness between Athena and me was there, but wasn't that prominent.
I hope.
Percy's POV:
That was the most amazing, most random, most Annabeth-like kiss I had ever gotten.
She had stridden up to me, grabbed my head and kissed me like there was no one there. Her lips were hot and I could feel her anger, slowly turning lustful.
And, I had to say, she was so good at it.
I could feel her kiss everywhere in my body, even if the only places she was really touching me where the sides of my face and her lips to my own.
I felt a bit lightheaded and my entire body was exhilarated. I wanted more. Almost a carnal, deep hunger begged me for more. More.
Her lips were smooth, but the way they worked was rough, deep. The kiss lasted about three seconds, but damn it, it was the best three seconds of my life. And when she sucked on my bottom lip…
Well, let's just say that I felt like, right now, I'm going to erupt into a mass of on-end (in a good way) goosebump. When she kissed me, my knees almost gave away and my chest suddenly felt hollow. Then, like it was filling, filling…filling with this tingly, fiery stuff that was higher, better than anything I'd ever felt before.
Ecstasy, they called it.
Annabeth was walking away now. Athena had already vaporized, probably at the spot where she would meet Annabeth. I wondered what they would talk about. Me? I wondered. Probably.
I wondered what I would say to Annabeth when she came back. We'd both had our moments. Had she kissed just to make Athena angry? Or was there something more?
I decided that I'd have to know. I just…had to.
(About ½ an hour later)
I was sitting in the car, listening to Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. I had given up thinking of Annabeth and just sat there, listening to my tunes.
Annabeth surprised me, coming to my side of the car, the door being open there and saying; "You listen toLed Zeppelin?"
I jumped, shocked. I turned to her, and for about half a second, was locked in her gaze again, but let go, nodding. "Yeah. It was a good band."
"Hmmmm."
"This song is my favorite," I continued. Why was I feeling the need to explain myself? "Its beautiful."
"Hmmmm."
Why was she replying like this?!
Annabeth had on her thinking look. Her face was compassionate, a bit lost but strangely beautiful. Her eyes widened so much that they took up most of her face. Her chiseled cheeks were longer, her lips rosier, her skin a light tan, only visible in a few shimmering moonlight strips.
I felt drawn to her, but held back. This was Annabeth. If I tried to be too upfront, she would never talk about it.
She climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. I had now shut my door and was watching the sky before turning to her, my lips wanting to smile for no reason. She's back, I thought.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said, her eyes shading in a downcast way for just a moment. "She wasn't there. She left."
"Oh."
"Too much pride at risk."
"Oh."
She smiled a bit, muttering something about seaweed, shaking her head. I guessed it was my nickname. It didn't bother me. I was just glad she finally smiled, even if only a bit.
I slowly started the car and drove out of the parking lot. These last few minutes had felt like hours, the sun had even, ironically, set during it. The sky looked purple, slowly shifting black. It was beautiful.
"You never did answer my question," said Annabeth as we started driving on the main road.
I raised my eyebrows. "What question?"
She rolled her eyes. A smile was coming back. But her voice was still a little flatter, less…Annabeth-y than usual. "Seaweed Brain. I asked you what you thought was more beautiful than that beach."
Now, I smiled. The answer felt weirdly easy.
"You."
She smiled.
Awwww. *heart warms*
Aren't they so cute? I hope you don't think THAT was a cliffy. Because it wasn't! At least I hope so. Anyway…I really liked writing this chapter. I feel like there's just enough of everything, you know? Love, hate, anger, lust, and whatever.
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- S.
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CHAPTER 11: Wakey, Wakey!
Author's Note:
Hey there. This is a quick update, I know. But I wasn't in the best of moods, so this came out. So, yeah. Enjoy, my loves.
PS: You guys always mention my cliffhangers. I'll tell you a little secret…
…I LOVE THEM! It's only because they make me like the books, wonder about them, and get them into my head. So, yeah. They DO cause a lot of distress and stuff. But it gets ya thinkin', dunnit? ;-)
Annabeth's POV:
I woke up with two things: a serious migraine and Percy cuddled with me.
The second kind of erased the first, but only for a bit, since the sweet feeling that was bubbling inside of me was overwhelming in the best way possible. I felt perfectly at peace, but was overflowing with a sense of…security and deliciousness. His arms kind of did that, I guess.
They were smooth and long and not hard like most guys, but just hard enough. They were…well, perfect. And when the held me tightly, yet not too tightly, and I purred with delight. That's what they made me feel. Wrapped around me, I mean.
Delight. Joy. Soft. Sweet.
I yawned, and felt Percy grumble. Slowly, last night seeped back in. I didn't even want to think about the dream. Why should I? It was only a dream.
It was nothing. Nothing. Nothing to be worried about…nothing to care about.
But it scared me. It scared me so, so much.
After remembering the dream my mind began registering what a weakling, what a girl, I'd been once the fear had gripped me. Percy must think of me as some stupid damsel in distress. Some kind of girly girl.
Yuck. How was I supposed to live this down?
Oh, you stupid girl, said a voice at the back of my head. The rational one that I really didn't like all that much. Its PERCY. Just tell him. He'll understand. He always does.
I smiled at that. He did always understand. He wasn't judgmental or anything like that. He just had a bit of an over-protectiveness issue. Not that, in my current situation, I minded.
Ugh. Maybe the whole girly girl thing hadn't just been when I was scared. Maybe it was when I was hormonal, too.
A bit later, I realized how I was sleeping. If you haven't guessed, I wasn't the most conscious person at that time. But when I saw the way we were sitting, I was a hell of a lot more alert.
I was pretty much on top of Percy, in his lap, even. My legs were thrown over his, like some kind of throw, one of them in between his. One of my hands was on his shoulder the other on his abs. And, really, they felt good there.
But the worst part was that my head was nuzzling his neck. And that felt far, far too good. I barely contained myself from kissing his neck a little, since my lips were already touching it.
I swallowed hard.
It was scary how much I wanted to kiss him, touch him, everything him, at that moment. I wished I could, but instead I lay perfectly still. It was hard to do anything at that moment. Especially move.
But, somehow, a laugh took over. I wanted to laugh at the fact that I'd been all sweet and mellow….then a second later I wanted to devour the sexy, wonderful guy beneath me. His hair was messy. His skin smooth. His face built in this sharp, beautiful way. And his neck…his neck held this smell, this way.
At that moment, I was willing to do anything, anything, to keep him as mine. Forever.
But he just had to wake up.
Percy's POV:
I woke up with this beautiful girl in my arms.
Since I was barely conscious, I thought it was just some girl. I kissed the girl's hair, relishing this smell it had. It was an addicting smell, lemony and almost like laundry detergent, but subtler.
I noticed that the hair was blonde. Annabeth has blonde hair…Hmm…, I thought. What a coincidence. My thoughts were like that, empty yet full. This body on top of me felt perfect against mine. Made me a bit horny, but it kind of tamed me at the same time. It was firm and smooth and long and fantastic.
And, best of all, it was tangled with mine.
I yawned, stretching my body and taking my arms away from the girl. She was curled up on top of me, but wasn't all that heavy. But stretching wasn't a very good move for two reasons;
Because I got my feeling more of this girl's body against mine, and, man, it felt hot. She was partially between my legs which made this lazy, goofy smile erupt onto my face.
And because then I saw her face.
And it made me wonder…when'd I become so stupid?
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CHAPTER 12: Jokes On Me
Author's Note: Well, my loves. It has been a bit. I'm actually kind of scared to write this story…BECAUSE SOMEONE SNEAKY I KNOW READ IT. Well, part of the beginning. I think I'm going to have to end it short…
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Percy's POV:
You could say that the moment I saw her eyes, I freaked.
I would say that I just…reacted.
"ANNABETH!" I said, bolting up, out of the delicious position. Which, I think, killed part most of my happy vibes.
"Huh?" she mumbled, rubbing her eyes. "Oh. Uh…'Percy?'" She mimicked my tone. Which wasn't very nice. But was plenty sexy. It was remarkable she could just seem so calm. It was even kind of frustrating. Didn't…the way we slept bug her? Make her feel embarrassed?
Almost as if on cue, her face turned pink. Then from pink to red. Then from red to a deep flush was was tomato red, but only visible at certain moment, like a barely visible layer underneath her skin.
She looked rosy. She looked beautiful. And she had slept in my arms.
The way I felt could be expressed by me saying this: If a plane crashed through our window and killed me, I'd die an extremely happy man.
I was out of the bed by now. It was sick how I'd taken advantage of her last night. And not even regongnized her in the morning! Hey, I'd thought. Annabeth has blonde hair.
I was an idiot. Such an absolute IDIOT.
"Um," I started, "What just happened?"
Her eyebrows knitted together, making her look cute. "You jumped out of the bed. Why?"
Now I felt a bit more frustrated. That's why my next few words came out in a harsher tone.
"Annabeth. You know whatI'm talking about."
Her face changed. She looked like steel. Or stone. Or both.
"Yes. And you know that I don't want to talk about it. Can't we just forget it, Percy?"
I groaned on the inside. God dammit. This is what always happens. Why does she have to be like this? I asked myself. WHY can't she just be like all other girls and TELL me what they're feeling. Not be CRYPTIC about every word she says. Give me a double meaning to EVERYTHING.
"Fine," I mumbled, slowly walking towards the bathroom. When I was at the door, I stopped to look at her. "I hope you're okay now."
She gave me a look that could freeze me solid. "I'm fine," she said curtly.
Once I was in the bathroom, I leaned against the door. This was stupid. The way her body felt on mine shouldn't do this to me. I shouldn't be fantasizing about what I would do to her next…the way I would kiss her…the way I would hold her.
Slow down, boy, said that stupid rational voice. You know that's wrong.
Oh, shut up, said another newer voice. This was crazy. Voices? In my head. Puh-lease. I think sleeping holding Annabeth had a worse affect than I'd thought. You know if you just kissed her, just once, she'd succumb to your manliness.
Ha. Not only was the voice weird, it was also stupid.
"Please," I snorted, talking to the voice. "As if she's like that."
Oh, the voice smiled. Women are ALL like that, boy.
I wanted to responde, but I realized what I was doing. I wanted to yell at myself for being such a wimp, for being such an eleven-year old. I wasn't supposed to feel like this.
Men only felt attracted. They did not feel like they were melting when a girl sleep in a bed with them. And on top of them.
But…how good she'd looked there. I felt like it was just her and me, in that room. Nothing else. One moment that went on forever.
Damn it. I was kidding myself before.
I wasn't falling in love with her.
I was in love with her.
Annabeth's POV:
He ran away.
He left. He didn't want to see me after that. I could see it in his eyes, the guilt, the panic, the frustration. Probably at why he'd done what he'd done.
I felt like I was going explode.
My head was pounding. My eyes burned with some tears. I was so stupid. How could I have deluded myself into thinking last night, sleeping in his arms, had meant more than just being with a friend to him. I wished I could take a hammer and bang my head into sense.
But how good he'd looked t working. And the way his plush, creamy-looking lips had pressed into my hair, a light kiss. A kiss, that I, the pathetic girly girl-Rachel duplicate, would probably replay in my head for the rest of the year.
Because that's how good it made me feel. Just one little kiss. It made me feel like I was flying, like I was in heaven. Like this hot desire, this sweetness, it all made sense. That there was nothing, nothing, in the world but Percy and his kisses.
And, afterwards, it made me realize I'd been kidding myself yesterday. Falling in love with him? No.
Already in love with him?
I'd have to say yes.
I got out of bed, and walked, with the speed of a slug, to the bag of clothing. I pulled out some jeans and a big black jumper.
I walked to the bathroom, unable to handle the hesitation. I felt a nervous flutter pass through me. But I swallowed it and just when I was about to knock, the door swung open and my fist landed on Percy's chest.
"Oh," I said, jumping back from Percy. The simply touch to his chest made thousands of little statics pass through me, making me wanted to open my hand and push him to the floor, then…
Annabeth. Wake up, said my conscience.
I did. And just in time to see a girl was in the bathroom. A girl who'd, seemingly, climbed through the window of the bathroom and jumped in on Percy showering.
A girl with jet black hair and a goth-y look that was one of a kind.
"She busted me in the bathroom," said Percy wryly, his jaw set, like he was kind of embarrassed and angry at the same time. I noticed that he looked very, very good standing in the bathroom, on his jeans a shirt on. A kind of v-neck shirt, that emphasized his scrumptious body.
Thalia Grace grinned at me. "Heya, Annabeth. Fancy seeing you here."
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CHAPTER 13: Two Idiots Plus Thalia
Author's Note: Okay. I'm sorry. I'm seriously, SERIOUSLY sorry. I feel like I haven't updated in forever. Its just, I've been busy, ya know. Trying to get my groove back. Well. I guess I found it, because last night I has the sudden urge to write again! :-D
I know! Awesome, right? Well, hopefully, this means updating more frequently.
Anyway, continuing from our last moment…a moment with a little someone named Thalia.
Btw, this chapter is looooong. I thought I'd treat you because I left such a huge gap between now and my last update.
Percy's POV:
I had been in the shower, trying to wash off all my worries. And, man, it felt great!
I was just starting to relax, but then I heard the crack, then great pull and crash. One that sounded scarily a lot like someone opening the window.
I wrapped the pouring water around my fist like a weapon, shaping the water into a heavy ball that would hurt very much if it hit you in the face. Slowly, I peered from behind the shower curtain. And who do I see?
Thalia. Thalia Grace. Standing in the middle of an occupied bathroom, occupied by me; brushing off her knees.
"Thalia?" I asked, my voice incredulous.
She raised her eyebrows, the shoot me a glance, from my place; peering from behind a shower curtain.
"Percy," she said, nodding in regard. "What's up?"
My mouth was hanging open. Then, my face turned red. I grabbed my clothes, that were nearby and shut off the water, still not responding to Thalia. Then, within a minute. I was changed and ready.
"Don't ever come in from the window again," I said.
She winked. "No problem-o, cousin."
I opened the door and, just as I began stepping out Annabeth knocked on my chest. I gazed at her, my eyes expressing just about everything she needed to know about how I felt.
"Look who decided to interrupt my shower," I said wryly, telling her pretty much everything through my eyes. Hers sparkled with understanding.
"Hey there, Annabeth. Fancy seeing you here," said Thalia, her smile in place.
Annabeth opened and closed her mouth. I suppressed a smile. She gaped at Thalia, and the first thing she asked was, "You came in through the bathroom?"
I couldn't help it now. I had to smile. She was so cute, standing there in…
"Annabeth," I said, without thinking, "Why are you wearing my sweater?"
Her eyebrows shot up, just like Thalia's.
"Yeah, Annabeth," smiled Thalia, tilting her head. "Why are you wearing Percy's sweater?"
I snuck a look at Thalia. Annabeth was shrinking under Thalia gaze, in a way only Thalia managed to make her shrink.
Damn it. Thalia was going to make things so much more difficult.
Annabeth's POV:
"Huh?" I said smartly, still stuck in my spot from shock.
Percy's sweater. That's why it was so big. I looked down at the extra fabric , pushed back so that I could access my hands. I suddenly felt very aware of what I was wearing. Part of my shoulder was clearly in view. The cleavage…well, let's not talk about that. And my skinny jeans? Well, they only added to the…bigness of the sweater.
"Yeah, Annabeth," smiled Thalia, her eyes sparkling. She was so onto me. "Why are you wearing Percy's sweater?"
I felt my mouth open and close. How the hell was I supposed to respond to all this? I answer like this: "Mistake. It, um, was a mistake. I'll change."
Percy just stared at me some more, his eyes like question marks being shoved in my face. Or maybe that was guilty conscience.
"No," he said, his face softening a little, "Its fine."
And, for a moment there, there was nothing but me and Percy in the room. I could feel the sweetness in his voice, his voice itself wrapping around me like a blanket. I almost sighed.
But then I glanced at Thalia.
Her lips were pressed in a firm line, and she looked like she was going to burst into laughter. So, I put on a tight smile and said to Percy, "Percy? I have to talk to Thalia for a second, okay? We'll go the beach. And we'll be back soon."
And then, I grabbed Thalia's quaking-from-needing-to-laugh body and dragged her out the door.
Once we were on the elevator and safely out of earshot, Thalia burst. Her laughter was harmless, yeah, but it still stung. I felt humiliate, but made an effort not to show it. I turned my head and stuck my nose in the air.
"Annabeth," she finally said. "I missed you."
My mask was thrown. I didn't expect that. So I smiled and said, "Getting touchy-feely on me, now, Thals?"
She sneered, "Hell no. I just missed how naïve and blind you are to your boy up there. And how he's the exact same."
She started with her laughter again, but cut it short. A more serious look came over her face as we exited the elevator and headed for the back door of the hotel, one that lead to the beach.
"Annabeth," she said; her voice now serious. "You do see what he feels, right?"
I smiled wryly. I couldn't keep anything from Thalia. So I wouldn't even try. "Embarrassed for waking up with my on top of him? I think I have a clue."
Thalia's jaw fell, her eyes popping out. "What?"
I told her the entire story in an emotionless voice, staring out into the black-gray sea. I couldn't look into her eyes. If I did, I might say too much.
But her reaction was completely wrong. She smiled a warm smile, one that was just about as rare as Thalia herself. She reached out and held my face in her hands.
"Annabeth. You've got to know this. Percy did not jump out of bed because he felt…promiscuous," I raised my eyebrows at her vocab-use. "He's not that type of guy. You and I both know that. He's the type who probably jumped out of bed because he felt like he was taking advantage of you."
I guffawed as she let go of my face, stepping back to watch me. "Please. Me? Advantage? No. Percy and I…are we like that?"
She shook her head. "You're not the formal type. But, as much as I hate admitting it, Percy's a good guy with good intentions. He probably felt like he was using you."
I gave this some thought. She was right. Percy was more the type to think like that than to be promiscuous and/or feel promiscuous. "But…," I said, my eyes still confused, distant. "He doesn't like me like that."
Thalia sighed and tired, long sigh. "Seriously, Annabeth? Can we get one thing straight? Percy. Likes. You."
"Fine," I said, "Let's say that's possible. Then, if it is, why isn't he making a move?"
"Annabeth," Thalia groaned, clutching her head now. "You're not this stupid! Stop being this stupid! Think about it. Why? Why did he jumped out of bed? Why doesn't he make a move? They're the same thing! Have the same REASON."
I thought about this. I thought about this for a long time. It made sense. But…it felt odd. Unsettling. Could it be true? Could it not?
"I think," I said, gulping, "I know what to do."
Thalia let go of her head, and, now, I looked straight into her piercing blue eyes. She could see what I was going to do. She nodded and smiled.
I guessed I was going to have to do something now.
Percy's POV:
They had been gone a while now. Annabeth and Thalia, being BFFL, liked talking. I wondered what they were talking about.
Right now, I was sitting in our hotel room, holding another can of coke, watching some Lifetime Channel movie. I was waiting for them to come back. And, bored as I was, I let my thoughts go off.
What did they find? I think you can guess.
I thought about the way she looked in my sweater. It was big on her, hanging off her body, the bottom nearing her knees. Part of the collar was hanging off her shoulder, exposing part of it. Her hair had been pulled into a messy ponytail and her eyes were sparkling. Her skin was tanned and clear, as usually. It was weird how angelic she looked, standing there in my black sweater and her blue skinny jeans.
She was like some kind of custom-made-for-me angel.
Pulling my thoughts to a halt, a knock echoed through the room. I got up quickly, and rushed to the door at a pathetic speed. It was sick how much I hoped it was Annabeth, back from the beach, with Thalia, too.
I opened the door and got half my hope. Thalia was standing, Barbie-doll hate and all, in front of the door. She was small, but super mighty. She pushed past me and sat down on the edge of the bed.
I was still standing by the door when she said, "Sit down, Seaweed Brain."
The thing is, me and Thalia don't get along because I hated getting bossed around and Thalia loves bossing people around. I stiffened, but closed the door, then leaned on it.
"I'm fine here, thanks."
She let out a long sigh. "Fine. I'll make this quick. I brought you some Fitz leaves."
I raised my eyebrows, now moving towards her. "What are those?" I asked as I sat down on the chair across from her.
"Leaves that prevent the gods from watching you. Like a hide away from them," she smiled. "I thought with trip of yours, you and Annabeth would want some. How much've they been bugging you?"
I smiled wryly. "They've started. It's not so bad, though."
"Hmmm," she said, still gazing at me. "Well, take some. There's going to come a moment where you'll want to be completely out of the gods' surveillance."
She winked at me in a way that made me think Thalia saw a lot more than I knew. This made me, the moron, say, "How much do you know?"
She grinned again, but this time it was softer. "I know enough to want to puke. You two are idiots."
I almost growled. "Shut up, Thalia. Not the time to joke. Now, seriously. Don't say anything to Annabeth."
Her eyes began to blaze. "I'll say whatever I want to Annabeth."
I let out an angry stream of breath. "Thalia! Don't you see how awkward that'll make her feel?"
She rolled her eyes, and then got up. She looked like she wanted to punch me. Instead she grabbed my collar and brought my face within inches of her angry one. Then she yelled, "She LIKES you, you idiot! Now, man up!"
Then, she let go and started for the door. I nearly shouted. "Wait!" I said. "Thalia! Please."
She slumped. Then, she slowly turned around. "You guys need to stop being so stupid. You'll let this pass! And then you'll be left with nothing…no one…"
For a moment, I could see this...vulnerability in Thalia. I could see how much she missed Luke, how much his passing hurt her. I was one of the only people who knew about that. Thalia. And Luke.
"I-I'm sorry," I sputtered. "I just, I don't know how to do it. You don't understand. I love her, Thalia. I don't like her."
She stared at me for a while. Then she said, "All the more reason to do it."
And then she left.
Well, then. Whaddaya guys think?! I really like writing this chapter. Especially the part with Thalia. I always loved her character. I felt really bad…because she loved Luke so much, I could almost feel it.
Anyway, I hope you guys liked this. I'm sorry I'm still stretching this out, but I want you guys to get the full effect when they finally kiss and stuff. But, hey! We're making progress. And, okay. I'll give you a hint about the next chapter…
…they finally kiss.
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CHAPTER 14: Heaven In My Arms
Author's Note: Well, because of an AWESOME author, who totally updated their story because it was so utterly fantastic, I've updated early. The story is called "Forever starts with Fifteen Minutes."
PLEASE CHECK IT OUT! It deserves many, many, many reviewers. And readers. And lovers. ;-)
Anywho; here's the long awaited kiss. *giggle-giggle*
I hope you guys like! :-D
PS: The Fitz leaves are not jokes. I said before I was thinking of incorporating some…serious love and I wasn't kidding. LOL. ;-)
Percy's POV:
After Thalia left, Annabeth came in. She smiled, but had this confused look on her face. "She left already?"
I nodded, sipping my Coke. It's time to man up, man, I thought. Time to kiss the girl.
Oh, no. Disney songs? This wasn't going to end well.
So, slowly, I got up and tried to say it; tried to say Oh, Annabeth, I need to talk to you. Instead I blurted, "We should go."
She raised her eyebrows; obviously, she had been expecting something else. I wondered…can she read minds? I mean, she sure as heck is smart enough.
But then, as my eyes roamed over to those eyebrows, I saw her chiseled cheekbones, her intelligent, sexy eyes. Her incredibly tempting lips. Her soft long (so, so long) blonde mane. It was tied back in that messy ponytail, a few strands and her bangs in her face.
I wanted to kiss her then. Just a small touch, just to hold her, just for a moment. To slowly take her into my arms and kiss her eyelids, to press my lips to her cute ears, her nose, her cheeks. I wished I could just…kiss her.
But I didn't. The moment, as much as I wanted it to be, wasn't right.
Yet this weird streak of courage was in me. I was on fire from this…courage. I felt like I could take on the world!
But…behind that courage, I felt a single spot, dedicated to a single person, where I was so weak I could fall to my knees and worship, love, this person.
Guess who?
Annabeth's POV:
He was staring at me funny.
Ever since I walked through the door after talking to Thalia, who had left just as quickly as she came, Percy was watching me with this intensity. It wasn't hard to look at. Actually it was hard not to look at. It intimidated me, which was weird since Percy is probably the last person who could do that. But this stare was…intimate. It made me shiver. It was like his sea-green orbs cut through me, staring right at my soul.
And, somehow, I still end up with unresolved sexual tension.
I mean, I wonder, why? Why can't I get a grip on myself? Why was I so head-over-heels, let-me-make-out-with-you in love? Why was I in love?
I answered that question almost immediately. I mean, it was Percy. He was our average American boy; heroic, cute, goofy, funny…
I could go on. I don't think either of us would like that. Much.
But going back to the present, he was still staring at me. So, I started packing. We said nothing, but it was okay. Silences between myself and Percy over there, were never difficult or awkward. They were just…too intimate.
And that scared me.
See, Thalia's little visit showed me a lot about myself. It was kind of funny. She just flashes a streak of black and blue, and figures out so much about myself I did not know.
I realized how scared of risking our (myself and Percy's) friendship, I was. I saw how much our intimacy scared us. And I saw how little I thought of myself. I was Athena's child! I wasn't ugly! What was I to think I didn't deserve him?
But…these thoughts, they were a lot like me, but they didn't feel right. They were lies I fed to myself and other. They were fake, place-holders.
I didn't know if I deserved him. We were so different, it was difficult to tell. And he was…Percy. He was pure and good and totally naïve, which only made him cuter. When I was around him, I felt so...mean.
These thoughts kept me pretty occupied. They erased that horniness I'd been facing for the last while. I felt…nothing. Neutral. Zoned out. It was odd, but really let me think.
"So, we done?" asked Percy, watching me again. He'd been absorbed with some fish movie, Shark Tale or something.
I scoffed, but my eyes smiled. "Like you helped."
He looked generally shocked. I laughed as he said, "Oh, please. I was here, giving you perfectly good entertainment."
We laughed and joked as we left the hotel, paying after leaving our room. I dumped our stuff in the back seats and slid into the front seat.
I was still wearing Percy's sweater and it was hiding my hands, making it seem even more over-sized than it already was. Part of it was rumpled and probably made me look like a hobo, but I didn't care. It smelt good, like a seabreeze; weirdly refreshing. And I was having fun. This neutral thing was great.
I looked out the window and saw that it was dark. I gazed out at the dark sea, the hint of the moon, sparkling. Then, I looked towards the hotel. I saw Percy coming our way, dodging cars, and smiling weakly as he blurted sorry when he almost got run over. I laughed.
He came into the car and sighed. He was looking out the window, too.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" I sighed. The sea grass was blowing with the wind, making me feel ticklish even though I was far away.
Percy was staring at me again. This time, his stare seemed rawer. I felt it and shivered. My neutrality disappeared. He finally said, "I've seen better."
I raised my eyes jokingly. "Really? Care to name anything? 'Cause it stumps me what's more beautiful than that."
I finally looked at him now. It felt oddly like a surrender. I let my guard down and I guess, I was giving him a shot. I think he realized that, too.
Because when my gaze locked with his, a wave of tenderness washed over me. He was so cute. He wasn't sexy now, he wasn't hot. He was just cute, brave, nice Percy.
And I just had to ruin the moment by bursting into tears.
It was just the fact that I loved him so much. I just burst into tears. Percy blinked a few times before going, "Annabeth? Oh god, I'm so sorry! I know, I'm such a creep, I've been staring at you all day…"
And he kept going at it. It only made him seem sweeter. And that sweetness, that love that radiated off him, it was too much to bear. He was too much to bear.
I wished I could run away. I almost did. But then Percy put his arms around me. And like a drug (taken once, and then your addicted), felt that previous strength, the muscle, the comforting sound and warmth of his breathing. So, I jumped into his lap and kept on crying. He was holding me tight, like a child, rocking back and forth.
"Annabeth," he murmured. His lips were in my hair and I felt my gut clench, only in a good way. Slowly, desire colored the spots where tenderness had been. I turned to Percy, my eyes wary, but my lips parted.
This was the moment.
Percy's POV:
It was time.
She jumped into my lap after a while, crying still. I was confused but focused on one thing. Make her feel better.
I wished I could though. The more I tried, the more she cried. This was insane. It was so…not Annabeth. But I liked it. It was tender and girly and soft. It was nothing like her, but I felt like I was in on a secret now, Annabeth's secret.
I curled her into my arms and held her in my arms, murmuring her name into her hair. The time came when she looked up at me, her eyes wet, her lips, oh her lips, parted. They looked so smooth, so soft, so plush. I felt a lurch of desire, tried to shake it off, but couldn't. And in her eyes, for the first time, I felt like I saw the same thing.
But as I leaned in, I felt like I had before. Tender. Soft. Loving.
I wanted to be the best as I could be. I wanted to give her a kiss that would describe how I felt about her. I wanted to show her just how much (Yes, I'm going to say this again) I loved her.
Just an inch from her lips, I felt her warm breath touch my lips. It was hot breath, but it didn't turn me on. I giving her a chance to turn away. She didn't.
So, I did it. I manned up and I softly, ever so softly, pressed my lips to hers.
It was like a grenade of tingles exploded over my lips. Her hot breath, her smooth, not-too-wet lips didn't do much at first, but slowly, I began to take lead. I remembered my previous thoughts. I turned her around and held her properly, wrapping my arms around her fully. I pressed into her lips only, like the gentlemen I was (yeah, right, thought the voice at the back of my head. I ignored it). I suckled her lips, their lemon-honey taste all over my mouth and kissed her again and again and again…
I was lost in her. It was everything I thought it would be only so much sweeter. But the temperature increased as I kissed the corner of her mouth and she let out a moan. I felt like I had been lit, my flame (as cheesy as that sounds) had been lit. I kept kissing her. She was moaning and whimpering in my mouth, against my neck.
It was madness now. I kissed her cheeks, her eyelids, her jaw, her cute little ears. I grazed her earlobe, making this hotter, rougher. I felt my hands moved to hold her hips, since she kept arching all over me and moaning.
I felt like I was on fire. Most of my blood was on fire and was headed south. Annabeth was slowly starting to feel it too because she was making this a helluva lot better for me when she shifted in my lap, straddling my legs. It was my turn to moan.
But she kept on arching, despite was her moving and turning did to me. She chuckled in my mouth, smiled against my lips, from the moment she felt the lump in my pants. She wasn't head that way, she wasn't that bad, but she sure as hell knew what she did to me.
I felt her fingers fist my hair. This was heaven. Heaven in my fucking arms.
And then I heard a knock.
And then, when I jumped, broke away, I saw.
Athena was standing outside our window.
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CHAPTER 15: The Goddess and her Pride
So…it has been a while, no? A very looong while. ;-) I put you guys on a cruel, cruel cliffhanger. But no more!
Anywho; I won't keep you here.
Enjoy!
Percy's POV:
When I saw Athena, you could say I was scared. I would say I was absolutely fucking terrified.
The goddess of war and wisdom had a fairly blank look on her face, but her eyes. Her eyes. I felt like her anger was seeping through them, and like her, was ready to break the glass and twine its arms around my-
"Mother?" Annabeth's voice was shocked, yeah, but I could hear the anger behind it. I probably would have chuckled if I wasn't so paralyzed by fear, that, too, by that very mother she was calling. Annabeth, I knew, was the only person, even in the Athena cabin, who stood up to her mother. Some thought it was stupid. I thought it was a) super brave; b) super cool; and c) super hot.
Annabeth was out of my lap by now, but as reality began to set in, and I could think of something other than how insanely realistic the image of Athena hacking my head off (in my head) was, a few after-shivers of desire jolted me. I shoved them aside though. Athena's eyes just turned up in I-hate-you, you-daughter-kissing-son-of-a-bitch. I think she sensed my thoughts.
After scrambling myself together, I jumped out of the car, but Annabeth was ahead of me.
"Mother," she said tightly, bowing. Athena gave her a smile, one just as tight as Annabeth's voice had been, and then turned to me.
I didn't look at her eyes. I was scared if I did I would turn into a ball of fire. And my absolute moronic brain had decided now, staring at the tarmac ground was a good time to start thinking about that kiss.
Had it really happened? Did I really just kissed ANNABETH?
Somehow, I was glad I did. It was everything I hoped it would be. Her lips were so soft, her body was so firm, such perfect weight against my-
"Enough," said Athena. I gulped and looked up. And what I saw, you could say it gave me courage. I just say that it kind of pissed me off.
She looked demonic almost. Face was ablaze, her eyes torches. She had sensed my thoughts. Again.
She looked like she was tensing herself to sock me one, to just PUNCH me. But what angered me was her sneer. There was only a hint of it, but it looked like she was mocking me. Her mouth and eyes had this smirk to them…I felt anger bubbling its way up.
Annabeth, however, acted. I just stood there, thinking.
"Yes, mother," she said, her eyes matching her mom's. Together they were what the high guy walking on the street would call hell. "Enough. What do you want?"
Athena's mouth dropped. Then when she locked her jaw, her body looking like she was going to explode; a disaster of goddess, woman and all things angry.
Aka; hell.
"What do I want?" she asked. She didn't need to scream. Her word penetrated us (me, mostly) in a way that her yelling would have taken away from. Fear was creeping up my spine; throwing its blinding blanket over my head, eyes, face.
"What I want, Annabeth Chase, is to speak with Percy. Alone," she said, her voice shaking with anger. I was shaking, too. Only I was shaking from being the object, the reason, for one angry goddess. A goddess who could not only burn me alive, but was probably the only one in Olympus who could convince them that some flying pig did it.
In short: I was in for hell. Hell in the form of a beautiful woman.
What else was new?
Annabeth's POV:
What. In. Hell. Was. She. Doing. Here?
I could feel the rage, the anger, make me grit my teeth. The anger made me want to scream and to tackle something. It made me twitchy. It made me mad.
I could remember nothing, feel nothing but it. Percy was staring at Athena, his mouth slack his eyes screaming. Athena looked a lot like a panther, ready to strike her prey.
Hell would freeze over before I let that happen.
"The only person YOU are speaking to, Athena," I said, my voice shaking even more than hers had. She would not talk to Percy without me! Especially when I knew it would be more Athena taking Percy away from me forever than talking. "Is me."
She turned to me now. Her hair and all was billowing slightly. Something she thought might make her seem scarier. But I wasn't afraid. I was just… angry.
I could feel her thoughts. They were almost send, like an SMS, to my head.
How dare she…
Yuck. What a bitchy, rude, vulgar, horrible, DESPICABLE, ugly, abnormally coward-like, DISGUSTING remark. She made me sick. She was my mother? Hell, she wasn't. Not NOW.
"So be it," she said, turning her heel, walking already.
Egocentric, self-absorbed, rude, attention-seeking… I thought. The tirade just went on and on. I would NOT follow her! I would wait until she turned around…then…
An idea hit me, flat on the face. I grinned, but quickly covered it, as Athena, now a few meters away, turned. And, then I turned to Percy.
He was staring at me, then Athena, and now me. His previous extreme scared form was now gone, replaced but an exasperated look. Like he was expecting this, used to this.
As usual, he looked good. But his hair was a bit messier from…my thoughts trailed off, remembering.
Oh my god. I had made out with Percy. I had made out with Percy.
And, then, I felt those after-shivers. They were jolts, ripples of desire. I want to felt that fire again, to burn in his touch again.
So, just as in my plan, I moved forward, a look of determination in my eyes and kissed Percy again. I pressed my lips to his, giving him a hard, long kiss, even sucking his bottom lip a little while I was at it. And, damn it, it felt like heaven.
Then, smiling only halfly, I turned Athena, who looked aghast, and walked away, past my mom and towards the beach, where I would be confronted and confronting the goddess of Wisdom and War.
What an egocentric, hubris-filled title, I thought. Hubris. That I didn't think about. The likeness between Athena and me was there, but wasn't that prominent.
I hope.
Percy's POV:
That was the most amazing, most random, most Annabeth-like kiss I had ever gotten.
She had stridden up to me, grabbed my head and kissed me like there was no one there. Her lips were hot and I could feel her anger, slowly turning lustful.
And, I had to say, she was so good at it.
I could feel her kiss everywhere in my body, even if the only places she was really touching me where the sides of my face and her lips to my own.
I felt a bit lightheaded and my entire body was exhilarated. I wanted more. Almost a carnal, deep hunger begged me for more. More.
Her lips were smooth, but the way they worked was rough, deep. The kiss lasted about three seconds, but damn it, it was the best three seconds of my life. And when she sucked on my bottom lip…
Well, let's just say that I felt like, right now, I'm going to erupt into a mass of on-end (in a good way) goosebump. When she kissed me, my knees almost gave away and my chest suddenly felt hollow. Then, like it was filling, filling…filling with this tingly, fiery stuff that was higher, better than anything I'd ever felt before.
Ecstasy, they called it.
Annabeth was walking away now. Athena had already vaporized, probably at the spot where she would meet Annabeth. I wondered what they would talk about. Me? I wondered. Probably.
I wondered what I would say to Annabeth when she came back. We'd both had our moments. Had she kissed just to make Athena angry? Or was there something more?
I decided that I'd have to know. I just…had to.
(About ½ an hour later)
I was sitting in the car, listening to Stairway to Heaven by Led Zeppelin. I had given up thinking of Annabeth and just sat there, listening to my tunes.
Annabeth surprised me, coming to my side of the car, the door being open there and saying; "You listen toLed Zeppelin?"
I jumped, shocked. I turned to her, and for about half a second, was locked in her gaze again, but let go, nodding. "Yeah. It was a good band."
"Hmmmm."
"This song is my favorite," I continued. Why was I feeling the need to explain myself? "Its beautiful."
"Hmmmm."
Why was she replying like this?!
Annabeth had on her thinking look. Her face was compassionate, a bit lost but strangely beautiful. Her eyes widened so much that they took up most of her face. Her chiseled cheeks were longer, her lips rosier, her skin a light tan, only visible in a few shimmering moonlight strips.
I felt drawn to her, but held back. This was Annabeth. If I tried to be too upfront, she would never talk about it.
She climbed into the passenger seat and buckled up. I had now shut my door and was watching the sky before turning to her, my lips wanting to smile for no reason. She's back, I thought.
"What happened?" I asked.
"Nothing," she said, her eyes shading in a downcast way for just a moment. "She wasn't there. She left."
"Oh."
"Too much pride at risk."
"Oh."
She smiled a bit, muttering something about seaweed, shaking her head. I guessed it was my nickname. It didn't bother me. I was just glad she finally smiled, even if only a bit.
I slowly started the car and drove out of the parking lot. These last few minutes had felt like hours, the sun had even, ironically, set during it. The sky looked purple, slowly shifting black. It was beautiful.
"You never did answer my question," said Annabeth as we started driving on the main road.
I raised my eyebrows. "What question?"
She rolled her eyes. A smile was coming back. But her voice was still a little flatter, less…Annabeth-y than usual. "Seaweed Brain. I asked you what you thought was more beautiful than that beach."
Now, I smiled. The answer felt weirdly easy.
"You."
She smiled.
Awwww. *heart warms*
Aren't they so cute? I hope you don't think THAT was a cliffy. Because it wasn't! At least I hope so. Anyway…I really liked writing this chapter. I feel like there's just enough of everything, you know? Love, hate, anger, lust, and whatever.
Please review! Just anything. It can be ANYTHING! LOL. Just…please? I'll love you forever and ever.
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(Criticism is welcome. And I know I have typos. Sorry about that. Just…you know. I just write. The rest I fix later!)
- S.
PS: Later this week I will probably fix up ch 14. It was nice but a bit tweaked. I just...need to smooth it out. ;-)