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It had been years since a monster had so much as dared look at them the wrong way. The panic attacks had gotten rarer, they didn’t have to sleep with the lights on anymore, there were fewer nightmares, and the anger had even gotten better. Percy was having fewer really bad nights - the nights where he woke up screaming and would leave for hours on end. Maybe that was why it happened that day; Percy was going hunting less, but even that doesn’t really explain it. It had been years since an attack.
They were having such a nice day. She had spent the morning with Percy at the beach building sandcastles, finding hermit crabs, he even had a conversation with a young sand shark before they dressed and left to visit the botanical gardens. It was a new favorite place of theirs - quiet, secluded, few people knew of it. Annabeth left him sitting on a bench while she walked toward a grouping of trees. Squirrels were chasing each other around the high branches at the top, chirping away at Annabeth’s approaching form. She drew her dagger and spun on a dime. She slashed open a gorgon before even consciously registering its existence behind her. Her instincts and hyper-vigilance her savior.
Percy was at her side in mere seconds, his strong arms encasing her body. He had gotten a lot taller, he tucked her head under his chin as he held her. It shouldn’t have been a big deal. They’ve dealt with plenty of monsters before. A few years ago it wouldn’t have been a big deal, but they weren’t teenagers anymore and they weren’t just any pair of demigods. It shouldn’t have been a big deal, but you wouldn’t guess that by looking at Percy. His eyes were dark, brooding shadows taking over the bright, glittering green from earlier. His mouth was pressed in a hard, angry line.
“It’s time to go,” he said. After the shock and his sudden protective outrage, Annabeth wasn’t inclined to disagree. She dusted off the glittering monster dust and allowed him to corral her toward the parking lot.
He opened the passenger-side door for her. His eyes darted back and forth about his surroundings as he got into the vehicle, never letting his guard down. He didn’t say anything for the whole drive back to the apartment, but he didn’t have to. She already knew where his head was at.
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Her lungs burned from breathing the acrid smoke that mixed with the thick humidity down here. The pungent sulfur smell and the sweltering heat were overwhelming. Her skin was sticky and her hair matted from all the sweat and blood and monster guts. His feet were planted solidly a few feet away, his chest heaving, skin glistening, cheeks sunken, and yet fire burned in his eyes. Clearly exhausted, he stabbed a fury with riptide. Annabeth brought the pommel of her dagger down onto the skull of another one.
Suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Her back flared in blindingly sharp pain and she fell to her knees.
“Annabeth!” She heard Percy scream, voice rough from over-use. Dizzy with pain and blood-loss she registered him above her, a terrifying fury of violence, before her gaze darkened completely.
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Their apartment door closed with a sharp bang, rattling the framed photo on the wall as he cornered her. His hands held her hips with a grip that would leave bruises and he kissed and nipped at the sensitive skin of her neck. She sighed something that sounded a little bit like his name as his hot breath fanned against her pulse point. Sucking her b0ttom lip between his teeth, he kissed her like a man starved. When he paused to gasp for air, she noticed the glittering tears pricking at the corners of his eyes.
“Stop.” She cradled his face in her hands. “Tell me what you need.”
The tears started to fall, then, leaving faint marks as she wiped them away with her thumbs.
“I…I need,” his voice cracked and he broke eye contact, “I can’t stop thinking…about being there. About the last time a gorgon stood behind you like that.” His dark eyelashes fluttered, gaze flitting back up to see the warmth in her steel-grey eyes. He whispered, “I need you.”
She kissed him then, hands moving to tangle in his thick black locks. “Then take me,” she whispered. She was determined to show him that she was very much alive and well.
He surged forward, pressing the full length of his body against her. She could feel the evidence of his desire poking against her hip. He smelled like the sea, sweet and dark and oh so Percy. A throaty groan fell from his lips as she fisted the hair at the nape of his neck and ground her hips into him, seeking what little friction she could get.
His eyes asked a silent question, heavy-lidded with desire, and cloudy for a different reason altogether. She nodded her assent and a smirk pulled at his kiss-swollen lips. He continued kissing her and wrapped his hands around the backs of her thighs in another bruising grip. His fingers slipped into the hem of her shorts as he hauled her up his body like she weighed nothing and he made his way into their shared bedroom.
Annabeth’s shirt came off some time in the short walk down the hallway, dropped on the smooth tile floor. Throwing her down on the bed, Percy ripped his own shirt over his head. He swatted her hands away when she reached for his belt though, before leaning down to press her body into the bed with his own. He kissed her lips, her jaw, the soft slope of her chest. He skimmed his lips right over the lacy blue bra she was wearing, drawing a whine from her lips. He kissed down her stomach, pausing to lick at the soft ridges of her abs, before moving even lower and drawing one leg over his broad shoulder.
He was teasing, driving her sex-addled brain slowly mad. He planted a tender kiss to every exposed inch of skin as he slowly drew her pants down her legs, pulling her panties with them. He sucked bruises into her thighs, kissed and licked everywhere except where she wanted him, where she needed him.
“Gods, Percy, you’re such a tease. Touch me , already.”
A low laugh rumbled deep in his chest. “I am touching you Annabeth.” A soft smirk pulled at the corners of his mouth and she wondered how he had enough patience to tease her like this. Her nerves were on fire with desperate need.
“Ugh, you know what I m-” a high-pitched moan escaped her then, cutting her off as he finally, finally tongued her clit and pushed one long finger into her dripping pussy. Licking a long stripe up her wet cunt, he continued to work her, increasing one finger to two as sweet sighs and dirty words of encouragement fell from her lips.
Soon, she was shaking, taut as a bowstring, her thighs quivering, fingers pulling sharply at the soft hair at the back of Percy’s head, urging him ever onward. She came with a sharp cry, her orgasm crashing into her like ocean waves on a stormy day, leaving her panting and shaking. He continued to fuck her with his fingers, sloppy sounds coming from between her things, as he coaxed her through her orgasm.
When she fell back into the sheets, muscles lax, he stood at the foot of the bed and shucked his jeans and boxers off in one go. Propped up on her elbows, pupils blown wide, blonde curls pulled loose from her braid, she could do nothing but stare at him. She couldn’t believe how lucky she was to have this gorgeous man to herself.
He was powerfully built. No longer the lanky teenager he once was, from his broad chest and shoulders to his well-toned abs, he looked every bit the titan killer and famed hero that he was. And he was hers .
“What?” he asked, a teasing smile crinkling his features, all traces of his earlier darkness gone.
“You’re just incredibly sexy is all. And I love you.”
That smile stayed on his lips as he put his hands on the bed, moving to hover over her, cock twitching with desire as she pushed forward to kiss him again. Hard. She could taste her own wetness in his mouth and it only fanned her need higher.
“I love you too,” he whispered against her skin as he moved to mouth against her jaw, sucking red marks into her neck before smoothing them over with his tongue.
His hands burned hot trails of sensation across her skin. He unclasped her bra then, pulling it down just enough to attach his mouth to one of her pretty pink nipples.
“Oh fuck Percy!” Her back arched into his touch as he twisted her other nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
She felt his hard cock press against her bare thigh. He removed his hand from where it was palming her breast and she bit back a whine when his mouth came off her tit with a wet pop.
“ Oh-, ” she moaned when his fingers found her slick center again. His bottom lip was pulled between his teeth as his fingers slipped in and out of her. Gods he is so sexy.
She hooked her ankles around his waist, pulling him toward her. A low groan tore from him as she kissed him roughly and fisted his cock, running the pad of her thumb across the head where a bead of precum formed at the tip.
“Fuck,” Percy growled, breaking the kiss to press his face into her tan shoulder.
She stroked his thick cock, her need climbing higher as desire coiled tightly inside her. She couldn’t wait any longer as Percy dropped another low groan against her skin.
“Fuck me please, Percy,” she nearly whimpered her request, so on edge.
He couldn’t bear that soft little please from her and pinned her arms above her head. Hovering above her and trembling with the effort it took to go slow, he sunk his cock into her, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, the two of them letting out twin moans at the feeling of him filling her wet pussy. Percy fucked her hard and deep, his cock hitting every delicious, perfect spot inside her. He cursed her name as he ground his hips into her. She kissed him. She bit his bottom lip until she tasted the faintest hint of copper and he growled, low and deep in his chest, slamming his cock into her again.
He let go of her wrists to twist his arms around her waist as he panted over her. Annabeth wrapped her arms around his neck and he could feel the sting of her nails as she scratched pink lines into his back. She savored the way it felt to have him inside her - hot and delicious as he stretched her in the most amazing way. Another orgasm was building hot and heavy and she was desperate.
His rhythm grew erratic and Annabeth knew he was close. She slid her hand between her legs and tensed with a sharp cry.
“ Annabeth ,” Percy grunted, thrusting roughly into her twice more before shuddering, fingers pressing into her hips. He would leave bruises. He came inside her before collapsing at her side, narrowly avoiding falling on top of her.
They fell asleep like that, tangled in each other, comforted by the solid presence of the other.