A/N: Enjoy!

The island governed by Poseidon was beautiful, Annabeth had to begrudgingly admit. Even though the port was still far off in the distance, even she had to admire the beautiful blue-green spires that reached proudly into the sky. The architecture was absolutely magnificent. She had heard about the magnificent arches that adorned the cities of Poseidon, the beautiful canals that were kept in pristine condition and the gorgeous palace walls created from shiny shells and studded with pearls. Annabeth was eager to view and explore the city, ready to absorb more knowledge of the different architectural styles in the world. And this was just one of the islands Poseidon governed.

The chittering of dolphins interrupted her thoughts. A pod of bottleneck dolphins had come beside the ship, leaping high into the air now and then. As she watched, she spotted a female mer-woman and her small mer-son swimming just below the surface. The merboy gave her a small, shy wave, which she returned with a smile and a wave of her own. And just beneath the crystal clear seas were coral reefs, colorful fish darting amongst the seaweeds. A herd of hippocampi swam by and she caught her breath. The creatures were magnificent, with their hairs floating in the water.

The seas were calm, as though the son of Poseidon was keeping it deliberately like that. And perhaps he was.

Annabeth sneaked a glance at the man who had silently come beside her to stand at the side of the ship banister. He was standing so close that his shoulder grazed against hers. She could feel all the warmth from him, despite the heat of the sun competing.

The ship's captain's dark hair flew ruffled in the wind, his piercing sea-green eyes scanned the sight before him. He was gorgeous, Annabeth admitted. Not that she would ever let him know. He got onto her nerves too much, and for him to have more material to annoy her was unthinkable. So the daughter of Athena broke off her staring to return her gaze to the city, trying to ignore how he was close. Trying to forget how his lips had first felt on hers that night. Trying to forget how his hands had roamed over her body while she pressed closer to his chest.

That night was one of drinking and celebration when they defeated a ship of wanted pirates. That night where she had drunkenly stumbled onto the captain's embrace and nearly jumped him. She had pulled his head towards her, slammed against the wall and tried to kiss him into oblivion before she fainted from the alcohol.

Percy was nice enough about it next morning when she woke up sober and utterly embarrassed about what she had just done. He hadn't even teased her once about what she had done. Just gazed at her with those emerald eyes she was beginning to like too much.

Then there was that night where she had woken up next to him, his bare chest pressed against her back, and his hand lay so close to her breasts.

"Annabeth." She turned towards his deep, soothing voice.

"Yes?" She absentmindedly tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. The disobedient curl escaped in the winds, but was tucked back by Percy's nimble fingers. Annabeth's breath caught in her throat when his fingers grazed against her jaw. Deliberately, she was sure, from the amusement in his eyes. His soft lips curled up into a gentle smile, one that made her warm inside.

Damn him. Damn him for making her so breathless with just one simple touch. She thought of how they had first met.

One year prior

She ran as fast as the wind, dodging arrows that flew past her just a few inches from making their marks.

"Stop!" The pirates roared behind her, brandishing sharp broadswords and arrows, weapons she definitely did not want to stab her.

Annabeth clutched the bag of scrolls tighter to her chest as her feet took her down winding paths of the ruins. She had sacrificed her safety and nearly her sanity for these stolen scrolls. They were from the library of Alexandria, raided by the pirates, and now she was stealing them back. She'd make sure to give them back to the library of course, but only after she had pored over them.

The pirates certainly didn't think such scrolls of random numbers and Greek letters were of such importance, which made the scrolls easily unguarded. But she had been unluckily spotted and now she was running for her life across the small island. She needed to get off the island, but how? She had come to the island stowed away on the pirate ship and there was no way she could steal back on there.

Think, Annabeth, think. Athena always has a plan. She thought to herself.

There! A ship sailing closer to the island. Flags of Poseidon on the mast flew closer, and Annabeth frowned. As a daughter of Athena, the alliances between the two countries remained frosty and cordial at best. But what was worse, pirates who wanted to kill her on sight or dealing with idiots from the sea country?

A rough hand grabbed onto her shoulder and she didn't hesitate to launch into a spin-kick, knocking away the pirate's hand. Annabeth dug out her bronze knife, ready to either make her last stand or at least stall enough that the Poseidon ship could come closer. She could only hope that they wouldn't shoot cannons towards land and blast her to smithereens.

She lost track of how many swords she fended off, desperate to remain alive. An arrow pierced her shoulder, and she ripped it out with a painful tug. She was NOT going to die right now, especially when she had come so far.

Then three large booms shattered behind her. The pirates suddenly stopped attacking her to defend their ship that was suddenly being attacked.

"Damn these seaweed-chewing bastards!" The Pirate captain growled. "Come, me lads, we must get out of here! As for you, lass-!"

He lunged at Annabeth, desperate for one last attempt. She parleyed with her knife, but not before groaning. Her knife shoulder had been hurt, and waves of pain spread up her right torso. She grimaced, raising her knife once more.

But before she could make her attack, a large wave from behind crested and snatched the pirates further inland. Annabeth sputtered as she was swirled away in the water. How was it possible? She was still quite inland, too much for any large wave to come so far inland. Her legs kicked desperately in the cold waters, but the water was tricky, gripping at her legs like they were forcing her into the depths.

Then, a large hand pulled her out of the seawater. Annabeth sputtered, gasping out the salty seawater as her hands scrambled for something to hold onto. That something was the dry clothes of a man. Wait, why was he dry when everything on her was soaked?

"You all right there?" He asked.

Annabeth blinked up at him. The man looked to be about her age, with ink-black hair that lay swept over his forehead. And his mesmerizing eyes reminded her of the beautiful sea.

"Um, I'm fine." She answered, still a little stunned at what had happened. She stepped back a little, just noticing that she was literally grabbing onto the stranger. Then, she realized that her Celestial bronze knife was missing, washed away in the sudden wave she bet. "Oh, drat." Thank goodness, her bag with the scrolls was magicked to be waterproof. But where did her knife go?

Annabeth glanced around the surroundings. The pirates were about a hundred yards away, groaning as some lay tangled over bushes. One lay unconscious against a tree. The ground was muddy from being drenched with the seawater. In fact, there was still a few inches of water collecting in puddles and small pools.

"Ah, your knife." The young man said, noting her expression. Then out of the water, her knife suddenly flew up and into her hand.

Annabeth narrowed her eyes at the young man.

The son of Poseidon, no doubt.

Now

Percy pointed to the coral reefs they were now passing by. The water was so clear that she could see deep into their depths. A hammerhead shark played tag with a giant seahorse. Annabeth was so entranced with the gorgeous array of colors that she hardly noticed him leaning even closer.

His arms casually encircled around her, his hands placed on the banister so she was trapped between his body and the ship railing. Not that she minded too much. He wore his usual sleeveless white tunic today, no bronze armor on this time. It left his muscular arms conveniently exposed. His lips were right by her right ear, humming some sea ditty she had yet to learn. Annabeth subtly tilted her head to the left, exposing some of her neck to him. One year ago, if she had been asked if she would ever let a man into her life, she would have snorted and called that person crazy. But now... Now she was willing to let this spawn of Poseidon, her mother's rival, seduce her. She, who preferred logic, could not explain why.

His fingers skimmed the sides of her torso, separated only by the cloth of her tunic. Just last night, those fingers had been trailing over her abdomen, learning her body's secrets. Annabeth's eyes fluttered close as his lips pressed a small kiss on her jawline. Those lips had been in far more inappropriate places.

And then his warmth was gone as suddenly as he had been there. Annabeth sent him a scowl and a reproachful glare at him, but Percy only grinned. The bastard knew that she was attracted to him and went for every opportunity to annoy and tease her about it.

Not that she hadn't tried to ignore such approaches. Such tactics were beneath her, a daughter of Athena. But no matter what she did, she always seemed to end up underneath him instead.

"Ready to explore the city?" He asked playfully.

Annabeth faced the beautiful scenery before her, the city walls fast approaching. He had promised to show her around, even to the palace walls where she had heard of the elusive and captivating mother-of-pearl pillars and the valuable shells and pearls that decorated them. Very few were allowed into the kingdom of Poseidon, so even just a glimpse of the kingdom was shared by the multitude of stories of lucky sailors.

"Oh, yes. I want to hit the libraries, too. Oh! And I need to restock my papers and pencils because my sketchbook is running out of space." Her eyes lit up, thinking of all the things she could do. It was a pity they were only staying a week.

Percy just laughed. She let him hold her hand, gently squeezing it back.

Leo muttered something behind them, casting dark looks at the two. "I am so going to soundproof every single bedroom on this ship."

A year prior

Somehow Annabeth convinced the captain, affirmed now as the spawn of Poseidon, to take her on his ship as a permanent crew member. He was going to anyways, after defeating the pirates, and drop her off at the nearest port. But she saw the chance to explore the world and learn more about architecture.

"I can cook," Annabeth said hopefully as she followed him down the hatch of the ship. It was kind of true. She could make decent food.

Percy just concentrated on making the ropes detangle themselves. Perhaps as a son of Poseidon, he had control over such ship realms too. "Nah, Leo's got that covered." He pointed to a mischievously looking man, who had elf-like ears and a glint in his eyes that made Annabeth want to keep her valuables a little closer to her.

Leo was tinkering with some strips of metal, humming to himself while keeping an eye on the soup in the kitchen stove. She paused to admire the handiwork of the kitchen. They had clearly gone form over function, but the large stove that filled the kitchen seemed quite well-built.

"Is this Celestial bronze? Woah, and it's contructed to be a forge as well! How did you even get this?" Annabeth ran her finger over some of the detailed grooving on the sides of the impressive engine. When she got excited about engineering and architecture, she sometimes could ramble on.

Leo's eyes lit up. "Yeah! I'm glad you can recognize my genius because it's all made by yours truly, me. Look over here!"

She and Leo went back and forth for a few minutes before Percy cleared this throat. She had almost forgotten that she was supposed to be convincing him to let her stay. And somehow, he did.

At the first port they stopped at, Annabeth had considered hiding on the ship so Percy wouldn't force her off. But he didn't seem to mind. By the time they had reached the port, she had already proven herself a sharp fighter in the two pirate battles and one mishap with a combined harpy and sea cucumber monster attack. She hadn't thought sea cucumbers were dangerous, but fighting a gelatinous mass of a monster that was twice as a long as the ship with thirty foot diameter had definitely changed her mind. She had gotten sick of the sea cucumber meals Leo made of the meat within a week.

As the days passed, she quickly got used to the other inhabitants of the ship.

There was Piper, the daughter of Aphrodite whom she quickly became friends with after Piper pranked Percy on eating a spoonful of salt using her charmspeak.

Jason, a son of Jupiter whom she was surprised had a much more friendly relationship with Percy. Weren't children of the Greek and Roman Big Three supposed to be rivals? They often sparred together on the deck, but she couldn't detect a single ounce of malice behind their actions. Judging by the noises at night that came from his cabin, he was in a romantic relationship with Piper.

Then there was Leo, who was a genius at anything that needed crafting, which somehow lent its realm of cooking. She appreciated children of Hephaestus. While she had the vision of architecture, it was the children of Hephaestus who could make such dreams come true.

His girlfriend, Calypso, was a descendant of the Titans. Like a true older sister, Calypso took one look at Annabeth's clothes and using her magic, made a nice set of functional and comfy tunics and dresses. Calypso liked to mother over Leo as well, who particularly enjoyed it.

If Calypso was the older sister, then there was Hazel, a sweet daughter of Hades, who often seemed like a younger sister. Her brown doe eyes melted Annabeth's heart immediately.

And certainly not last was Frank. Despite being a son of Mars, Annabeth was pleasantly surprised to find him quite sweet, unlike the other children of the war god she had encountered. His bulging muscles and build still made a few baby monsters cry despite his soft facial appearance.

It took only a few hours of conversation for Annabeth to learn why they were all together. Just like her, they had adventurous spirits who just wanted to travel and see the world. She could live with that.

The only engima she couldn't figure out was Percy.

Now

Annabeth's jaws went slack at the beautiful palace arising before her. Whereas her mother's Temples were decorated in tall, gleaming white marble with proud pillars, this palace of Poseidon was another impressive sight indeed. She could spend days admiring how the architect had designed the windows so they faced the sea and the sunsets, the balconies that invited one to stand and amuse with the sights.

"There's more to see inside. Come on, I'll show you around."

Percy led her underneath archways made of coral, small pearls dotting here and there.

"Wouldn't thieves try to steal some of these jewels?" Annabeth stepped closer to inspect a beautiful engraving on one of the walls. Golden peach pearls dotted around the image. All the pearls in the palace could be worth five ships of gold. Precious mother-of-pearl statues decorated the corridors, while regal statues of the gods were seen in alcoves. The whole palace exuded immense wealth.

"Security is tight here, even if it doesn't seem like it. Besides, I don't think anyone wants to be cursed by Poseidon. The only way off this island is by ship. My father would probably sink any ships of thieves right away."

"Fair enough."

A salt water stream ran through the palace, and they followed along the banks. Nereids came out of the river, blowing kisses at Percy and casting curious glances at Annabeth. A few gave knowing looks at the two. Annabeth could just hear it now, the rumors spreading across the oceans that the son of Poseidon had brought a daughter of Athena home. She could only hope that Poseidon didn't smite her down. And if he didn't, her mother would.

Percy merely nodded politely back at them. He kept holding her hand as he guided her throughout the palace, pointing at various places of interest.

Five months prior

Leo hummed as he worked the wheel of the ship. Above decks, Annabeth and Piper lazed, watching Percy and Jason spar. Both had their shirts off, tanned muscles gleaming in the sun.

"Huh. He doesn't usually take his shirt off, you know." Piper suddenly said.

"What?" Annabeth had been distracted by how one of Percy's biceps moved as he parleyed one of Jason's stabs. "Who, Jason?"

Piper shook her head, her brunette hair bouncing in waves. Even with her awkwardly chopped hair layers, there was no doubt Piper was beautiful. Annabeth had a feeling that even in tattered dresses, Piper would still look gorgeous. "Jason usually has his shirt off. But Percy keeps his on." Her eyes glinted in amusement. "He's showing off more today."

Annabeth cleared her throat, not sure if she liked where the direction of the conversation was going. "Ah, so Jason usually takes his shirt off for you?"

Piper rolled her eyes and nudged Annabeth's shoulder. "Oh, shut up," she said to the other one's laughter.

They resumed watching the sparring practice. Both were evenly matched, and many practices ended with draws.

Jason's fighting was top-notch, disciplined from his years of Roman training. Sometimes Annabeth felt he did too many honorable things, too gentlemanly. But then from her hammock, she could hear the sounds of Piper moaning and some other very inappropriate noises that made her think that Jason was not quite a prude as she had initially thought.

Meanwhile, Percy's moves were unpredictable, much like a hurricane. Sometimes Annabeth found him up deck at night, sparring alone. His room was right next to Jason's, so it made sense he wanted to escape from such awkward noises until they stopped.

The ship had only been built with five bedrooms. Percy, Jason, Leo, Frank, and Hazel were the original voyeurs, picking up Piper and Calypso on the way a couple years again. Initially, the girls lived in Hazel's room, though most slept in hammocks since there was only one bed. Piper had taken up residence in Jason's room, and Calypso dropped by Leo's room whenever the noises from Jason's room were too loud. Even the sturdy oak walls of the ship couldn't completely block out the sounds of love-making.

The ship suddenly lurched to one side, bringing Annabeth out of her thoughts.

"Not another sea monster," Leo groaned as he steered the wheel away from the impending monster. "I just fixed the hull."

Piper and Annabeth jumped to their feet, weapons ready to fight. One thing was for sure, there was never a dull moment on the ship.

About two months prior

Annabeth had drank too much that was for sure. She found out she was a severe lightweight, head dizzy after just half a cup of alcoholic cider. Or the cider that Calypso made was just too strong.

"Careful, we're going down the stairs." Percy's voice was gentle, guiding her down to the girls' room with his arms wrapped around her.

"Don't wanna sleep," she whined.

"Woah there!"

She had flung her arms around Percy, eyes trying to concentrate on his face. His lips came into focus first, so she did want her foggy mind wanted to do for the past week. She kissed him, pressing him into the wall. Percy stayed shocked for a second, before his lips moved against hers and he angled their heads to fit better. His lips tasted like the apple alcohol they had been drinking earlier, sweet with just a tang of sour and bitterness. She swiped her tongue across his bottom lip, then gently bit it, grinning when it elicited a small groan from him. Then his tongue entered her mouth, intriguing her tongue to a battle of dominance that she willingly partook. He felt good, his arms wrapped around her and his lips caressing hers like that. She hadn't kissed many people before, but she was certain Percy was a phenomenal kisser. Her legs were already feeling like jelly. Still, her mind was already fuzzy from the alcohol and she reluctantly broke apart for air.

"Annabeth...," he moaned as one of her hands slid underneath his cloak and past his chiton robe and felt up his muscles. They were as delicious to touch as they were to look at during his sparring sessions. If only the hallway wasn't so dark and she could see the lines of his abdomen instead. She attacked his jawline next with her lips, liking how the rough shadow of his beard was starting to emerge. Usually he shaved it off, but at night she noticed dark stubble would form. "Not like this," Percy murmured, gently removing her hands. "You're drunk."

And then she blacked out.

When she woke up, she was in her hammock, clothes still fully on, thankfully. Unfortunately, she hadn't lost her memories.

"What have I done?" She swore at herself. Annabeth could smack herself in the head many times.

That day's breakfast was slightly awkward, at least for herself, but Percy acted as normal, teasing her about her rat's nest hair but not mentioning anything about what had transpired between them. So she thought she was safe for now. She could act as though nothing had happened. Still, a small part of her twisted in discomfort. How could he act so easily that nothing had happened?

But then that had happened. The sea bastard had innocently asked her to hand him a drink of water during his practice sparring session. When she obliged, carefully avoiding his direct gaze by staring a foot below his eyesight, he had pulled her towards her until their chests collided. One of his arms wrapped around her waist, keeping her from falling.

"Oops." He didn't sound sorry at all. And now she was looking directly at his pectoral muscles. Her cheeks were bright she was now sure of it.

"You-you-"

He let her go as though nothing had happened. Percy drank the cup of water, his eyes lit with amusement. "Shall we spar?"

Though they had sparred before, her with her dagger and Percy with his sword, this afternoon felt different. Percy went even harder on her than usual, and Annabeth found herself having to focus completely on the match. With her dagger, much shorter than Percy's, she usually had to go close into her enemies to be on the offense. Percy usually kept her at bay with his longer sword. It was good practice normally, as their enemies often brandished swords. But now Percy was letting her get closer and closer. Now and then their faces would come quite close, until she could feel Percy's breath on her skin.

Annabeth scowled. The man was teasing her. With his advanced sword technique, he could have disarmed her many, many times. But the idiot had let her find her rhythm again and again. What was he planning?

Too late did she find out until Percy suddenly grabbed her arm, spun around and aimed for her dagger's hilt. She found herself dropping the weapon, both arms pinned behind her back, and Percy's lips close to hers. His eyes fluttered close as though he was leaning in for the kiss.

Annabeth really wanted to. She remembered last night's mind-numbing kiss as though his lips were seared into her memory. But she did have her pride after all. With Percy distracted, she kneed him and he fell backwards, taking her down with him.

Now she was straddling his hips, her arms on his shoulders. She blinked down at him, wisps of blonde hair flying. Then she did something her logic couldn't explain. She leaned down and kissed him again, lips melding in the heat. This time Percy's hands traced up and down the sides of her torso, gingerly feeling her curves. Annabeth shivered a little with his palm accidentally brushed against her breasts.

"Hi," Percy said when she stopped, pushing herself away from him. Why was she doing this again? Both were panting a little from the sparring and the kiss.

"Hi," she returned. Her cheeks were still red, weren't they?

Six weeks prior

This sea monster was one of the most terrifying things she had ever seen. She had seen a lot of things in her lifetime. But never had she been prepared for her vision to be completely consumed by a humongous, fleshy mouth with six rows of wickedly sharp teeth. Maybe that was what Annabeth got for teasing Piper about the lewd moans she heard at night coming from Jason's room. Maybe it was karma she got for telling Hazel what those lewd noises meant, causing Hazel to not look at either Jason or Piper in the eye. Maybe that's what she got for pushing Leo out of the way before the monster snatched him to eat him. And now she was trapped in front of the sea monster, a nasty serpent that was thirty feet long with fish smelling breath.

"Hit the deck!" Percy yelled.

But before she could do anything, the monster lunged at her. A large wave crashed onto the ship deck and then she was swirling away in the water, over the deck and into the deep seas. The last thing she saw before her head hit the railing was concerned green eyes.

Annabeth woke up, groggy and a bit chilly. The first thing she realized that she was not in her assigned hammock. Instead, she was blessed with a soft downy mattress, a warm blanket that tried to beat the chill and her head on a comfy pillow, and a bare chest pressed to her back.

Wait. A bare chest?

Annabeth froze. She nearly jumped out of the bed, but that would only cause the biggest and embarrassing situation she would have ever encountered. Last night. What happened last night? Wasn't she about to be killed by a giant monster?

Thankfully, she was still in her long tunic, but that was all she was wearing. Percy's breath was steady and slow behind her. She could tell it was him since he always smelled faintly of seas and warm sunshine.

Good. He was still asleep, which meant it would be easier for her to escape his grasp, though she was a bit reluctant since it was still cold. But that was another matter altogether.

She was facing the ship wall, the oak walls staring innocently back at her. His left arm cradled her torso, his hand casually resting ever so lightly on top of her breasts. Annabeth's face flamed. He was so close to just cupping them. Her nipples were hardening at the thought, and she inadvertently squeezed her thighs closer to relieve some of that tension that had been building up for a couple weeks. How was she supposed to get out of that situation?

Should she just wiggle out? She tested it slightly. Just a little bit more...

Percy's arm tightened against her. Annabeth froze as his hand pressed against her right breast. He was so warm right there, and a small moan left her lips. But he was still asleep, mumbling something incoherent as he snuggled into her more. The action only made him press on her more. She whimpered as his hand accidentally grazed her breast again. More, her body cried out. Her body betrayed her when a small trickle of her arousal slipped from between her folds. That ache between her thighs was only growing. And her butt was rubbing against a hardening erection.

She needed to relieve herself. Again. Just like she had been doing for the past week since she accidentally drank one of Piper's lust potions, mistaking it for a cooling potion. Every night since then, she had locked herself in an utility closet or sneaking up the deck at night, her fingers touching over her slit until she came with a pleasurable sigh. And every time she had dreamt of Percy holding her, his fingers doing what hers were doing to her clitoris. Pper had reassured her that the effects would only last a week or two, but that was far too long for her taste. She had stop herself from jumping Percy again every time she saw him.

Just thinking about it made her whimper. Percy groaned behind her, the sound delightfully sexy even in his sleep.

"Annabeth?" He asked drowsily. Instead of letting her go as she expected, he pulled her tighter to his chest.

Annabeth cursed for her bad luck. Percy nuzzled her neck and she almost cried out in frustration, shivering from his touch.

"Are you still cold?" He asked concernedly.

"I...I'm fine."

"You're shivering." His warm breath caressed over her skin.

"Please...," she whimpered. But what was she asking for? Her shivering was just as much as for her need as from the chilliness.

Then a soft pair of lips descended on the crook of her shoulder and neck, gently nipping and kissing. One of his hands finally cupped her breast and she cried out as his fingers played with the hardening nipple. Annabeth couldn't help but arch her back. Percy's reaction was so quick she didn't realize until his other hand gripped her hip and pushed her back until she was grinding back on his erection. She could feel the maleness of him, hard and wanting, just for her. She reached back and squeezed his ass, eliciting a growl behind her. He must be of a thick girth, judging by what she was feeling rubbing against her butt.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Percy warned.

Her heart fell. "Shouldn't, or don't want to?"

"Don't want to?" Percy chuckled darkly. "You have no idea how much I want this, Annabeth Chase." His deep voice trailed over her like an angel's kiss. "How much I want to hold you, touch you, and kiss you." His hand left her breasts and slid down the front of her torso until it reached the juncture of her thighs. "How much I wanted to touch you here." She whimpered as his fingers traced over her slit, exploring the wetness. "How much I wanted you whenever you cried out my name whenever you touched yourself."

Annabeth bit her lip as one of his finger found her clitoris. So he had heard her. Ever since that night when she jumped him, she had to get rid of the feeling of need, her fingers touching her most secretive places, imagining that it was Percy's fingers inside her. And now they actually were. She cried out as one of his fingers gently penetrated her folds, making a come hither motion that had her seeing stars. It was only one finger, but she could already feel the orgasm building up like pressure being held back by a nearly bursting dam. She was so wet already that his finger could easily slip in and out without too much resistance. Yes, this was what she had imagined, him touching her until she was ripe with need.

"Tell me you want me, Wise Girl." He whispered as he worked her between her legs. They were wicked fingers, pinching at her clitoris while dipping in and out of her aroused slit. One finger in and out, the thumb rolling around her clitoris, pinching now and then for extra effect. She was almost going insane with the pleasure, eyes squeezing shut as she tried to focus on what he was doing. If she came now, it would be far too fast. And she wanted this moment to never end, should it send her back to reality.

Annabeth squeezed his ass with fervor. "I want you, just don't stop-oh!" Another finger joined inside her and she arched her back from the insane pleasure of it all. "More!" She cried out, a little louder as her hips buckled into his.

"Fuck," Percy groaned as she rubbed herself against his straining erection. "Careful, keep doing that or -"

She ground against him some more, never one to follow rules. As long as he never stopped touching her. Percy growled, biting her neck as he fingered her with three fingers. "Gods, you're so wet." A trickle of her aroused juices slid past his fingers and onto her thigh. Gods, she wished she could see him, feel him.

Annabeth cried out again as his fingers brushed against her g-spot, a spot she hadn't realized existed in her body. She ground feverishly against his knuckles, wanting more friction. His fingers were so much bigger than hers and they moved in a way that her fingers could not. "Yes, right there!" Percy obliged, gently rubbing against her g-spot as she shuddered in his arms. She cried out once more as Percy nipped and licked at her neck. Who knew that was such a sensitive area?

All too soon, faster than she had ever gotten, she came with his name on her lips, shuddering as the orgasm washed over her. But Percy wasn't done yet, with his fingers still moving inside her. She couldn't do anything but let him finger her, her body dancing to the tune of his fingers. And he was working to get her aroused and ready again. Then his cock was there, brushing against her slit. She eagerly arched to receive him but he moved out of reach.

"Not yet." Percy kissed her shoulder. "I want you absolutely needy and pleasured before then."

He moved his cock until it slid on the outside of her folds, slowly moving it until his cock was covered in his juices.

"Pervert," she moaned out. She could feel the head dip just barely inside her folds, before slipping by with a delicious but frustrating tingle.

"I'm not the one touching myself and moaning my name." Percy laughed. Even with just the head of his cock teasing her folds, she was already ready to come again. Yes, she could almost visualize his strong length slip inside her, giving the utmost pleasure she sought.

Then he stopped abruptly and moved out of the bed. Annabeth could have killed him if she had her dagger. She turned around in the bed about to give him a piece of her mind. Percy was already pulling on his clothes. "This is just a sneak peek." He grinned. "Next time, when you need to relieve yourself, just come to me and I'll help anytime."

Annabeth scowled. "There will be no next time." She had to get some sense into her. She willed her logic to come back through the fog of pleasure he had given her. Percy was a rival, a son of Poseidon! But one who made her heart beat and feel confused...

"Whatever you say," Percy shrugged. Then he glanced down her body, and Annabeth realized she had dropped the covers with her breasts exposed. She snatched up the covers, covering her front. He gave her a crooked smirk, the smile lighting up his handsome features. "I'll await you whenever you're ready."

And as much as she detested it. There was indeed a next time. Many times, in fact.

The first had been that night in fact. It was her time to take the night patrol of the ship. And the aching need was back in her lower stomach, annoying as she remembered how he had touched her there that morning. Annabeth sighed, slumping down the railing of the ship until she sat down. It had taken a lot of effort to avoid Percy that whole day. The trouble was, she had ship duties and the ship was only two hundred feet. Not many places to hide.

Her senses were still on alert for any signs of trouble, but then her thoughts wondered to that morning, her back pressed against Percy's chest. His hands roaming over her skin, like soft kisses from an angel. He had been aroused by her, the proof nudging behind her. How would it feel to be inside her?

That was how Percy had found her, sitting in the front of the bow with her thighs apart and three fingers deep inside her. She didn't even notice his approach, much less a potential sea monster. All she could focus on was the feeling of her fingers inside her. A pity her fingers weren't as thick as his were.

Percy descended on her before she realized what was happening. He kneeled before her removing her fingers, his head bowed. And all of the sudden, she felt his warm tongue lavish at her folds. Annabeth's hands flew at his head, grasping at his hair.

"What? Seasweed Brain-" And his tongue swirled around her swollen clitoris, and she shuddered under the assault. Her hands automatically pulled his head closer, wanting more. He was warm, the tongue gently swirling around her swollen clitoris before moving on to dip as much as it can inside her folds. And damned she was if more of her arousal liquid was slowly seeping out. Percy only seemed to lick at her with more fervor, delighting her as his tongue did such wicked things.

"Yes, right there, Percy, mmmm...," she sighed, her hips buckling in a desperate attempt to feel more friction. His hair felt silky in her hands, and every time she pulled on his hair involuntarily, he would groan against her folds, treating her to more delights.

Percy gave her one more tantalizing lick before adjusting their position so she was sitting sideways on his lap, her back cradled by his left arm. He pulled her closer, giving her a mind-numbing kiss. She could taste herself on his lips, swirling her tongue eagerly with his. Percy had the ability to take her breath away with just one simple kiss.

"Touch yourself," he murmured against her lips. "Show me what you do when you imagine it's me pleasuring you."

"You," she could only gasp out before his thumb trailed over her clitoris. His sarcastic smile only grew as she grasped onto the front of his clothing for more stability. Gods, his fingers felt amazing. She buried her face in his neck, smelling the salty sea scent. But she had her pride after all. She pressed her lips against his ear and nibbled his earlobe. "Why don't you show me what you do when you imagine me in your bed?"

Annabeth grinned when Percy tensed. Bet he wasn't expecting that. But he was only startled for a moment before grinning and whispering back to her. "Gladly, Wise Girl." He nuzzled her chin, landing a series of soft kisses at the tender flesh of her jawline. "I'd imagine you were like this, wet for me as I licked you into oblivion, your body soft and pliant. And your hands would touch me here." He moved one of her hands to feel his cloth-covered cock. He was powerful, throbbing beneath that thin barrier of cloth. "And you'd pleasure me while I pleasured you, your sweet tongue on my cock. Then your golden hair spilling over my bed while I kissed you all over your body."

Her breath caught in her throat as the images of what he was saying popped into her mind. His words were dirty indeed, and any other day she would have blushed from head to toe. But somehow those words only made her more wet. She whimpered as his fingers played with her slit. The return of his fingers felt good, too good. They were much longer and thicker than hers, thrusting into her with a careful rhythm. She wonders if a person could get addicted to someone else like that.

Percy's kisses turned down, away from her neck. They trailed over to her breasts, suckling through the cloth to her pebbling nipples. She could just melt in his embrace. Thankfully his left arm was still supporting her before she could fall down in embarrassment. But enough was enough. Annabeth decided to take charge as well, pulling down the sleeves of her chiton until her front torso was exposed.

"Gods, you're beautiful," he murmured. His mouth reverently catches one misbehaving nipple, suckling at it until it peaked hard. His mouth felt hot and wanting, the tongue swirling around the areola.

Annabeth sighed as he tenderly massaged her breasts. Her own hands traveled down the front of his chest, eagerly feeling his muscles moving beneath her hands. "I want to touch you," she said breathlessly. It wasn't fair that he had gotten to see and touch her naked.

Percy complied, easily unclasping the brooch that bound his tunic together. The cloth slipped down his broad shoulders, and she marveled his flesh in the moonlight, tanned by the sun and sea. How would his body look against hers? The moonlight was not enough to see all of him.

Just as he had done to her, she licked at one of his nipple, enjoying how he tensed and quickened his pace between her thighs. They rubbed against her special spot again, the building waves of her pleasure growing and growing from the tension.

Suddenly she came, accidentally biting down on him a little rougher than she meant to. Percy hissed and curved his fingers inside her. "Minx," he grinned. He pulled out his fingers and licked them, as casually as if he was just eating a treat.

Annabeth watched as he licked his fingers, absentmindedly stroking his erect cock. He was indeed thick as she thought, too thick for her fingers to almost encircle. Percy tensed as her fingers slowly trailed over the head, where a bead of precum had formed. The tips of her fingers rubbed the liquid over the top, lubricating it. Percy helped as his fingers gently slid over her slit again, making sure to make her gasp as his fingers brushed against her swollen clitoris. His fingers came coated in her arousal juices, and then slid down his own cock to lubricate it.

Annabeth's eyes closed as his lips captured hers again. She swore she didn't drink that night, but his kisses could make her drunk in pleasure. All the while, her hands gently moved up and down his hard cock. He felt like velvet underneath her hands, tensing now and then as her fingers moved up and down.

Percy groaned and leaned his head down, lips brushing against her collarbones. His fingers curved deliciously inside her again, stroking the heat within.

"Percy," she whined as his pace turned excruciatingly slow. From the months of spending time with him, she came to learn that his sarcastic wit came equipped with teasing humor, the same teasing he was treating her to right now. His beautiful green eyes glittered in amusement as he played her body like an instrument. His right hand between her thighs just wouldn't speed up. She was so close to reaching another orgasm, but every time she was close, he would just slow down until her pleasure went back to a low burn of heat.

So her actions doubled in return, sliding up and down his shaft swiftly, wanting him to reach his release quickly. Annabeth had a feeling that he would enjoy a slower rhythm even more. Her arousal juices lubricated the process easily, her palms moving over the skin smoothly. Percy's eyes soon turned glassy as his body tensed under her motions.

"Oh gods, so close." Percy growled, his deep voice churning butterflies in his stomach. Gods, she was becoming addicted to him too easily. She murmured something in agreement before pushing off and kneeling down in front of him.

"Wait, Wise Girl, you don't need to-"

Before Percy could say another word, she leaned down and captured his cock with her mouth. The reaction was immediate with Percy tangling his hands in her long golden hair, eager to feel more of her mouth. Her tongue swirled over the tip of his cock. He tasted salty, like the sea, not entirely unpleasant. His hips thrust forward, wanting to have more of his cock inside that warmth. Annabeth's hands gently stroked the two sacks at the base of his cock, causing him to shudder. He was sensitive everywhere there, a note that Annabeth filed in her mind to remember later. She released him with a pop, just to grab a much needed breath of air. Then she returned to her endeavors with a passion, her tongue teasing down the length. She sneaked a glance up at him. His eyes were closed, his mouth open in a moan.

"Annabeth-" He squeezed her shoulder in urgency. She merely took more of him in her throat, allowing him to spill into her throat. His seed tasted salty as well. Gods almighty, but it was a lot. Percy merely groaned, his hips still slightly thrusting upwards to draw out his pleasure.

She released him and sat up. Percy pulled her close to him, his thumb wiping away a stray trickle she had missed. The wind picked up and she instinctively snuggled into his embrace.

Neither of them said a word. Annabeth buried her face into the crook of his neck. What should she do or say? The relationship between Percy and her had definitely changed, but to what?