AN- I'd like to start this AN off my thanking all my reviewers- you guys rock! You made me wanna update every chance I got and you made the stories worth writing. Thanks!

Ending with a goodie. Percabeth! Love them together, best couple of the series. Technically...only couple of the series. I know I'm totally breaking my rule (no repeats) but my first Percabeth sucked. So, here's a much better one (I hope).

Thanks for reading and enjoy. I felt this moment was so perfect, it deserved both their insights.

Percy Jackson is naked. He's covered by a blue comforter and his head is resting on a soft, down pillow. He stares at the ceiling. He counts the ridges. He does everything but glance over to his right, at the body that's lying there.

He feels different. He's-as cliche as it sounds- a man now. He smiles, he can't help it, and stretches a little. He takes a deep breath and finally looks over at her. She's still sleeping. Blond hair sprawled out on the pillow, curly as ever. It's covering her face. He gently brushes it away. Her eyes, gray with the power to pierce into his soul, are closed. Her nose wrinkles a little.

She's a goddess.

He closes his eyes and he sees them. Standing nervously beside the bed, lips moving together furiously-hands awkwardly undoing buttons. Her shirt goes over her head and she looks at him, gray eyes tinted with nerves. And he gives her a shaky smile and he kisses her and his arms move around her waist, feeling her warm skin and the butterflies fly away.

Because this is Annabeth. And she's what he's been waiting for.

Clothes are gone. She tries to hide her body but he doesn't let her. She has no reason to be shy; she's perfection-every part of her. He kisses her again and her arms go around his neck and their bodies meet. There's sparks and there's heat and fire and it burns but it feels so good. And she pushes him back onto the bed and she hovers over him and they look at each other.

There's no need for words.

He smiles and opens his eyes.

Annabeth Chase wakes up in a bed that is not her own. She's not wearing any clothes and she's not alone. She blinks a couple times and sees her long-time boyfriend lying next to her, his eyes are closed and he's grinning.

She feels like grinning too.

She feels different. She's-as cliche as it sounds-a woman now. She doesn't feel awkward or nervous. She doesn't want to leave the bed. She's happy. She thinks back to last night- the shedding of the clothes that was new and that kissing that wasn't. She remembers his body.

She's seen him shirtless before but this is different- a million times more intimate. She runs her hands down his chest and she feels his heart beating underneath her hand. She feels the love he has for her and she for him and, when they look at each other, she sees it.

He's Percy. He's hers and she's his and that's how it was always meant to be. And this is merely cementing that fact. His eyes roam over her body and she feels brave. They kiss and they fall onto the bed and she's ready.

She's always been ready. She's finally ready enough.

She comes back to the present as Percy opens his eyes. They stare at each other for seconds, for a minute, for however long they do. And she closes the gap between them and kisses him.

"Morning, Seaweed Brain." she murmurs as she pulls away.

"Morning Wise Girl." he whispers, stroking her cheek gently.

She smiled and moves closer again, this time into his embrace. His arms tighten around her and she feels safe. And loved.

And this is perfection.

AN- Again, thanks for reading!