A/N: So…Hello! This is me responding to an anon message from tumblr, but I don't think said anon is online so I'm just going to post it here! It is dangerously on the line between T and M, so I'm just going to call it T because I think it should be fine. It's VERY short but it's just a random response to a "cooking" prompt, to get me back into the groove of writing Percabeth.

Also…SON OF NEPTUNE OH MY GODS. Not even kidding I just want ALL THE PERCABETH FIC. Also I have mucho ideas for fics in the near future, so keep an eye on this account!

No SoN spoilers in this fic.

Read, review, but I hope you enjoy!

"I have no idea why you won't help me bake the actual carrot cake, Annabeth," said Percy as he opened the oven door. "It's not like you'll get burnt or anything."

Annabeth glared at him. "You know I'm only good with making frosting, you idiot."

Sticking a toothpick into the middle of the cake and carefully avoiding the hot metal, Percy grinned, satisfied, with the cake.

"You know one of these days you'll learn that cooking isn't actually that bad," he said, putting the cake on the counter in front of Annabeth.

"Frosting," said Annabeth, stirring the sugary goodness harder in the bowl, "is cooking. Sort of. It's all I can do. This, omelets, grilled cheese, and sandwiches. Those are my culinary talents."

"You simply refuse to conform to any stereotype, don't you, Wise Girl?" Percy leaned over the table and kissed her lightly. He paused. "You taste like cream cheese frosting," he said with a grin against her lips.

"Do not," Annabeth mumbled, leaning in for another kiss. "You're just delusional. You're brain is going, Percy. You're getting old."

Percy pulled away. "I'm only turning twenty!" he said. "Besides, you'll be twenty in November, so don't you call me old." All he got in response was a ridiculous grin. "Or maybe you're just three years old," he said, taking the spoon and bopping her on the nose with it. "You frosting stealer."

"It's both of our frosting," said Annabeth. "And you got frosting on my nose."

Percy leaned in and kissed it off. "There," he said, "all gone." The look on Annabeth's face, devilish and intelligent and with a little spark of seduction, worried him.

"Hmm," said Annabeth. "I wonder what's going to happen if I do...This." She dipped her finger in the frosting and dragged it across his jaw line. Percy raised an eyebrow. Annabeth stood from her chair and walked over to him, and pressed her lips to the frosting covered skin, leading Percy to shiver and breathe unsteadily.

"A-Annabeth," he said. "The, um," he forgot what he was about to say for a moment as she flicked her tongue over the hollow of his throat, "pan," he choked out. "Pan...Hot."

"Then why don't you move?" she said sternly, pushing him away from the counter. He stumbled backwards until he hit the refrigerator, gasping harshly as Annabeth pushed his shirt up and raked her nails down his chest.

"Nggh," was his only response.

His entire mode of communication for the next few minutes was a collection of faint gasps and desperate moans as Annabeth put her lips back on his, until after a few moments she reached his belt buckle.

"Wait," he said breathing harshly, "wait, oh, gods."

"You're so cute when you get tongue tied," she said, grinning up at him. "Wait for what?"

"Bedroom," he managed to choke out, "let's...Let's go now."

Annabeth stood up, pulling her shirt off over her head. "Do you have anything against doing this in the kitchen?"

Percy grinned and crushed his lips to Annabeth. "Nah," he said.

"Good," said Annabeth. "Because you should have me against the refrigerator in the next few seconds."