Hey y'all. I know it's been forever and I kept you waiting way too long, but here's the third and final chapter of this story. Thank you all for the reviews, favorites, and follows. It means so much. And to those that had your suspicions, no Annabeth does not get pregnant. This chapter is a bit more intense than the others, so be aware.

I hope this holds you over until Rick finishes ripping our hearts out in House of Hades. Or until the next story I can come up with. Once again, Riordan owns these babies. Not me.

DFTBA

I stare up at Percy, puzzled. "Try what?"

He stands, leaving me all sprawled out on my back. Looking at the position I'm in for a second, he then turns and walks to where our bags are. "You'll see."

I stay quiet, watching his movements very carefully. My eyes drift down his muscular back, stopping at his butt, smirking to myself. His weight shifts, sensing my gaze on him. Moments pass before he finally turns around with the light blue tie he wore at dinner and his camp shirt in hand.

"Percy? What do you need those for?" My heart hammers. I have a good guess as to what he has in mind, but it just surprises me that these ideas are coming from him.

"Well," he starts, sitting across from me as I sit erect. "I heard about couples using things like this during sex and I thought we should try it. We've done so much already."

My gaze shifts from him to his tie to his shirt. "We aren't a dominant and submissive couple, though."

Percy's eyes glaze over, like they usually do when he's visibly confused. "Wait... What do you mean?"

"I mean that one of us isn't a total dominant in bed over the other." I take a deep breath, expecting more questions from him.

"Yeah," he muses, trying to wrap his head around what I said in relation to what he's heard. "We switch who's in control."

I start to play with his tie, picturing everything in my head, finding it extremely erotic. "It's not only about control, Percy. It's total dominance. The dominant does things to his submissive for his pleasure. The submissive is okay with that and agrees to whatever the dominant wants. We aren't like that. We get pleasure from pleasuring the other."

"And that's why I want to do this. I want to see how it makes you feel. I want to see if you experience anything different. Just a little restraining. You'll be in good hands."

"I know, but your shirt? That won't hold my hands back." Thinking more and more about this is getting me excited.

Percy colors slightly. "Oh, these weren't for your hands. I'd need another tie. I was going for your eyes and mouth, to cover them. So you can just feel your body react."

I smile a little, reaching out to touch his warm cheek. "I'll do it. I'll try it for you."

"You will?" His faces lights up like a small child getting a new toy. I nod and he leans in, planting one on my lips.

He pushes me back and I let him get used to firmly taking charge. I take the tie from him and wrap it around his neck, deepening the kiss. Percy descends on top of me, one arm with the shirt keeping him propped up. Our abdomens press together completely.

Twisting both ends of the tie around my hands, I hold him close, waiting to be scolded for taking more control than I should be. His teeth suck on my lower lip and his hips start to grind, eliciting groans from the two of us. My fingers grab his hair, pulling the loosened tie taut behind his neck. His name passes my lip in a mere hum.

"Shh," he coos. "Don't demand anything."

I exhale through my nose, part in frustration and part pleasure, pushing my body to his. Holding him by the sides of his face, I pull back to look at him. "I should be able to talk now, we aren't doing anything just yet. I want to look at your eyes."

He flicks his eyebrows with a cocky smile. "Quiet, Chase." His nose brushes mine, speaking against my lips. "It'll all be worth it. You will be the happiest girl in the world tonight."

"Quite a lot of talk, Jackson, but no action," I tease, loosely draping the tie around his neck again.

His smile turns mischievous. That naughty twinkle in his eyes appears. Percy sits up between my legs placing the shirt on my stomach. He hovers over me, holding his tie in front of my eyes. I nod, getting anxious for him to put it on and get going. He covers my eyes and places a sweet, gentle kiss on my lips as he secures it, blindfolding me. I grin, extending my hands blindly in front of me, a palm landing on Percy's face. He kisses the fingers on his mouth and then presses his nose into my hand, shifting his body around. Then, he's gone. I freeze without his mouth on me. Chills run up and down my spine at his hot breath on my neck, whispering, "I'm covering your mouth now."

A long, searing kiss is placed on my parted mouth before he wraps his camp shirt around my head and I bite down on the fabric. Exhaling through my nose, I feel him secure it and pull away, probably to admire his work.

This is crazy. Crazy kinky. I hate not seeing him. Not being able to taste him. I reach out with two hands. "Percy..."

His head nuzzles up to the crook of my neck, letting me grab on to his hair. Sliding his tongue up and down until he reaches my right breast, he takes it into his mouth and gently sucks and nips. One hand claws my stomach and I start to understand why he did this. I can't see what he's doing or what he'll move to next. I have to sit back and relax and let him decide how I will react. I push my chest up, giving him access to do more. His thumb grazes over a hardened nub, making a low groan come from me.

Percy continues his luxurious torture, gradually moving down my body until my whole abdomen has been covered with his kisses. He brushes his nose just above the apex of my thighs, hands clamped on both of my hips, holding them up off the mattress. My grip doesn't release on his hair. His lips ever so lightly touch my left inner thigh, making the tight and tingling sensation between my legs almost unbearable. I feel like I'm burning, hopelessly burning for him. Setting my hips back down, Percy moves his hands, spreading my legs more by delicately stroking the lips to where I so desperately need him.

A strangled moan comes out with a sigh attached to his name at the contact that gets muffled by the shirt. "Percy..."

He speaks against my right thigh now, "Full name and you get what you want, right now."

Once again his fingers and words tease me. I sigh, trying not to arch up too high. I cave and let him control. I bite down on the fabric, trying my best to say his name. "Perseus..."

And as soon as I said it, in went a finger, one massaging my hyper-sensitive clitoris. He nips my upper inner thigh, all of his movements gentle and relaxed. His index finger goes in, out, in and around, making sure he gets the best spots while his thumb for that hand found pleasure in feeling the surrounding lips. Percy hums while he kisses, adding another finger. Then another soon after. My thoughts get jumbled. My breathing speed increases tenfold.

"Mmm..." My arousal is pushing me closer to the edge, groaning and humming being the only things that make sense.

His movements stop and he pulls his hands away, placing them on my upper thighs. I feel the slight tickle of his breath against my hot core. I stutter, my hips moving up where I feel his face is. Percy continues to exhale on me, not quite giving me what I want. I roughly shove his head closer, but his grip tightens on my thigh, making me cry out.

"No. I'm doing this. I know exactly what you want. I can see it. I can smell it, " Percy reprimands my actions. His tongue strokes my clit, mumbling about how much I'm aching for him. How amazing it will be to just let go. How fantastic it'll feel because I can't see anything. He rolls my clit between two fingers and a whimper leaves my mouth. I don't know if he even heard it, but a low hum in the back of this throat begs to differ.

While distracted by what he did or did not hear, Percy's tongue glides up my entrance. I inhale, arching off of the bed. He sweeps it all around, hitting my walls and sweet spot. One hand rests on my stomach with his fingers splayed. The other is pressed to my very upper and very inner part of my thigh. I keep his head in place and move to him. A deep throated groan barely makes it passed his shirt. His mouth picks up the pace, repeatedly hitting my g-spot. My insides start to tighten. I clench my toes, holding on for dear life, not yet ready to climax.

"Annabeth, stop. Breathe. Let go, " Percy says calmly, contrasting my burning centre and constant panting.

I rub his scalp with my fingers and push my hips up a bit more, silently telling him to just finish. His teeth graze along my clit before he delves back into me. I gasp as his hums a nameless tune and strikes my sweet spot. With a loud moan and a contorted body, I finally orgasm. Spots of white splash my vision and this overcoming sensation takes over my body. Because I'm unable to see or taste, it heightened the feelings of my climax, making it more intense than ever. He peppers kisses around my low stomach and thighs, waiting for me to unclench my fingers and toes and relax. His hands rub my knees to the front of my thighs. I feel hot. A thin sheen of sweat covers my body. I'm anxiously waiting for where Percy goes next.

"Shh... Relax..." He kisses up my belly, gliding his palms along my hipbones.

I hum quietly, loosening my death grip on his hair to caress his face. Exhaling slowly, I feel his mouth travel up my chest to my neck. A hand lands on my breast and starts to lightly squeeze. Another traces up my jaw line to my cheek. His teeth nibble at my pulse point, making sure to leave a mark. My leg wraps around his hip, feeling his growing erection press directly into my thigh. I grind against him needing closeness. My palms rub his shoulder blades, feeling the muscles move as he does. It's an incredible feeling the solely feel and hear him. To feel how his body works/reacts against and to mine. My fingers toy with the hairs at the nape of his neck. His intensity of grinding increases. I start to need him. Really need him. I make an urgent noise into the shirt in my mouth.

Percy gets the message and feels me arousal. Moving away slowly he whispers: "Be patient. Hold on."

He leans off of me, most likely grabbing more protection, then straddles my hips, pushing my legs closer together. I feel him drop something light on my stomach, tickling me.

"Reach out a hand," he orders in a very unPercy-like tone.

I do what he says and feel his length brush my fingertips. He scoots up my body so I can firmly grip him with his fingers at my wrist. My hand slides up and down his shaft. We both make a noise when he gets harder in my hand. He pushes his hips to me and I tighten my grip on him, moving quicker. Percy squeezes my wrist, grunting. He picks up whatever was on my stomach, a condom, and places it forcefully in my hand not on him.

I groan loudly, reminding him that I can't see and that he'll have to do this himself. He curses and takes the wrapped condom back, pushing my hand away. I place my palms on his hips, waiting for him to get ready. Lightly, I claw his legs, holding myself back from grabbing his erection again.

Suddenly, he moves. My legs are pushed up, bent at the knees and out from under him. I'm grabbed by the waist. "Sit up and hold my shoulders."

I do what he says and I'm lifted up with his hands on my thighs just under my butt. He places me in his lap, positioning my hips just above him so I feel his tip poke my lips. I shift how I'm sitting so I'm balanced on my knees, making it easier for me to move once we start going. His palms rest on my bottom and lower back, ready to shove me down. Percy's nose brushes mine, kissing my cheeks. His nails start to dig into my skin. I arch up, our chests pressed together, my nose touching his neck. He reaches between my legs, running a finger along the length of my lips. A quiet whimper forces it's way pass my makeshift gag into his ear. I grab his length, our hands guiding me on top of him. As soon as we make contact, I return my hand to his shoulder and his go back to squeezing my butt and hip.

I start slowly, sliding up and down, getting used to the position. We've done it like this before, with me being able to see and kiss. His mouth traces my chest, nipping on the smooth skin above my breasts. I feel his throat vibrate as he hums contentedly.

He clenches his hands on my skin, starting to push our speed. I groan, forcing myself on him slower, refusing to go quicker now.

Percy gets clever, knowing he can't get his way. A hand goes between my legs and lightly starts to toy with my clit as he finds a way to angle his hips to hit my g-spot. I cry out, throwing my head back, causing the gag to become loose and slip out of my mouth. I open my eyes for a split second, checking to see if he noticed I can speak now. His eyes are shut in pleasure as he kisses all of the open area from my neck to my ribs. I exhale, picking up our speed just a little bit. Percy's tied up camp shirt slips down to my neck and my lips brush his pulse point.

"Annabeth?" He chokes out and I suck below his ear, making sure I'm not too rough in fear of a dark hickey.

I grin, speaking into his ear. "It got loose and fell off. Leave it."

He forcefully grabs my face, turns it to his and smashes his mouth on mine. I feel the tickle of his breath on my lips as he gasps for air. He makes my hips move faster, slamming into me. Percy's fingers weave through my curls, disturbing my blindfold, too wrapped up in pleasure to notice.

Sweat starts to appear on my body, adding to the familiar friction between our hips. His grunts and groans begin to make me wild. I don't know how much longer I can take. His tie blindfold over my eyes is pushed up slightly by his hands, giving me some visibility. By now I'm coming to the point where I'm starting to need release and don't care anymore. My nails claw his back, the heels of my hands sliding on his skin from the sweat. Percy trails his fingers down my spine to the small of my back making goosebumps appear in response to his touch. I then feel his palm grab one side of my behind which is nothing new considering our position. But something must have set him off to get confident and his hand smacks me in the rear. I gasp and rest my head in the crook of his neck.

"Percy!" I cry out, not expecting that at all.

"I-I'm sorry... I don't... Annabeth I-"

I cut his sputtering apology off with a rough kiss, my words almost unintelligible. "It's fine... Do it again."

He tenses for a moment, rubbing the side he didn't hit and slaps me again. A loud noise comes out of my mouth and I speed out pace up even more, clinging onto him. He thrusts a few more times and I can't take it. I grab his wrist, moving his cupped hand off my butt and down to my clit. I start his movements, even though he doesn't need the help. He knows what to do to make me scream.

And he does just that. Percy rubs the bundle of nerves between two fingers, pulling gently. His other hand scratches my back like what I'm doing to his while his teeth go to my neck. A brush of the nail on his thumb on my clitoris and I can't take it anymore. Completely lost in the moment with pleasure, his full name flows out of my mouth as I orgasm loudly, my body dominated by ecstasy. I hear and feel him follow my release soon after I finish, my name coming out in that gruff and husky voice I love so much.

My body collapses on his, sitting in his lap before he even got a chance to pull out. Resting my head on his sweaty chest, I hear his heart pound. A smile spreads over my face, placing my palm on his skin to feel the quickened beating. His fingers touch my back, wiping up any droplets he can. We lie in silence for a bit, breathing each other's air, exhausted. He unites his gag that's hanging around my neck, throwing it off the bed. Then, Percy does the same with the blindfold, it soon joining his shirt. Slowly, my hips are lifted for him to pull out and remove his condom, which makes it to the garbage with tissues haphazardly wrapped around.

I curl up on my side, burrowed beneath the covers, waiting for him to return to this half of the bed. Suddenly, a wave of heat presses against my back, grabbing my hand to intertwine our fingers as the other plays with my hair. Dainty kisses make their way around my shoulders and back of my neck. Percy pushes my hips to fit his using the hand with mine in it.

I'm the first to speak. "Percy?"

"Mmm?" I feel his voice vibrate against my neck.

"Happy birthday."

He responds quieter, his voice still husky, "Happy anniversary."

"You too." I squeeze his hand. "I love you."

"I love you too."

We're silent for a bit, listening to the sounds of the city and our breaths. Thinking, he drifted off to sleep, I decided to not say anything. Just then his mouth started to trace a line from my pulse point down to my collarbone.

"If you want to build a future with me, Percy, I would be thrilled to help you." Squeezing his hand, I blurt out.

"Baby steps, Annabeth. Baby steps." He speaks directly into my ear. "Let's enjoy this time together. Worry about ourselves first."

"But we-"

Percy pushes my shoulder back to cut me off with a kiss. His free hand cups my chin. As he slowly pulls away, he locks eyes with me, whispering. "Us. Right now. Don't plan for once. Take a risk."

I exhale. "Risk? I'm dating you aren't I?"

"Exactly," he nods, "so you should have no problem. I'm a huge risk. I'm such a bad boy, you can't resist."

Giggling, I poke his chest with my index finger. "You are the most heroic bad boy I've ever met."

He kisses me lightly and returns to spooning me. "That's because you make my dark, mysterious exterior go away."

"As if, Seaweed Brain."

Our laughter fills the room as conversation fades into the darkness of two thirty am. I listen to the sounds of Percy's steady breaths, realizing he drifted off quicker than I did. My eyes close, sinking deeper into the sheets, completely engulfed in the warmth of his body. I relax and fall asleep with a small smile on my lips.