A/N: Hello~ou! I'm in this frantic writing phase where I'll start sprouting small percabeth oneshots all the time, but I think some of them are too small to be published as oneshots, so I'll put them here. I have a tumblr where I put all my drabbles and oneshots, and I guess much of what I put there I'll publish here. It's percabethfiles . tumblr . com, in case anyone is wondering. Now, on to the first one!

Disclaimer: Rick Riordan owns Percy Jackson and Heroes of Olympus.

Mad

She looked so hot when she was mad.

Percy didn't know from what corner of his twisted mind that particular piece of information came from, but he couldn't help thinking it. Every time Annabeth started yelling at him, half his brain was trying to be mad at her too, while the other half... Well, the other half was trying to concentrate on not pulling her to him and smashing his lips to hers. It was crazy, he shouldn't be turned on by his girlfriend while she was red in the face and spitting insults at him, but damn it all to hell.

It was the way her eyes looked so alight with her anger, the way she started breathing harder as she escalated in volume, the way her chest heaved up and down with each word she threw at him. His brain slowly started to block her tirade and produce other images in front of his eyes. And suddenly all he could think about was her panting and screaming in a whole other context. Maybe he had a death wish or he had knocked his head too much over the years, but sometime between when he had first started dating Annabeth and now, he had developed this little daydream in which he just grabbed her, threw her against the wall and made her shut up mid insult.

He shifted uncomfortably on his seat, trying to hide what his girlfriend's yelling was doing to him. She was up in his face and pissed as all hell, poking his chest accusingly while her mouth was spitting fire. He couldn't even remember what she was yelling about, he had stopped listening somewhere after the "You're so stupid!", because as scary as she could be when she was mad, she was wearing this white button up blouse and the first button was undone and his eyes kept fleeting back down her neck, because damnitalltohell if she wanted to fight she shouldn't wear something so distracting. She inhaled deeply to catch her breath and he nearly groaned at the motion. How did she do this? Turn him into this snapping exploding pile of nerves without even being aware of it? She was yelling at him and calling him an idiot and instead of being mad at her, he was thinking about bending her over the kitchen table and...

"PERCY JACKSON!" She screeched.
"What?" He jumped, startled, an uncontrollable blush staining his cheeks.
"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?" She stepped closer to him. He jumped off the bench he was sitting on and turned around.
"Yes, yes, I'm an idiot, I get it." he said quickly, trying to hide behind the counter because if she looked a little south she was going to notice just how much their argument was affecting him and he was pretty sure she wouldn't be amused.

That was apparently the wrong thing to say, because it sent her on a whole new row of insults about how he never took her seriously, how he never listened to her, and he really tried to understand what she was saying. For a while, at least. And then she moved just like that, and her shirt rode up, exposing a stripe of smooth golden skin and holly Hades, the images his imagination produced with that small incentive... He looked away, trying his hardest to get his mind from that before he did something stupid.

"LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M TALKING TO YOU!"

Oh, gods... She was going to be the death of him.