Features Punk!Percy and Preppy!Annabeth.

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Unexpected pairing=Unexpected Distractions

Rating: T/M (language and adult themes)

Pairing: Percabeth

Summary: Annabeth's busy enough as she is, but when Percy arrives tapping- or actually, banging, it sounded like- at her window begging for help in preparing for a chemistry test tomorrow, she can't exactly decline. But a certain distraction neither of them expected has both the feared tattooed, skateboarding and pierced troublemaker of the school as well as his popular cheerleading, startlingly beautiful and intelligent girlfriend both on their knees. And of course, not to mention it's hard to maintain the necessary self-control to actually study when your gorgeous girlfriend is missing a very important piece of clothing which often prevents you from throwing her against the bed the moment you lay eyes on her.

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Rubbing her hands harshly over her face, Annabeth Chase, president of the debate club, captain of the cheerleading squad, juggling infinite amounts of AP classes, breezing through every honors class, Goode High's most terrifying, popular senior, all with her perfectly naturally curled hair, puckered red lips and popping grey eyes, groaned bitterly and tossed her pencil onto her desk with so much force it bounced a couple of times. Fucking calculus, she thought, scowling rancorously. Unconsciously, her gaze travelled to the ledge carrying picture frames above her desk, catching on one frame in particular. She rubbed her eyes tiredly. The questions, letters, symbols, numbers, glared up at her irritatingly from the white sheet below her. She was so not in the mood for this. Maybe she should just wrap up her physics today, perhaps throw a bit of psychology into the mix as well, and get started on calculus tomorrow? No, maybe-

She jumped abruptly, jolted out of her racing thoughts as a series of sharp knocks against her window shattered the peaceful silence surrounding her. Mouth still twisted into a scowl, she spun around, only to find a boy dressed in black skinny jeans and a leather jacket perched on a branch right outside her window. Percy's piercings glinted in the moonlight, the shadow of a tattoo peeking out from beneath his sleeve. He smirked mischievously at her.

Sighing, she stood up from her seat and ambled up to her window, swinging it open. "What are you doing here?"

"Visiting my gorgeous girlfriend," he replied easily, sliding into the room. He grabbed her hips and pulled her body to his, pressing his lips to hers in a quick kiss. When he pulled back, Annabeth's sugar coated lips twitched at how out of place he seemed, a lean, muscled structure of black and silver and skin amidst walls of purples and pinks and whites.

"Well, this gorgeous girlfriend of yours needs to get back to studying," she said, half growling. "Plus, my oh-so nice mother is at home, so it's not really the best time right now, Percy." Heavily collapsing back into the chair, she eyed him as he stood with his hands stuffed into his pockets in front of the window. His black bangs were plastered to his forehead, and droplets of water gradually tipped from his body onto the carpeted floor. It must have been raining outside.

Arching an eyebrow, he slyly grinned at her, causing the ring embedded into his skin to shift. "And I think that's exactly why I decided to come in through the window instead of knocking on the door." He shrugged his jacket off, and Annabeth's eyes widened uncontrollably at the sight of his bare chest and toned stomach, the bronze skin glistening and glazed in the water which had seeped through his jacket. The taut muscle rippled with his movements. Rolling her eyes, Annabeth internally groaned. Trust Percy to arrive shirtless beneath leather. And God, the thoughts and dreams and vivid images sprinting through her mind at the moment was enough to make her squirm uncomfortably, discreetly rubbing her thighs together. Unfortunately, it seemed Percy noticed her discomfort too, if the hard glint in his eye was enough to go by.

"Actually," he began, settling down at the foot of Annabeth's bed facing her, "I have some shitty chemistry test tomorrow and I couldn't study."

"So you decided to come annoy me?" She asked dryly. "And what do you mean some shitty test- what, is it that unimportant to you?"

"It kind of is, sweetheart," throwing her that alluring, signature troublemaker smirk of his at her.

"Percy, I don't have time for this," she groaned loudly, harshly yanking her curls up into a messy ponytail. "I'm busy."

"Doing what, studying next semester's content?" Percy's lips shaped into a pout. Annabeth struggled to shift her gaze to his eyes. Oh, wait, that was a mistake too. The darkness outlining them combined with the moonlight filtering through the room them made his bright sea green irises look even more breath-taking than they usually did. "C'mon, Annabeth, please. I need this, just help with a few concepts which I can't get into my head, and I swear it wasn't because I was asleep in class." He paused. "Oh, wait, that was the class in which the teacher called you in to help out a bit so of course I was distracted but that's besides the point, just please explain a few things to me. And like I said, if you have google as a gorgeous girlfriend why not use-"

"Okay, okay, fine!" Annabeth cried, jolting out of her seat, her tone tinged with hardly contained fury and frustration, raising her hands threateningly. "I'll help you, okay, but seriously, then you need to shut up so I can study. Or honestly, I will not let you kiss me for a week, Jackson!" She glared at him menacingly, daring him to toss her another one of his cocky smirks. But instead, she was slightly surprised to find his gaze not on her face, but actually his startlingly green eyes were focused hungrily on her chest.

The sudden bareness hit her like a truck, and that was when she noticed: of course. Of course I wouldn't wear a bra.

Lips parting, she inhaled sharply. Her grey eyes stayed frozen on his features, a bone-trembling shiver darting through her spine. The way he stared at her... Her heart stuttered as the delicious spark sizzled her nerves, striking her body. Of course, if anyone else stared at her like that, she wouldn't hesitate to punch him- or her, for that matter- in the jaw and knee him in the groin- but this was Percy. And siting there, on her bed, shirtless and displaying his perfectly toned stomach and the glistening bronze skin on his moving chest, he had never looked more delectable, especially with how he was staring at her, his gaze full of awe and hunger, the sharp V of his hips disappearing into his faded black skinny jeans. Oh, how she wanted to rip those off and-

She pushed the heated thought from her mind. Clearing her throat, she adjusted the strap of her white tank top self-consciously as Percy's eyes flitted down her bare, tanned legs and back up. Her cheeks felt warm. When he finally met her gaze again, his tongue flicked out to slide against his bottom lip and Annabeth caught that flash of silver again. The images and emotions racked her body and mind again- how he would slide the ring against her skin, the skin of her stomach, over the swell of her breasts, the cool metal against her skin as he swirls his tongue around her sensitive nipple, and when he would inch her legs apart, bending down-

"Well," she said suddenly, unexpectedly breaking the suspenseful silence between them. "If you want help studying I'm not gonna wait around all day."

"Hmm," Percy said dismissively, but still blinked and turned his gaze to the backpack he had brought with him which lay at his feet. Annabeth's lips pulled up slightly- she loved him, and loved when he looked at her like that, but they could have time for that later. She reached to the right to lock her room door. The sounds of her mother in the kitchen were faint, but there. Sucking in a deep breath to dispel the last of her thoughts, she grabbed a pencil and crawled past him on the bed to settle against the headboard. She pulled her knees up to her chest as he sat down beside her, adjusting himself and stretching his legs out in front of him.

She took the textbook from his lap and flipped to the page with the folded top, swiftly scanning the words. "So, polymerization."

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Percy didn't notice it when he first sat on the branch by her window, and stared in longingly through the glass at where his girlfriend sat on her desk with her side to him. He saw her groan angrily and fling her pencil down, and watched as her eyes flitted to the row of pictures perched on the ledge above her, and caught at the frame holding a picture of the two of them while on a 'study date' at which Piper and Jason has unceremoniously intruded. The piles of textbooks were covering the table, and Annabeth's face had been captured mid laugh at something Jason had said while Percy stared at her, smiling adoringly. Percy shook his head, internally praying that none ofhis guys at the bar ever happened to catch any sign of that picture.

He tapped on the window, and when Annabeth got up to let him in he didn't notice anything different. She tasted the same when he kissed her, and felt the same when his large hands gripped the curve of her narrow waist. Of course, her long, long bare legs were doing all sorts of things to his teenage body, her shorts barely covering her butt but even that he could sort of handle. Even the way her tank tops V-neck was dipping far too low was nothing new. But he noticed what he wasn't expecting when she abruptly jumped up from her chair in the middle of his dramatic practiced monologue. All at once, his attention travelled to her breasts, and for a second he thought she had done this on purpose. To spite him. Because she sure as hell wasn't going to give him anything at the moment if she was as busy as she said she was, besides a small kiss, so he was left to wallow in desire and desperation for a while. He wouldn't put it past her, definitely not her- this was probably to get back for how he tortured her at the party with her parents.

He didn't know how he hadn't noticed before- maybe the light was different, her tank top seemed more transparent, maybe he was just too oblivious, but for whatever reason, he could suddenly see a lot more through her fitted cotton top. And fuck. Things just got worse when she noticed him staring- suddenly he could see way more than before. Her shirt seemed to cling infuriatingly tighter to her chest and torso, her breasts suddenly more pronounced, her nipples more prominent and the darkness surrounding them suddenly a lot more visible. If the sudden tightness of his pants was anything to go by, it was immediately obvious she had the upper hand that night.

But of course, this was Annabeth Chase. She didn't mess around. So Percy was left to suffer, to try to not let his gaze linger on her red lips for too long as she droned on and on and on about polymerization and alkanes and alkenes and all the other shit he did not care about in the slightest but he simply didn't want to bother with the trouble of flunking chemistry again.

"Percy!" Her sharp tone jerked him out of his reverie. "You're not even listening to me, are you?" She stared at him expectantly, eyebrows raised.

"Um." Struggling pathetically to keep his gaze glued to her face, he bit his lip apprehensively. "Polymerization…?"

She rolled her eyes and holy shit- Percy frantically grabbed his bag to place on his lap. Narrowing her eyes at him, she flicked to the next page of the book, glancing back up at him to make sure he was still paying attention.

The sudden slam of the textbook being shut made Percy jump. The look on her face was absolutely murderous, her eyes cold and calculating as he rarely saw them. He winced, slowly leaning away. "Percy, I swear, if I catch you looking anywhere other than this book, I'm not fucking around when I say you will regret it, okay? I'm spending time I could have spent catching up-"

"-You mean sprinting ahead-"

"-On my own work trying to teach you, so work with me here. I spent the past thirty minutes trying to get one concept into that seaweed stuffed brain of yours, I'm having a furious headache, and I'm just really tired and stressed out today, okay? I didn't even know I wasn't wearing a bra when you came in and now I'm too comfortable to put one on, but if this is going to distract you like some idiotic hormonal teenage boy then-"

"-Uh, Annabeth, I am an idiotic hormonal teenage boy." Oops.

Groaning loudly, she scowled at him, banging the bed with her fists. Grumbling death threats under her breath, she harshly flipped the textbook open again. Percy wasn't scared of his girlfriend- nope, of course not- but Annabeth in this state was without a doubt kind of alarming. And also, he was beginning to see that the impatience in her expression was gradually morphing into hurt.

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," he said quietly, grabbing her face between his thumb and forefinger and gently turning it towards him. Leaning forward, he placed a chaste kiss on her lips, smiling slightly when he heard and felt her sigh into his mouth. Her muscles were tense, he noticed- well, she always was stressed, she was Annabeth Chase, but this was more than normal.

The dull pang of guilt hit him like a mild hunger pang would, and Annabeth noticed. "Don't worry," she murmured against his lips when she pulled away. "It's not because you're wasting my time."

"So you really don't have actual work anymore, right?" He asked nervously as she ran her fingers through his Mohawk.

"Well, you wouldn't believe me if I said I did, so no." She paused, pecked his cheek then pulled away, sighing. Faking enthusiasm, she clapped her hands briskly. "But you do, so let's get to it."

Percy groaned miserably. "You sound too happy about that."

She threw him a fond grin. "Yeah, well, my boyfriend does that to me."

"Oh, is that so?" Percy smirked. "I wonder what else he does to you." Uncontrollably, his eyes flicked down to her chest again, and his breath caught.

Her nipples strained against the damned fabric covering her chest, and the blush crawling up her cheeks became considerably brighter suddenly as her expression and movements became a lot more flustered. Which was about the time Percy noticed that his bag had slipped from his lap, and Annabeth's eyes had abandoned the textbook and kept flitting down to his crotch. He captured the barely contained lust lingering in her irises immediately- or maybe that was just his own hungry reflection. He wasn't sure. But he didn't wait to check, because the second her burning gaze met his again, he forcefully grabbed her face in his hands and surged forwards to crash his lips roughly to her own.

Their moans were loud and explosive, and Percy instantaneously moved his body so it was positioned over her as he pulled her hips down so she lay below him. Their lips worked furiously, and Percy moved his hands through Annabeth's curls, releasing them from the ponytail she had tied them up in in a swift motion he had practised well by now, almost frantic in his speed. He heard the throaty sound from her, muffled by his lips, when her tongue swirled around the cool metal of the stud embedded into his own. Their kiss began to grow sloppier as Percy grabbed the soft globes of her chest, mauling them gently with his fingers, loving he sounds she made.

He pulled back with a loud, wet smack. "Have you noticed that every time-" He broke off with a grunt as Annabeth abruptly raised her hips to meet his own, pushing and grinding against him. Burying his face in the crook of her neck as she continued to harshly rub against him, he spoke against her warm skin, "-we have sex, it's because- because you're stressed."

"Oh, I thought it was the no bra thing?" she said, smirking up at him, her lips red and soft and swollen. She looked unbearably stunning.

As a response, Percy tore her top open from the middle, ignoring her indignant cry, and attacked her left breast, nibbling and kissing and licked and sucking. "Yeah, that too," he murmured against her skin, nipping slightly. She laughed breathlessly above him, her perfectly painted pink fingernails already digging into his bare back, and soon pants and underwear were being pulled off, and Annabeth's legs were being held wide open and hooked over his shoulders as Percy's soft hair brushed against her inner thigh, and soon enough, she was pushed up against the wall and biting down on Percy's hand which muffled her screams and moans as he fucked her raw from behind.

They later lay together and tangled up in each other on the bed, still too hot to have a sheet over them, the chemistry text book forgotten on the ground beside them. Annabeth pressed a kiss to his chest from where she lay tucked against his side, and tilted her head to look up at him. "So… next time you wanna come, let me know beforehand so I don't, uh… don't forget anything."

Percy smirked. "You looked like you were having fun, though."

Annabeth shuddered in the aftermath of the ground shaking pleasure he had just given her. Her fingers unconsciously traced over the black tattoos coating his chest. "Oh, it was fun alright, but the time we wasted- your test-"

"Oh, I just remembered, it's not even tomorrow. It's the day after."

"You didn't just remember that, did you?"

Silence. "I did."

"Percy Jackson, for all your hard-core badass troublemaker aesthetic, you're really a terrible liar." Annabeth sighed deeply against his skin. "Why am I not even surprised?"

Percy laughed, smoothing his hand through her soft hair again.

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I'm sorry, really, it was so difficult writing that. Sorry I haven't updated in forever, it's been really tough with things around here, and sorry if that was complete and utter rubbish. Sorry for any typos. Review? :) Have a nice day, and don't let the world get you down.

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