She woke up to the smell of the sea and the sound of deep breathing near her ear. She felt something heavy around her shoulder, and wondered what it was. But she wasn't curious enough to open her eyes and to be pulled away from her sweet dreams.

Something moved on her left side and the air was sucked out of her. She opened her eyes as she gasped for air.

She was lying on her belly with her head turned towards the right, but she could sworn she was lying on her side not a moment ago. Her head was pressed into the pillow, so inhaling air, what she desperately wanted, was a bit hard. Apart from that, was she lying on something positioned around her lungs preventing them to expand.

She felt an even heavier object than before pressed upon her and she looked sideways to find out what had ended her sweet dreams so abruptly.

It took a while for her eyes to adjust to the light shining through the room, but after a couple of seconds she saw a mop of messy black hair lying on her shoulder.

She knew immediately to who that belonged to.

She tried to call out, but her sounds were muffled by the pillow.

The object moved again, rolling more on her and wrapping her in an even tighter embrace. More air was pressed out of her, but the movement did give her a change to lift her head up as it moved more towards her lower back putting less pressure on her shoulder.

She tried again.

"Percy!"

She felt him spasm as her voice ripped through his sleep.

And as if hit by lightning he lifted himself up by his arms and trashed with the blankets, all the while yelling:

"What?! What?!"

He stumbled over her, what earned her another breathless moment, and fell out of bed, pulling half of the blankets with him. Apparently the bed still wasn't big enough to turn around in without falling off.

The blankets were wrapped around his upper body and head, preventing him to see. He desperately fought against them trying to free himself, now pulling all the blankets with him and leaving Annabeth naked in bed.

She lifted herself up, happy to finally be able to breath normally. She looked over the side of the bed and saw Percy stumbling around before he finally got himself on his feet, grabbed his pen from his nightstand, uncapped it and took in a fighting positon.

He looked like a Greek politician from ancient times ready to fight a bed monster, with a blanket wrapped around him like a toga, his hair standing out in all directions and Riptide fully extended now in his hand... With a little bit of drool on his cheek.

He turned around franticly, whilst keep yelling 'Fight me!' before turning back to Annabeth.

After a few seconds he dropped the fighter's stance and with confused look on his face pointed at Annabeth with the sword.

"Why are you naked?" He asked, clearly already forgotten every non-existing enemy in the room.

She was initially speechless because of his unusual 'waking up routine', but his remark on her nakedness left her completely dumb struck.

Her absence of speak gave him a few seconds to adjust to his surroundings. He felt a cold drift between his legs and looked down at his new outfit.

"And why am I naked?"

He looked at Annabeth and the night before flashed before his eyes.

He let his sword drop to his side, got in an awkward standing position and mastered a huge grin on his face.

"Right…"

This brought Annabeth back to earth and she snatched the blanket away.

"Give me that!"

The unexpected tug from Annabeth pulled Percy of his feet and he landed face first back into bed on top of Annabeth.

"Get off."

She rolled him off her so they laid next to each other. Both kept quiet for a moment.

A ray of light coming through the creak of the curtains showed dust particles in the air, they still had a twirling motion, making it look like the particles were just as confused and startled as Annabeth was.

She followed them with her eyes, seeing them settle down on the bed as her thoughts wandered to last night. Thinking about what happened led to thinking about his smile, his hands, his hair, his voice, him. Just that was enough to give her a warm and happy feeling. She grabbed the blankets around her tighter and bit her bottom lip, preventing it curl into a big grin, as she felt her cheeks getting hotter.

She looked over at Percy, who was still lying naked beside her with his arms spread out. Which earned her another flash of pink.

"Well…" He started, noticing her looking.

"That was not the 'morning after' I expected." He turned his head and gave her a lopsided grin.

It was that grin that she'd started to love and also this time if filled her with butterflies.

She grunted and pulled the blanket up, covering up her red face.

He laughed and rolled onto his side.

"I'm kidding," He said as he poked her side, trying to get her out of her hiding place.

But she wouldn't budge.

"It couldn't have been better." He whispered near her ear.

She smiled, but still didn't move.

"Are you ready to come out now?" He asked.

Her face was still red and her idiotic smile wouldn't go away, besides she probably looked even worse that Percy's hair did, so she shook her head under the blankets.

"Well alright then. Drastic times!" He yelled.

And before she had time to respond, the blankets were thrown up. A cold gust rippled over her body giving her goose bumps and she wrapped her arms around herself.

She looked up and hovering over her was a very amused Percy. He smiled from ear to ear and his sea green eyes shone bright.

He gave her a kiss on her lips, pulled the blanket back up and laid his head down on her chest. Percy's warm body replaced the cold she felt a moment ago. She waved her hands through his hair and looked up at the ceiling with a warm smile on her face.

Percy let out a content sigh and caressed her stomach with his fingers, focusing on her breathing.

Her soft fingers in his hair, the heat of her body and the slow rising and falling of her chest had made him sleepy.

He slowly drifted off into a dream. It was vague and rosy but he did remember Annabeth being in it. The dream itself was nothing special, Annabeth wasn't floating or something, she didn't have any wings, or a machinegun, what would have been awesome. No, she was reading one of her books. The same way he dreamt her before. And just seeing her sit there, being happy with her book, no demigod problems, no monsters, no trauma, not having a care in the world… those were the best dreams. He heard her calling him softly and looked at her. Her grey eyes shone bright and he felt the happiest man alive.

She called another time, and Percy felt a warm hand on his cheek. He woke up to the soothing voice of Annabeth calling his name. He opened his eyes and, strangely, was looking at a pillow.

"Don't jump! No monsters."

He turned his head and saw her nose not a centimetre away.

He looked down and saw that he was half lying on her, half lying under her, with his arms wrapped tight around her back, one of his legs thrown over her side and his head buried in her shoulder.

He looked up again, confused.

"Yeah, you moved a bit." She said sarcastically, as if reading his mind.

"This is the second time this morning you almost killed me. I think you have a problem."

"Killed you? Come on, I'm not that heavy."

"Percy. You hug in your sleep, now, you may not know it, but that's like being compressed

into a tiny version of yourself"

"I don't hug in my sleep."

With one free hand, as the other one still laid trapped under Percy's body, she gestured at their lying position.

"It's almost as if you want to be inside me."

The moment she said it she knew she was going to regret it.

"Maybe I do." He said with a big grin as he complemented himself with that remark.

She covered her eyes with her free hand, mentally kicked herself and grunted.

"Well that's great for you, but please get of me now. I'm kind of running out of oxygen."

He rolled of her but pulled her along and kissed her on her lips.

"I'm truly sorry for almost killing you. Twice. This morning."

She smiled at him.

"That's okay. It's actually kinda sweet. When I started humming to you, you pulled yourself up and hugged me. At first I thought-"

"Wait, you hum to me?" He asked.

Her cheeks got a bit red.

"Well sometimes you get uneasy in bed, like, you trash and start sweating and mumbling. And I found out that my humming calms you down a bit… so yeah."

He felt a fire in his stomach awaking.

"Can I hear it?"

"No! I can't hum. I mean, not good. I think it's just my voice that calms you down.

"Your voice always calms me down." He said, trying to sound romantic.

"Don't be so cheesy!" She called out while she pushed herself up.

"Sorry." He said as he pulled her down again and kissed her on the lips.

He kept them so close together her hands were trapped between them. He, on the other hand, had no restrictions what so ever. He softly let his fingers scrape over her naked back what made her hair stand up as she went crazy. She pushed her lips more into his and opened them. She tried something new and clasped her lips over his lower lip while softly pulling. He let out a deep groan and she smiled, not believing what kind of power she had over him even though she was trapped in his embrace.

He couldn't hold it any longer and turned them over pulling the blankets over their heads.

He hang over her with his arms on either side of her shoulder as the blanket covered the two of them, creating a little tent. Light shone through the blanket giving the whole scene a soft and heavenly look. Annabeth couldn't stop laughing at Percy's expression:

He looked at her like a kid on Christmas morning. Not being able to hold in the exciting of unwrapping the present. And that present was her.

He started just below her ear and took his time kissing her. She laughed and kept saying that he was tickling her, while she half heartily tried to push him away.

She felt him smiling at her neck as he kept going, letting one of his hands slide along her waist down towards her inner tight.

Her breath hitched and she closed her legs trapping his hand between them. He laughed and looked up.

"Am I not allowed?"

"No…" She said as she let her hands slide along his chest.

She tried for the sexy approach. She wanted to see how crazy she could get him. And by the look on his face it was working.

"What?" His eyes widened.

"You're closing me out? You can't! I'm addicted now!"

"Addicted? To sex?" She asked laughing.

"To you!"

She laughed ever louder while covering her mouth.

"Don't laugh. It's not funny!"

He looked as if someone punched him in the face.

"Yes it is!" She pinched his sides and made him jump.

He looked offended, as if abstaining him from sex was the worst thing that'd ever happened to him. But of course she wasn't about to abstain him, she was as desperate for sex as he was. Not that she was going to tell him: he looked so cute when worried.

He buried himself in her hair.

"Nooo…"

She pinched his side again and he twisted away, but he kept his head in her hair.

As a response, this time, he pinched her sides what earned him a little scream from her.

She grabbed his hand and pulled it away from her. Unfortunately he twisted his and grabbed both of her hands. She had been so distracted she wasn't fast enough to respond and before she knew it, her hands were locked in place above her head.

His other hand started poking her sides.

"Stop that!" She said laughing.

He used this opportunity to kiss her on her lips, but all that she could do was laugh as she tried to wiggle free.

If anyone else had done this to her, she would have had a knife at their throat by now, asking for their final words. But this was Percy and, strangely, she didn't mind it. He knew that too and was now doing his best to make her squirm even more.

Annabeth started making weird sounds that she didn't knew she could make as she tried to turn over or escape in any another way from Percy's hand.

Percy also started laughing and his grip on her hands slacked. She knew this was her moment: she pulled her hands free, placed her forearm on his throat, used the other one to lift herself up and wrapped one leg around his waist as she turned them both over. All in a blink of an eye.

He was so surprised he didn't know what to say, so he just opened his mouth and closed it again like a fish.

She erupted in laughter and leaned forward to kiss him.

"You know, you look adorable when surprised." She stated, removing her arm from his throat and supporting herself with it on his chest.

She kissed him again and he kissed back, recovered from the shock.

"We're home!"

Annabeth jumped up hitting Percy in his stomach with her knee. He dubbed forwarded and let out groan.

Annabeth turned towards the door, hoping that what she heard was a monster and not what she thought it was.

"Percy? Annabeth?"

Unfortunately her fear was confirmed and no monster thirsting for their blood and death was yelling from the living room: It was Sally.

Annabeth looked down and saw that she was still naked…of course. She looked over at Percy, who had turned around and was now cursing in the pillow, and saw the curve of his naked butt.

Her eyes widened as she thought of all the possible outcomes of this situation, none of them good.

"Percy. Clothes now." She hissed to him.

He still had his head buried in the pillow.

She turned him around and grabbed his cheeks, squishing them, as she got his attention.

"Percy. Parents. Naked." She said to him.

After a second or so his eyes widened and she saw pure panic rising up in them.

"Percy?! Annabeth?!" She heard Sally call again.

"Percy you need to answer them" She hissed.

"Yeah. Clothes!" He yelled in panic to the door.

"Percy, no!"

"What? Are you guys still in bed? Its 11 am, get out already!" Paul yelled.

His voice already sounded way to close.

She didn't know what to do so she pushed Percy down, pulled the covers up and hoped her face wasn't too red. Not a moment later the bedroom door opened and Sally and Paul appeared. Their faces burned from their weekend away on the beach.

"Hey sleepy heads!" Paul said.

"Hey… Hey Paul and Sally! Back already? Whau, that's ahh... That's early!"

She tried to get that sentence out as normal as she could all the while hoping her face didn't betray anything.

"Yeah, we got a bus earlier. We thought to surprise you!" Sally said with a smile.

"Well you did surprise us! Haha" She tried for a laugh but it came out as an awkward cough.

Sally looked at Percy. He was completely covered with the blankets, except for his head. A head with red ears and big eyes.

"Are you okay?" She asked concerned.

"Yeah, he… he's alright. He just woke up, you know. Still sleepy!" Annabeth answered for him while she messed up his hair, even though she probably made it look nicer.

She crawled even further under the blankets, but couldn't shake the feeling that the blankets were see-through.

"Well alright then. If you guys get up, we'll make some lunch. Sally and I are starving.

"Okay, we'll be right there!" she answered.

Sally gave Percy one more confused look, but before she could ask another thing, Paul closed the door.

Annabeth let out a deep breath and released the blankets. She covered her eyes with her hands and thanked the gods for this outcome.

"Percy." She started, still her hands on her eyes.

"Yeah?" He responded in a small voice.

"You are truly a seaweedbrain." She meant it as an insult, but he burst out into laughter.

She couldn't help herself and also cracked a smile, not believing what just happened.

After a few seconds of laughter they slowly quieted down. Then Percy suddenly sat up, let out a yawn, shook his hair and stretched himself out before slacking again. Annabeth focusing on his shoulder blades and back muscles as he did so.

"Right! Breakfast."

He crawled over her and almost fell out of bed again before stabilizing himself.

He sauntered towards his closet, what gave Annabeth a beautiful view on his well-formed body. She stated that, even though she'd never really paid attention to it, his butt looked pretty good too.

She managed to tear her eyes away from his body and focused on his eyes.

"Really… Breakfast?" She asked him.

"Yeah! I'm starving. You're not?" He said to her as he put on some boxers, what didn't hide his curves.

"What?"

"Breakfast." He looked at her as if this was the clearest case ever.

"I'm mean, after last night… pfoe"

A big grin appeared on his face.

"I used some… some real energy there…"

She threw her pillow at him, trying to whip that smile of his face, but he dodged it easily.

"And I need to charge myself up for round 2."

"Percy!"

He got out some shorts and a shirt and put them on.

"Breakfast!"

"Percy!"

He sprinted towards the bed and jumped on her. He wrapped his arms around her and buried his face in her shoulder.

"Breakfast. Breakfast. Breakfast. Breakfast." He kept repeating, tickling her neck.

She tried to push him away but he kept his grip tight.

"Breakfast. Breakfast. Breakfast."

"Alright! Alright!" She said laughing.

"Fine, we'll have breakfast."

"Yeah!" He yelled in her shoulder.

He got up and pulled her along. She let the blanket fall to the ground, feeling completely comfortable being naked in front of Percy.

He grabbed her waist and pulled her in for a kiss.

"I. love. You" He said in between kisses.

"And breakfast."

"And breakfast." He confirmed.

She unwrapped herself from his hands, what was difficult, until she explained that she needed to get dressed in order to get breakfast. He quickly let her go and sat down on the bed.

She got some clothes out their closet and pulled on some panties and shorts. She was closing her bra when she felt his eyes burning on her back. She turned her head and saw him watching her with a big eyes, she could only guess what was going on in the seaweedbrain of his.

He didn't notice her looking so with a smile she focused her attention back on the drawer. She pulled out a green hoodie from Percy and threw it over head when she felt two warms hands help her from behind.

She smiled and lifted her arms up in the air, letting him do all the work.

He let if fall down and lifted her hair up, pulling it free from the hoodie.

"I like it when you wear my clothes." He whisper in her neck.

She smiled and turned around placing her hands on his chest while he grabbed her waist.

"Aha, so sex."

"What?" He asked confused.

"I wondered which basic instinct would take control of you first. Food or sex?"

She explained.

"And according to your voice, posture, and dilated eyes: it's sex."

"Ha, ha" He said and he pulled the hood over her head, covering her eyes.

He yelled 'breakfast' one more time before sprinting towards the door.

Annabeth left the hood over her head, breathing in Percy's scent and feeling his warmth.

She smiled as she exited the room that had given her one of her best memories, memories only Percy and she shared.