Thank you for all the requests! I'm going to try to get them all done. So in this story, I imagine Percy and Annabeth in their late thirties. Alright, here's one for ogrencisedriyeozgur Enjoy!

Disclaimer- I don't own Percy or Annabeth or Camp Half-Blood or anything associated with Rick Riordan.

"Excuse me, can you tell me where Mr. Jackson's room is?"

"Sure thing. It's in room 350. Follow this hall to the end, go up the stairs, and it should be on your left."

"Thank you."

Annabeth started her way down the school hallway, the clicking of her high-heels echoing through the empty space. It was 4:00 and Annabeth had gotten of work early so she had decided to surprise Percy at his job. Percy was currently working as a teacher at Lincoln Middle School in Manhattan. This new development occurred about three months ago when Percy and Annabeth received a call from their old mentor, Chiron. It turns out that there was a strong and mysterious demigod power radiating from a particular individual at this school. Chiron didn't know what godly parent the student had, but he needed someone to go check it out because there had been a major influx of demigods arriving at Camp Half-Blood and Chiron was swamped. Percy had automatically volunteered to help out tis new half-blood. He quit his aquatic veterinarian job with the aquarium to become a teacher. His job was to gain the child's trust and to learn his strength and origin. And, gods forbid, the kid attract some monsters to the school, Percy would tell him about the world of gods and demons. Percy just wanted to help introduce the kid into this crazy life in a better way than he himself had been introduced. That was one of the things Annabeth admired most about him. He was willing to drop anything just to make someone else's life better.

Annabeth reached the end of the hallway and started climbing the stairs. So far, he had made a little progress on the child. His name was Joseph. According to Percy, he was very kind and patient, not at all the normal behavior for demigods. He was smart, which made Percy think that maybe his godly parent was Athena but he already had a biological mother. At least Percy had started gaining Joseph's trust so he could learn more about him. Annabeth sighed as she turned into room 350. It sometimes bewildered her how sweet, caring, and amazing he could be.

The classroom was a mess. There were tons of boxes and random pieces of old furniture at the back of the classroom. The desks were arranged caddywompus with random paint stains splattered everywhere. Percy was sitting at the long desk at the front, papers strewn in all directions. His salt-and-pepper hair was sticking out at odd places. He was wearing a blue dress shirt with the top few buttons undone and was tapping his loafer-covered left foot subconsciously. With one hand, he was rubbing his five o'clock shadow scruff and with the other he was flipping the page of an essay he was reading. He was so focused, he didn't even notice Annabeth come into the room. Gods, he is so sexy, she thought, admiring him from the doorway. Percy didn't know it, but Annabeth secretly got turned on every single time she saw him grading essays. She just had a thing for gorgeous male teachers, especially if they unknowingly tapped their feet when they concentrated and they smelled like the ocean and they had soft, thick, messy hair that Annabeth could run her hands through... She couldn't stand it any longer. She closed the door, locked it, and walked over to the man of her dreams to stand behind him. She ran her fingers over the fabric on his chest as she leaned over him and kissed his scruffy cheek. "Hey," she whispered. She felt his cheekbones smile against her lips.

"Hey" he said back, quickly giving Annabeth a peck on the lips before turning his attention back to the essay. Annabeth would not let him get away that easy. She slipped her hands under his shirt and starting drawing lazy circles on his collarbone. Percy sighed softly as his eyes fluttered shut.

"Annabeth," he murmured. "I can't right now... I have so many essays to grade... I'm really behind." Percy's voice sounded strained, like he was trying very hard not to turn around and kiss her back. He cleared his throat and went back to focusing on his essay but she could tell his heart wasn't really into it. Besides, hearing him say he needed to get work done only made her desire for him stronger.

"But you've been working so hard already," she said, moving her lips against his skin. "You need a break." She stopped rubbing circles on his chest and moved her hands to his dense, crazy hair. She massaged his scalp while gently nibbling on his ear.

"But-but I," he stuttered. He bit his lip and closed his eyes when she started kissing her way down his neck. Suddenly, he swiveled his chair around to face her, kissing her lips before muttering, "never mind."

Annabeth broke free from him and started walking away backwards, still facing him. "Are you kidding? It was that easy to get you to succumb to me? Perseus Jackson, hero of Olympus, I thought you were stronger than that!" She gave him a little smirk as he stood up and made his way over to her, glaring at her playfully.

"Oh, like you have room to talk Ms. I-rebuilt-Olympus-from-the-bottom-up. " he said. By this time he had reached her and was putting his arms around her. He whispered, "I see the way you look at me when I'm grading papers. I see your eyes darken when I'm filling out my lesson plans. I know you like the back of my hand, Wise girl."

She wanted to jump his bones right then and there but she would NOT give him the satisfaction of winning this game. She pushed away from him again. "I'm pretty sure I can control myself, Jackson."

He chuckled and went back to his desk. "Right." He sat back down and started looking at essays again.

Annabeth was kind of shocked. He didn't normally oppose her like this, but she was starting to really like it. This was a very fun game and she was not about to let him win. She sat down on the desk in front of him. She noticed that part of his shirt was untucked, which gave her an idea. "Percy, if you're going to keep up this teacher appearance, you're going to have to look the part."

He looked at her, genuinely concerned. "What's wrong with what I'm wearing?"

"Well," she started. She hopped off the desk and pulled him up. Then she slowly tucked in his shirt, "accidentally" brushing up some of the more sensitive parts of his body. "You need to look professional. These kids are easily impressionable."

He licked his lips. Annabeth smirked because she knew she nearly had him. She ran her hands up his chest and played with the buttons on his shirt.

"You-," he started before his voice cracked. He cleared his throat and started again. "Your necklace is showing the latch."

She looked down at the necklace Percy had given her on their five year anniversary. It was a silver infinity pendant: simple yet beautiful. "Oh, you're right." She said, going to fix the chain but Percy stopped her hands.

"Allow me," he said, his voice husky. His soft fingers grazed her neck as he fixed the piece of jewelry. Her skin tingled wherever his feather-light touch appeared on her. He smoothed his hands down her shirt, lightly skimming her breasts on the way down. "I saw some wrinkles in your blouse." he whispered.

Annabeth exhaled sharply. This was going to have to end soon, she almost couldn't stand it. Almost. She still wanted to win so she decided to make her next move. She looked around as she started taking off her blazer. "Is it hot in here? I feel like it is."

Percy's eyes dilated slightly because he knew where this was going. He wrapped his arms around her, smiling with pride. "Mmm, I win." he said as he littered kisses down her neck.

"No," Annabeth scoffed, still letting him kiss her because it felt so good. "I was simply taking off my blazer. What, do you get turned on every time a woman takes off her jacket?"

He took his lips off of her and shook his head, rubbing circles on her lower back. "Nope. Just one woman."

Annabeth bit back a smile. She was going to lose, she knew it. Unless... She backed away from him again, hands still on his arms. "How about I give you a massage? You've been so tense lately."

He breathed in and closed his eyes. Maybe, just maybe, he would give up first. "Sure," he finally mumbled. "Nothing provocative about a friendly massage."

She grinned. "Exactly." Then, she proceeded to unbutton his shirt.

He backed away, startled. "Hey, hey, hey. That's not friendly."

Annabeth rolled her eyes. "Percy, do you know how massages work? They are 50% more effective if you are working with just the bare skin." His breathing got a little bit heavier as she finished unbuttoning his shirt and slowly rolled it off his shoulders. She made a show of folding it up nicely before going back to Percy. She started rubbing his shoulders, down to his shoulder blades, across to his pecs, then down to his stomach and over to his sensitive lower back. She creeped down to his butt, squeezing it softly. She looked up at his face and saw his eyes were shut tightly. He shot them open suddenly and looked at her. "Your turn." he said, gruffly.

He slowly took of her tank top blouse and threw it to the side before he started rubbing her neck. He reached his hands over her shoulders, holding her closer, as he tantalizingly moved lower and lower until he got to her bra clasp. In one smooth motion, he undid the clasp and started to slowly drag the straps off. The bra fell to the floor without ceremony. He pressed her closer to him as he moved his calloused hands across her back. She suppressed a moan as she felt her bare breasts collide with his hot, salty skin. She licked his chest, hoping to taste some of that wonderful ocean flavor she had become so accustomed to.

He chuckled and she could feel every vibration in his body. "I won."

She knew she couldn't argue her way out of this one so she used the most effective rebuttal she had. "Shut up." And then she kissed him on the mouth.

Things sped up after that.

They kicked off their shoes and socks in a matter of seconds. Then they both reached for each others bottoms, pulling down both the outer and undergarments at the same time. Percy roughly kissed Annabeth and lifted her up to carry her to a random couch at the back of the room. His hands caressed her bottom and Annabeth hooked her legs around his waist while kissed him passionately, wanting more of him with every millisecond that went by. He pushed her onto the couch, still kissing her, running his hands through her hair. She kept her legs locked around him, pulling him flush to her, making sure he could never get away. He moved his hands to either side of her face and still forcefully kissing her, he positioned his fully erect member at her entrance and slammed into her. Annabeth moaned at the contact. They usually didn't get this rough with sex. However, when they did, it reminded Annabeth of the fact that this man was once offered the opportunity to become a god because of his power and strength but instead he chose to remain a mortal and remain with her. It turned her on more than anything. He pulled out and pushed into her again, a little more hesitantly this time. She stopped kissing him for a moment.

"No," she gasped. "Harder."

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

He grinned his classic Percy grin and covered her mouth with his once again. He pushed into her deeper than before. She helped by crashing her hips against his with every thrust. The moved faster and faster until they both felt like they were going to explode from pure ecstasy. They both came at the same time, yelling the other's name, and then collapsing from exhaustion. They stayed there for a moment, just content to be in each other's arms. Annabeth rubbed his back happily. He moved his head up from her chest so he could kiss her gently.

"I love you," he whispered, moving a strand of blonde, curly hair away from her face.

With those three words, Annabeth realized that she didn't care that she had lost this silly competition. In fact, she didn't care if she lost her job or if she was homeless or if she never won one of those stupid games she played with Percy ever again. All she cared about was the man in front of her, and that was all she needed.