Hey, so this is my first PJO fanfiction, my other account got deleted, so I am starting over.

This will be a series of one shots based off of Percy and Annabeth's relationship. It's going to be rated anywhere from K+ to M.

Disclaimer: I do not own PJO or any of the characters.

I took a little inspiration from the movie "The First Time" on this one, because Britt and Dylan are my Percabeth spirit actors.

Please read and review! And send me prompts!

The First Time (Part 1)

Iris Messaging someone who is literally down the hall from where you are sleeping seems extremely silly to Annabeth, but it was the only way to to get the message to Percy after curfew, since the whole stables debacle curfew was now 9 o'clock exactly and according to Coach Hedge, would be a severely punishable offense.

Gods, she missed Percy. Being in his presence, whether it be talking across the room with everyone in the Argo II or being held in his arms, the very thought of him set her whole body buzzing with an unexplainable energy. She needed to see him, to hold him, to make sure he is actually here and this hasn't all just been a dream.

At 11:30, long after Coach Hedge's snores started vibrating her cabin, and the last light in the Argo II was turned off there was a soft knock at Annabeth's cabin door, she opens it just enough to grab Percy's hand, pull him inside, and close the door with a soft click as she smiles up at him.

It wasn't until they were standing there in the light glow of the desk lap, chests almost touching, staring into each others eyes that she realized how small her cabin actually was, and how hot the space had suddenly gotten.

"Hello," Percy says with a smile that melts everything inside her, turning her very soul into jelly.

With a deep breath she lookes away, turning and walking towards her desk, fiddling absently with some designs she had been working on. She closes her eyes as she felt the heat of Percy's body suddenly pressed against her back and let out a small hiss as he pushed aside the curly hair on her neck and planted a kiss on the newly exposed skin.

"So," he mumbles into her neck, leaving a trail of kisses up and down her neck, pausing between each word to nip lightly at the skin, "What...was...so...important…?"

With her eyes still closed she licks her lips and sighs, leaning into him as his fingers travel lightly up and down the sides of her arms.

"I just missed you Percy, we've hardly gotten to be alone. I wanted to see you."

"Oh, " Percy whispers, his lips pressed up against her ear causing her to shudder and tighten her grip on the desk. "Well, I'm here," he nibbles at her earlobe, "what shall we do?"

Breathing heavy, she turns her head to him, her heart beating so fast in her ears she can barely think clear enough to speak.

Daughter of Athena, rendered speechless by some boy. What would her mother say?

But he wasn't just some boy that was driving her hormones crazy, making it hard for her to breathe, making her feel things she could never find the words to describe. It was Percy. Her Percy.

Annabeth's eyes flicker to Percy's lips as she speaks, "We….. We could always talk… You know, strategy."

"Mmmm," Percy hums, rubbing his nose against hers, brushing his lips against hers lightly, enough to set a fire in her stomach, but not enough all at the same time. "Strategy?"

"Yeah," she bites her bottom lip suppressing a moan as she feels his mouth dip into the hollow of her throat. "You know…. for….battle."

She turns as his arms circle around her waist until she is pressed against him, forehead resting on his mouth, the back of her legs pressed against her desk.

"Battle strategy…" Suddenly his mouth is on her's his hands everywhere, but not touching her enough. Eager, hungry, wanting.

As her arms snake around his neck pulling him down closer to her, his fingertips run up her bare legs to her pajama pants, settling at the slight curve of her ass as he lifts her on to the desk, pushing away the papers in one swift movement, stepping between her legs and resting his hands under the hem of her loose tanktop.

As she leans into him deepening the kissing and gaining him entrance to the sweetest, most secret corners of her mouth, Annabeth's thoughts are everywhere and nowhere all at once. A constant battle between what she wants and what is wise.

Annabeth shivers as she feels his hands, gaining confidence, sliding up and down her sides, his thumb occasionally brushing the underside of her breast causing her mouth to open wider and her to press even closer into him.

Percy mouth leaves hers causing Annabeth to breath a discontented sigh of annoyance, that quickly turned into a gasp as his mouth found its way back to her neck, kissing wetly down it and peeling the strap off her shoulder, tasting the skin where it had been. His fingers never leaving the side of her body and their slow agonizing journey across her muscular stomach, brushing against old scars, palming her breasts and rolling her nipples in between his fingers.

His mouth is back on hers and she can no longer control her body, arching into him, hands tugging at his hair urging him on, and someone's throat is making noises that in this haze she cannot tell who they are coming from, only that they are make her want more. Making her want him.

He pulls away suddenly, as Annabeth begins pulling at his belt and unbuttoning his jeans, leaving her lips with a wet smack and meeting her eyes with a silent question. Pressing his forehead against hers, and almost reluctantly asking, his voice merely a whisper in the loudness of their heavy breaths, "Should we slow down?"

The question jerks Annabeth back to reality. Sliding down from the desk she runs her fingers through her mussed hair as Percy steps away slowly, shifting subtly to, Annabeth can only suspect, reposition the very apparent bulge in his pants to a more comfortable, less straining position.

They had never gotten quite this far before, at least not this close to the actual act. Percy had disappeared a few months into the relationship and they had barely gotten to second base, awkward and sweaty, but still second base.

It would be a lie to say that since they were reunited that things hadn't gotten a bit...heated… They had become known for being caught around the ship in various compromising positions, and only two nights before had gotten the farthest they had ever gone, in the stables, over the night sky, and there were several hickies on Annabeth's body in quite inappropriate places to prove this. But sex…. They hadn't even really talked about it. And it all seemed so much more powerful, important than anything they had done before.

She knew about sex, the Aphrodite cabins always giggled and gossiped about it. She would be lying if he hadn't thought about it, and planned for it; there are even condoms in her bedside drawer to prove just that, but she had heard things about sex, about how it changes things, not to mention how much the first time is supposed to hurt.

Percy has known her long enough to let her think things through in her head as she paces across the room, and he waits patiently looking at her, with admiration, with love.

Love. She loved Percy with all her heart and she knew how much he loved her as well. Was she going to be one of those teenage cliches where at 16 (almost 17) she would become one of those girls that can't spend more than a few moments together without ripping each others clothes off?

What would her mother say? The virgin goddess of wisdom. An argument can be made for how potentially unwise this decision could be, and it definitely was not virgin like behavior. But at that moment she decided she didn't care.

She was ready.

In one swift step she is back in his arms kissing him with such fire, such intensity he can only respond by lifting her up and letting her wrap her legs loosely around his hips, as his hands slip under her shorts digging his fingers in the delicate skin underneath and walking her back into the bed.

He sets her down lightly and she sighs, pulling him down with a kiss onto the bed. His shirt is off before they hit the pillows.

Thank you SOOOOO much for reading. The next update will be rated M, and will be The First Time Part 2. Please R&R, constructive criticism, and prompts are welcome, but if you are going to be an asshole stay away.

-C