Author's Note
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Trying something new by switching to first person; let me know which POV you prefer!
Annabeth POV:
His blue eyes are softening, and I almost regret telling him my fears. Gods, I must look so vulnerable and weak right now. I hate it.
I'm completely surprised when Percy's arms wrap around my waist, pulling me closer to him; dangerously close. His lips press against mine hungrily and I cup his cheek with my hand, massaging his tongue with my own.
He pulls away, staring at my face for a few moments as if he's searching for something or it's the last time he'll ever see me again.
I wonder what he's thinking.
Did I do something wrong?
Does he know that I'm scared? Can he feel me trembling at his touch?
Is he even ready, because it took him so many months to get my hints that I had to make the first move and kiss him.
I let out a little yelp as he flips me onto my back and giggle when he hovers over me.
My neck rolls back when he nips at it, his breath making me shiver further, and his tongue trailing down to my collarbone, then to the soft curve above my breast.
Percy kisses the top of my chest, making me moan, while fumbling with my pajama shirt buttons.
Why'd I even wear this set? It was over two years old but still fit me. I remember when my dad sent it for Christmas, how he said the little Eiffel towers printed all over reminded him of me.
I feel like such a little girl, not like the nineteen year old woman I think I am.
But then Percy takes my shirt off, and I realize that I'm not wearing a bra.
He stares for a few moments. I'm nothing spectacular; with my 34 B breasts, but he looks at me like I'm Aphrodite herself.
He moves his hand slowly, running his hands up and down my body. I can't help but squirm under his touch.
For a seaweed brain, he sure knows how to make me feel this way.
Of all our make-out sessions, why does this feel the best?
His thumb runs over my left nipple as it hardens under his finger, while he leans down and engulfs my other nipple with his mouth.
His tongue swirls around it in short intervals before he sucks gently; his other hand pawing at my other breast.
It's absolute torture.
I can feel myself getting hotter and hotter.
With a soft moan I call his name.
He looks up from his... previous occupation with his blue eyes boring into mine.
"Please." Is all I can manage.
He kisses down my stomach, tediously.
How can he do things so leisurely at a moment like this?
But still, I want to live in this moment forever.
His lips come down to my waistband, in which he unties, and as a team, I lift my hips up while he slips the garment off.
He looks up at me; gods, his eyes. I can still see the boy I met when I was twelve. And then I realize what a man he's become - and that he is right between my legs.
