The Date

Some scenes not even a camera could capture. This was one of those, Percy decided, and he swore to himself never to forget it even if he fell into the Lethe.

He and Annabeth sat at the end of the boat dock, just the two of them. The stars were out, old friends and ancient myths gazing down as they sat and talked and laughed, polished-off plates of pasta between them. Percy moved his hand in aimless patterns, conjuring water in exciting shapes and dazzling patterns, but for his money the most beautiful sight wasn't anything to do with the lake. It was Annabeth's smile, bright and simple, and he couldn't get enough of. From her slight dimples to the way the moonlight reflected her bright blond hair, there wasn't a thing he would change.

The watershow he was putting on got sloppier as he stole more glances at his girlfriend. The mistakes culminated when a watery drakon accidentally flew too close, clipping the lovers with its wing and splashing water across their clothes and the wood of the dock.

Percy got rid of the water with a quick thought, but he couldn't help his blush.

Annabeth crossed her arms, smiling. "You know you can look, right? You don't have to hide it."

"I am so glad you said that," Percy said.

So look he did.

He looked at her gray dress— gray, not silver. She'd already corrected him once. Silver was the color of weapons, of Reyna's automaton dog, of Artemis and chastity. Gray was the color of Athena. It was the color of Annabeth's eyes. Gray was her color, and so that's what this dress was: gray.

And boy, did she make the dress look like it was hers. The fabric shimmered softly everytime she moved. It hugged her body in a classy way, just tight enough to feed your eyes rumors about what was beneath. Her tan shoulders stuck out the top, contrasting both the fabric and her golden hair in a way that just worked. Owl-shaped earrings dangled from her ears, gifts from Percy himself to celebrate their two-year anniversary.

"Like what you see?"

Percy didn't hesitate to say, "So, so much."

Annabeth smirked. She reached over, placing her hand on top of his, and their fingers weaved together a moment later.

Percy had allowed the water to settle back into its peaceful waves as he drank in his girlfriend's appearance, but that didn't stop Annabeth from looking out over the lake with pure joy.

"I love this place," she said.

"Camp?"

"Here, specifically. You know why?"

Of course he did. 

"The kiss."

Annabeth just nodded. "That wasn't even our first," she said. 

"Mount Saint Helens. I remember."

"Right, here wasn't our first, but it was the best. It was when we knew everything was going to work out great. We haven't made a better moment than that one… but we've come close a few times."

Percy felt a smirk forming. "Think we could beat it tonight?"

Annabeth smirked back.

"I don't know," she said. "But it doesn't hurt to try."

Percy stood up. A helped Annabeth to her feet, using the hand she had curled in his. Together, perfectly in sync, they stepped off, plummeting into water that never touched them.

Down they sank, perfectly dry even as their hair floated up above their heads. When they were almost to the lake floor, Percy summoned an upward current to stop their momentum. He raised his arm, twisting Annabeth toward him as if they were dancing, albeit with much more grace than they'd shown at Westover all those years ago. Annabeth spun in close to his chest, and his arms wrapped around her, one against her shoulders and another on her lower back. She giggled, small bubbles trailing up toward the shining surface of the water distant overhead.

Their lips locked together.

So much had changed since the last time they were here. They were older, stronger, wiser. They'd fought another war, beating separation and Tartarus and the earth herself in the process. All for moments like this. You couldn't explain it, you couldn't ever give it an exact value, but holding the one you love is what makes every scrap of pain worth it. It's what you live for.

Which is why when that moment comes, being able to kiss them really well only makes it sweeter.

For as long as they'd been together Percy and Annabeth were fairly even kissers. That made sense, considering they were each other's practice partner. But Percy had hit his limits in the last week and busted past them. When their tongues came together this time, he was as prepared as he'd ever been in his whole life.

His tongue darted around Annabeth's. Never tensing, it slid and slipped around her mouth faster than he would've thought possible before Valentina's lessons. He dominated Annaebeth's tongue with a velvet touch. If Annabeth was moving at a walz, Percy was swing dancing.

Which didn't mean he left her behind. There was nothing wrong with deliberate movements. He embraced what Annabeth offered, understanding what she was going for almost before she herself did, and locked their tongues together. He wasn't sure how long they went without pulling apart for a breath, only that it felt like they could've swam all the way to the surface in the time they ended up taking.

When, finally, they did break apart, both gasped for air, breathless, a little flushed, and maybe even slightly dizzy.

"Think we beat the moment this time?" Percy asked.

"It's a good start," Annabeth said hungrily. "Enough not to let this night end. If… if you're okay with that."

For the first time, a bit of uncertainty reached her voice. It wasn't an emotion he saw from her often, but it only made Percy pull her tighter.

A week ago he might've hesitated, purely out of self-doubt, but in that moment the only thing he thought to growl was, "All night long."

And boy, did that make her blush.

-

They kissed and laughed as they stumbled through camp, leaning against each other's bodies just to feel the warmth. Percy couldn't remember crossing camp this slowly before, but he also couldn't remember having so much fun doing it.

There was no doubt where they were headed. When they finally reached the Poseidon Cabin they stumbled inside as if drunk, finally pulling apart.

Annabeth reached for the straps of her dress, ready to pull it off, before Percy's hands stopped her. Not yet. He pulled her toward the bed.

There was no need to rush.

He guided Annabeth down, sitting her on the edge on the edge of the bed. He kissed her, bending forward to do it while his hands slid across her shoulders, trailing the faintest of touches onto her exposed skin. Goosebumps roamed in the wake of his hands. He played with the straps of her dress, inching them closer to coming off. When they were at the brink, he stopped entirely.

His lips left Annabeth's, pressing into her nape. He felt her groan and dig her hands through his hair. As lovely as her neck felt, he didn't allow himself to spend long on it. In seconds he had moved on to her collarbone, then lower. He slid down her body until he was kneeling in front of her while she sat above him. Looking up, their eyes met.

Only they did his hands rapidly flick her dress straps off.

The second the gray fabric was loose, he grabbed the base and pulled it off of her, tossing it aside. The suddenness made Annabeth gape. She made no move to cover herself, and Percy realized he wasn't the only one that prepared for this.

Lacy lingerie in the same color as the dress half-shielded Annabeth's modesty. It wasn't anywhere near as outrageous as what the Aphrodite girl's wore, but Percy didn't care at all. On Annabeth, anything would be the best that he'd ever seen.

The scraps of fabric weren't even the point. What thrilled him was what it represented. She cared about this night just as much as he did.

He'd known that already, rationally, but seeing it confirmed like this made it feel all the more real.

And he knew exactly what it made him want to do.

Percy shifted his weight forward. He let Annabeth's legs ride up on top of his shoulders as his arms reached behind her. They grasped her ass, not as huge as Valentina's but oh so different, tight and tense with muscle as his fingers dug in. Annabeth stiffened, already letting out a moan.

He leaned into her crotch, teeth grabbing firm hold of the fabric. And in one violent motion he whipped his head back, tearing the panties off of her

Annabeth gulped. "Whoa…"

Percy spat the panties out and stared up at her. "We haven't even started yet.

Annabeth shuddered. A moment later, as Percy buried his face in her crotch, her back arched like a Khopesh.

Percy moved hungrily. He moved ferociously. His hands pushed Annabeth toward him while his tongue drove forward into her. He felt her grab clumps of his hair. To start he purposefully avoided the clit, letting her adjust to the feeling of his tongue.

When finally he felt that he'd stalled enough, feeling Annabeth's reactions beginning to wane, he made his move. He stood up, and with her legs over his shoulders the shift made her fall back on the bed, her legs going into the air.

All at once Percy's tongue targeted the clit he'd been ignoring. He went after it wildly, making up for lost time. Annabeth gaped and gasped. Her hands came down next to her shoulders, helping support and trying to stabilize herself.

Percy's hands moved too. They gripped her sides, holding her steady while his tongue did its work. He tasted her arousal. He felt the way she tensed.

"I'm getting close!" Annabeth shouted.

If the end was coming anyway, Percy would meet it with a bang. His fingers slipped off her sides to deftly unlatch her bra, moving with competency he couldn't have dreamed of a week earlier. As he pulled her bra away her breasts came free, perky and more than a handful each, being pulled down toward her face by gravity. Percy tossed the bra away and groped them hungrily. The whole time his tongue never slowed even slightly.

Pulling his mouth away, Percy allowed Annabeth to orgasm. There was force behind it, a spray that flew nearly a foot before splattering against his bed. Those sheets would be getting much dirtier before this night was over.

He moved Annabeth's legs off his shoulders, allowing her to fall completely onto the bed. After a dazed moment catching her breath, she rolled over on her stomach.

Percy had pulled off his shirt and was going for his pants when he felt hands at his belt. Looking down, he found Annabeth unbuckling them. She made eye contact as she pulled them down.

"My turn," she said.

Percy knew better than to argue. Which was good, because he was completely on board with this.

His cock was completely hard the moment it came into sight. Of course it was, with his naked girlfriend being the one pulling down his pants. Annabeth just stared at it for a moment. She wrapped her hand around his shaft, pulling up and down in one deliberate jerking motion. She nodded to herself… and then plunged him into her throat.

Laying on the bed while Percy stood next to it, her head was naturally at crotch-level with him, and she made complete use of that as she stuffed him down her mouth. He felt her tongue, caught on the side of her mouth, and when she pulled back a moment later she coughed a few times, which didn't stop her from attacking his cock again the moment she was done.

Percy groaned. He drew his hands against the back of her head, petting her pretty golden hair. He was careful not to push her down or prevent her from retreating. Her technique was amateurish compared to Valentina or Drew, and Percy didn't care one bit. She wasn't great at this, but she was trying, pumping all her desires into the task of making him feel. That counted more than any roll of the tongue or trick of the throat ever could.

"I love you," Percy found himself saying.

He was pretty sure Annabeth said it back. His cock could feel the vibrations of her vocal chords working.

The instincts that his second lesson had instilled in him rose up, demanding that he hold himself back, and to tell the truth it wouldn't have been much of a challenge to listen. As wonderful as Annabeth's efforts were, Percy had become extremely good at keeping his balls on standby over the last week.

But he didn't. Five minutes after Annabeth started her work, Percy let himself go, cumming straight into her mouth. 

This wasn't the right part to drag out. Annabeth was pushing herself trying to make him feel good. She needed a sign that she was succeeding.

He could tell that the taste of his sudden spunk caught her off-guard. Her eyes widened as she pulled off of him. Her head turned toward the floor, cheeks puffing as she almost spat on reflex before she caught herself, pressing a hand to her lips to prevent any from leaking. As soon as she adjusted, she looked up at him. Slowly, she swallowed. 

Percy couldn't hold himself back and pounced.

He jumped onto the bed, rolling her over onto her back with him on top. Their bodies wrapped together even more tightly than they had on the walk over, now naked and even warmer than ever. Percy found Annabeth's lips. He bit her neck. He sucked her collarbone. And every time he moved on to a different part, his heart ached that he couldn't have every inch of her at once.

But Annabeth wasn't passive. When he kissed her, she kissed back. When His mouth moved lower, she bent her neck, nipping his ears. They started to roll— sometimes he was on top, sometimes she was. Both of them were completely focused on giving as good as they got.

This continued right up until they rolled one more time and Percy hit something hard. He'd been backed up against the headboard, his shoulders propped against it, while Annabeth had free reign on top of him. And she wasn't wasting any time in taking advantage.

She sat up straight, propped on her knees. Her hand reached back around her ass, gripping the base of his shaft and pointing it upward. Her eyes wouldn't leave Percy's as she did it. For the first time in minutes their mouths weren't on each other, but that didn't make the moment any less enrapturing.

Percy felt his cock tracing over moist, hairy skin. It moved left, right, then slightly left again. There! He felt Annabeth's entrance at the same time it must've felt him. Annabeth chewed her. His hands wrapped lightly around her hips, just to show he was there, that he was supporting her.

She dropped herself down.

He filled her slowly, in a chain of incremental inches. Every time she pushed another part in, Annabeth would gasp and stop, only to start up again a moment later. Pain flickered on her features, but this was Annabeth. After you walked through Tartarus this much was like a paper cut.

Percy still hated every second of it.

He almost held his breath until finally, with a few heavy breaths, Annabeth reached the base. She caught her breath slowly, hands holding onto Percy's forearms for support. 

She started moving after a moment's rest. The last vestiges of pain lessened rapidly before finally disappearing entirely. Annabeth wasted no time in capitalizing on it. Once she could move freely, she hurled everything she had into bouncing her hips.

Percy let go of her, allowing his hands to rest at his sides. Watching her blond curls bounce behind her perfect face and its magic, flushed smile, filled Percy with urges. He wanted to flip them over right away, to trap her beneath him and bathe her in every single trick he worked so hard to learn.

But he held back. A spectral Valentina appeared in his mind, waggling her finger sternly. He couldn't just think about himself. Sex had more than one performer on the stage.

So he lay there, allowing Annabeth to bounce up and down on his length, and he did nothing.

Annabeth filled the space left by his inaction with gusto. The longer she went the more confident her hips grew, bouncing on his cock with more speed and increasing flare. She giggled and laughed even as she moaned, striking the perfect pace to make her first time comfortable. She bent forward.

Without her hips stopping, Annabeth kissed Percy. He hadn't expected it, which allowed her tongue to take the lead the way his had earlier. Percy decided he was more than okay with that. He closed his eyes, enjoying his time as the one being led.

The kiss lasted a long minute, but Annabeth didn't linger. She bent completely flat against him, closing her teeth around Percy's nipples. His muscular body stiffened, then went soft in a way he wasn't used to. Annabeth's rising and dipping ass was visible across her lithe back. Percy gripped the sheets feeling like he needed help keeping stable, even though he was laying on his back.

His girlfriend really was smart. He always knew that, but sometimes there were moments that just made him stop and say, 'Wow.' Her mouth bit with varying amounts of force. She mixed in smacks of her lips and flicks of her tongue as she worked against the sensitive tips of his chest.

But the really impressive thing was that she was gauging his reactions. If licking after a bite made him shudder, she would file that away as effective. If she chewed too hard and he flinched, her teeth would never close that hard again. She was learning as the minutes ticked by, all while riding him for the first time ever. That was analysis on a completely different level.

Percy was trapped in that Elysian experience for a full twenty minutes before cracks began to form. Annabeth was still working frantically, but the techniques she'd so impressively built up were starting to falter. It took Percy a moment to notice why, and when he finally understood he felt like an idiot.

Her hips were growing jerkier. Her mouth still worked against his body, but sweat was shining on her skin, and her breathing had become audibly harsher. She was simply tired.

What started as simply allowing her time to take the lead had become something different. He got so wrapped up in the moment that he completely forgot how taxing this must be.

He was going to fix that, but first he couldn't let all this work go unrewarded.

"I'm going to cum," he warned Annabeth.

She pulled her lips off his chest, panting.

"Inside!" she said. "Today's safe! I picked it on purpose!"

He obliged. His hands wrapped around her hips one more time as he emptied his balls for the second time, thoroughly filling her.

That was enough to push Annabeth into a climax of her own. Her eyelids fluttered, and her head fell to rest against Percy's chest. She could've fallen asleep against him right then and there, but they could still make this nighty better.

Annabeth yelped as Percy slipped out from under her. She started to roll over, but Percy put his hands on her hips, stopping her with her stomach still toward the bed.

"Relax," he ordered. "I'll take it from here."

He felt her shudder at the authority in his voice. She listened, tucking her head into one of the pillows.

Percy guided her hips into the air, making sure her knees were braced beneath her. He put one foot on the bed beside her while keeping his other knee flat, so that he was half squatting and half kneeling. It was the perfect position for stability… and, of course, speed.

He started off simple. He struck a decent pace, claps of his hips against her ass spaced out by a second or two each. He watched Annabeth's reactions, making sure she didn't flinch. Only when he was completely certain she was comfortable did he move on.

This part he didn't build into. He sped up to the fastest speed he could strike, their bodies suddenly colliding multiple times each second. Annabeth's low moans became yells as pleasure flooded her. She came, and Percy didn't stop for a moment.

Ten whole minutes. Ten minutes of this almost impossible pace. Ten minutes of the room heating up, turning humid from the releases of their bodies. Ten minutes of dripping sweat and shrieking bed hinges. Ten minutes of Annabeth shouting out her pleasure for him to hear, and him grunting as he poured all his strength into fucking her.

The pillow Annabeth had shoved her face into was now glued to the headboard, pressed there and held fast by her own head. She'd slid forward as Percy relentlessly mashed against her, but she certainly wasn't complaining. Five times she'd cum as he ravaged her. When he ultimately, finally couldn't hold the pace anymore, he didn't stop entirely.

Instead, Percy dropped his pace to the slowest yet, but struck with the force of a mace on each thrust. The rhythmic bangs were the loudest noise yet, spaced out by multiple seconds. 

Percy slapped Annabeth's ass and watched it jiggle. He heard her gasp through the pillow. 

"You like that?" Percy asked.

So that he could hear her answer, he grabbed her hair. Far gentler than he'd been with Drew or Aphrodite, but still hard enough to drag her head up and pull golden curls taut.

"I looove it," Annabeth moaned. The raw pounding she'd taken had already affected her speech, leaving her slurring words.

He smacked her ass again. "You really like it?"

"Fuck me," Annabeth begged. "Pound me, Peeercy!"

She came again, but Percy was well and truly using his second lesson now. He could've cum anytime, but he was holding it all back. It would be a waste like this.

He knew how he wanted to cum. So after delivering another chain of slaps to Annabeth's ass, he flipped her over.

In seconds he had her pressed up against the headboard. Her legs were pushed straight up in the air while her face was right in front of his. Her pussy was trapped between his hips and the wall, finding no give as he continued pounding her.

Their eyes met. Annabeth's were half-lidded, and she was still moaning incessantly, but her lips were turned up in a dopey smile. Percy captured them with his own, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and only then did he allow himself to climax.

They stuck in that position without moving for at least a minute, their tongues locked together and his cock still filling her dripping pussy. When Percy finally pulled back, Annabeth fell past him and landed bonelessly on the bed.

"That was amazing," she moaned.

Her eyes widened as Percy's body descended on top of her, something long stiff and wet still rubbing her lower back.

"It was one hell of a start," Percy said in her ear. "I've already cum three times. I've probably only got two more in me."

Annabeth whimpered the happiest little whimper he'd ever heard as he shoved himself between her legs again.

More than an hour later, the two lay on the floor of the cabin. The stained sheet from the bed was on the floor with them, twisted up around their legs. Both were sweaty, stinky, and all around filthy. Cumstains were spattered across Annabeth's face, breasts and back, while a consistent stream leaked out between her legs into a growing pool on the floor. Percy, meanwhile, was covered in lipstick and other smeared makeup in at least a dozen places. His nipples were swollen and sensitive even under the touch of air, red circles around each of them. Bites and love bruises decorated their bodies like badges of honor. Both Annabeth and Percy were staring dazedly at the ceiling, exhausted but somehow still awake.

"How… In the… world did… you get so… good at this?" Annabeth panted out, long pauses between each batch of words.

"I don't know," Percy said. "I guess Love itself was just looking out for me."

Just then, the wooden door burst open. Percy and Annabeth sat bolt upright in time to watch four bodies topple face-first into the room, landing in an awkward pile with a chain of squeaks.

From the bottom, Valentina Diaz said, "I told you not to push harder!"

"Well sor-ry!" said Drew Tanaka. "I just wanted to find out if they were still fucking!"

"Um, they definitely aren't now," Piper said, blushing. 

Rounding out the pile, Silena gave us a cheerful little wave, as if she'd just seen us around camp and not been caught peeping with her sisters.

Annabeth crossed her arms, smiling slightly as she shook her head. "Love, I presume?"

The End.

Extra Credit Question:

"Is this the part where we throw away our morals and engage in a highly erotic polyamorous relationship as the scene descends into a blistering ten-thousand-word-orgy that goes until the four of us have to steal Chiron's wheelchair just to move around?" Drew asked.

"No!" everyone shouted.

Silena smacked the back of her head. "And stop breaking the fourth wall just because the story's over!"

Drew shuddered with pleasure, both from the hit and from the degradation.

"How about just the orgy part?" she asked.

"No!" we shouted.

"Maybe," Annabeth said.

Everyone turned to her.

"But I'm going to need a shower first," she said. "And a very, very large strap-on."