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[Those who have seen it before might recognise that Percy is sitting in Annabeth's suite and using her console rather than his own] Okay, so, first things first. Sea prunes? Don't go there. And I'm saying that as the guy whose dad probably invented them.

[His fingers reach for a nearby pen and absently tap it against the desk before he scrawls something meaningless on a piece of paper nearby. People who have spoken to Percy before might not that he's more twitchy than usual, almost agitated.] Second, um. Are there any jobs going in places that are a little more Foreigner friendly? Apparent customers won't buy things from places if the person serving them calls them a jerk, even if they're being one. The managers don't seem to like it, either. Something without boring, repetitive tasks would be great, too. As it turns out, that's kind of hard to deal with when you're ADHD. [A beat. He fold the paper in half absently slides it into a nearby book.] And if any writing could be in Ancient Greek, that would be awesome. Dyslexics of the world untie, that sort of thing.

[He picks the book up and places it somewhere off-screen, seemingly unaware of what he's doing. A grin tugs at the corner of his mouth, and he laughs, a little sheepishly] Okay, so I don't do a great job at selling myself. But I promise, I'm hardworking. I'm resourceful, I don't mind manual labour, I can talk to sea creatures and horses, and I make a mean garden hose. And I really, really need something to do here, or else I'm going to lose my mind. And believe me when I say no one wants a crazy demigod on their hands. [He gives a small wave, and is about to disappear when he thinks of something]

Oh yeah! Apparently there are some people who don't know how to swim? I can totally teach you, if you want. Or...I dunno, take people on water rides around the turtle. Floating around in the ocean in a bubble is pretty neat, I'm just saying.

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She'd do it out of spite. [Shut up.]

[Annabeth smirks when he frowns, but she doesn't move her hand away. She is winning, Percy Jackson, not cheating.] No it's not. What did I just say about rules?

[That Certain Look doesn't go unnoticed, and she can feel her cheeks go a little red, even if she's staring at him the same way. A small smile, still kind of teasing, and she rolls a shoulder in half a shrug.] Most of the time.

[He lets the conversation about Hera drop, because he really doesn't want the old witch involved in his relationship with Annabeth at all.

Percy doesn't move to take her hand away just yet] No rules, huh? [He can get behind that idea.

One hand leaves her hip, reaching up. His fingers brush lightly over her cheek where the red is staining it, and she can probably feel him smirking a little behind her hand] You look beautiful right now. [It might seem like it comes out of nowhere, but that's sort of the point. he's trying to throw her off balance.

He also means it absolutely, but that doesn't mean it can't be weaponised.]

[What. What. There is no logical jump here, and that's when she realizes that's exactly his intention. It doesn't stop her face from going redder and then disgruntled over it all. No, he's not allowed to catch her off guard like that!!]

[Annabeth shoves her hand entirely against his mouth, covering it completely and half glaring him down through a giddiness brought on by his stupid words.] And you're an idiot.

[And her response to slide her other hand to rest at the back of his neck, lean in to kiss his cheek. Then trail down to the corner of his jaw, before pulling back to stare at him defiantly.]

[His smirk widens to an out and out grin behind his hand as he watches her become more and more flustered by his words. Someone else might consider that not exactly the reaction they were going for, in calling their girlfriend beautiful, but Annabeth and Percy have always been kind of weird.

He chokes on a laugh when she shoves her hand against his mouth, giving her a thumbs up in response to her calling him an idiot, considering that talking is a little hard right now. The laughter fades as her lips move over his skin, and he swallows a little, just looking at her when she pulls back.

Slowly, his hand comes up to wrap around her wrist, tugging it gently away from his mouth] You might've missed a spot.

[Annabeth might be looking a little self-satisfied at his reaction to her move, even if she's still kind of flushed. Her thumb absently moves over the edge where his hair meets skin, and she wriggles her other hand from his wrist to weave her fingers through his.]

And which spot might that be?

[He squeezes her hands as her fingers slide through his, but he still has one free, resting at her hip. He starts to toy with the hem of her shirt, fingertips brushing over bare skin 'accidentally' as he does so.] Um. [What was he saying?] Take your pick?

[She starts a little, at the contact, but she's grinning in near laughter as he ends up distracting himself instead.]

[There's no vocal answer; she leans in, picking up where she left off before and moving along until she meets his lips. Which, you know, she'll just linger at for a while, unconsciously shifting her whole self a little closer, before she finally pulls back for a moment. With half a questioning smirk on her face, as if asking if she picked right.]

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[He's hyper-aware of all the places where their bodies are pressed together right now, but his gaze is riveted to her face. At least until she starts kissing him again, and his eyes slide shut as he kiss her back. His hand leaves her shirt alone now and slides under it, dragging along bare skin to the small of her back. It's still there when she pulls back and gives him that smirk, which sends his thoughts skittering off in all kinds of directions.]

So I think this chair is my lucky charm, or something. [His voice is the slightest bit hoarse when he speaks, thumb sliding absently back and forth at her back.]

[His hand on her back sends a new flutter through her, for all she's super aware of every touch herself. She's not entirely sure what a good reaction would be, but it's not something she minds either. She kind of doesn't want him to stop.]

[With the chair comment, Annabeth laughs softly, pulling her hand out of his to rest it on his shoulder. Her tone's a little quiet.] One of them, maybe.

[Because she doesn't need a chair to kiss her boyfriend, gods. Which she sort of slowly starts to lean in to do again, even if there's a part of her brain saying maybe they should move before they fall over a second time. She's just too distracted by his hand on her skin.]

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[Percy kind of ruins her slow lean in there by meeting her halfway. The kiss starts off teasing, but he doesn't have the same kind of patience for that that Annabeth does. His other hand goes to her hair and the one on her back moves up higher, tugging her flush together as he kisses her a little harder, more intense.

He can feel the chair starting to tip, though, and as fun as that had ended up being last time, the process of getting to the floor had actually been kind of painful. Percy would prefer to avoid that. He doesn't really stop kissing her, though, murmuring the words against her lips instead] The chair - tipping - I should really - move us.

[Oh no his hand went higher, and for a moment her breathing hitches with a surge of excitement, but then she's wrapped up in kissing him, matching his intensity. She abandons most of the teasing pretenses, the hand at his shoulder coming to hold the side of his face as she simultaneously pulls him closer and pushes herself against him.]

[Except the goddamn chair starts up again. She manages to pause, keeping her own lips close and chuckling a little, her voice low.] So get to it then.

[...what, did he expect her to make it easier for him?]

[There's something about that chuckle and the low tone to her voice that sends a rush on heat through Percy's body, and she's telling him to do something but he just has to kiss her again, just once more. Okay, twice more.

The chair tips again and he pulls away with something of a gasp, pressing his forehead to hers and struggling to gather his thoughts together. What was he doing] Okay. [They're getting out of the chair, right? his brain is trying to work through the logistics of that, but his body's way ahead of him. The hand in her hair goes to her outer thigh, and he steals another hard kiss before standing, taking her weight easily in his arms]

[It's really, really hard to avoid kissing him when he's kissing her and looking at her like that, chair tipping and all. She'll scold herself later for losing track of rationale. When he stands, she instinctually locks her arms around his shoulders and her legs around his waist.]

And now you start walking. [She says it matter-of-factly with a teasing grin, for all her heart-rate's off the charts and she'd really rather get back to the whole kissing him thing.]

[He narrows his eyes at her a little bit at that comment] I could drop you. [Except no, he wouldn't. Couldn't, really, and he kisses her again to drown out the dread that the word 'drop' makes him feel. His hold on her is strong, sure, as he steps towards the--

Bedroom. He can feel himself turning read just from the thought. It has all kinds of implications that he's not sure either one of them are really ready for, even if they're just making out; he changes angle slightly and heads towards the couch instead, carrying her easily despite the distraction of her long legs wrapped around his waist]

[Annabeth rolls her eyes in a "yeah right" sort of feeling, and then he's kissing her before she can retort, so you know what? She'll just kiss him back, comfortable with absolutely no doubt he can hold her.]

[She doesn't miss the direction he first starts towards, nor the color on his cheeks; it kind of spreads to her own, but she'll ignore it, holding herself close to him as he walks. Stealing the occasional kiss, both on his mouth and on his cheeks. Because he's right there you know and she's a little impatient, even if they're practically at the couch already.]

[He sets her down on the couch - and it's stupid that he got so hung up on the bedroom, because he's pretty much doing exactly the same thing here that he'd be doing there, pushing her gently back until he's hovering over her, braced on his elbows. His lips go to her neck, trailing kisses up the side of her neck until he meets her jaw.

And then he pulls away, because things are getting sort of intense, and he just needs to - he has to check] Hey. You okay?

[Both her hands slide to the back of his neck, one slipping into his hair as he goes up her neck. Her legs are still bent up, and they sort of hug at his sides.]

[It takes her a second to establish what he asked, because when he backs up she's confused (and annoyed) as to why he stopped and ready to pull him down again; her face flashes that confusion through somewhat heavy breathing.]

[Except then she can't help but half smile at him, something of utter adoration.] Absolutely, Seaweed Brain. [She tugs him closer for one brief, chaste brush of lips. And then she asks, a little quietly with a kind of nervousness that only he might be able to notice:] Are you?

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[His lips twitch slightly at the annoyance, and he figures he must be doing something right if she's that put out about him stopping. But then her expression shifts, and Percy thinks that he'll do anything in the world if it means she'll look at him like that again] Um. Okay, good.

[He catches that nervousness, and an impulsive smile breaks across his face. Not laughing at her, but just - happy. Happy that they're here, that they have each other, and that they're both just as fumbling and unsure. It's not like either one of them has any more experience at this] Absolutely. [He kisses her forehead. And then her cheek, and then the corner of her mouth] Okay is probably an understatement.

[She can't help the small giggle that escapes her after his oh-so-charming "um okay good." But it's just so characteristically Percy, and she loves it. Him.]

[Then he smiles at her like that, and she can tell it's not teasing. It makes her happy, too, erases some of the anxiety secretly plaguing her about - all of this, them. Her smiles deepens into a full one, and when he leans back over to kiss her, she closes her eyes in the feeling and trust.] An understatement for both of us.

[She moves her arms around his shoulders, so she's half hugging him, for the gesture of embrace above anything else. Annabeth ducks her head towards the crook of his neck and pulls him closer at the same time, because for what she's about to say, she's not sure she can look at him right now, muttered and mumbled as it is.] I love you, Percy.

[Because really, that's about all she's thinking about right now.]

[For a second he's kind of concerned about the whole neck-tucking thing. And then her words reach his ears and he's kind of...overwhelmed for a couple of seconds. Not just because she said it - she's told him that before, obviously - but because the situation has hit him all over again. What's waiting for them, what they have here. How he went for eight months without this, and it's been even longer for her.

When he speaks, his voice is hoarse from more than just desire] I love you too, Annabeth. [He closes his eyes and moves in closer, focusing on the feeling of her arms around him. He's barely aware of the next words leaving his mouth, whispered almost inaudibly] Never again.

[There's something else in his tone that gives her smile falter, doubly so when she hears him say "never again." And it's not something she entirely understands, but it's not hard to guess where his thoughts are. Then it's too late to stop hers from following.]

[Annabeth hugs him tighter, pulls him even closer so they're flush together; she plants a kiss at the corner of his jaw, the best spot she can reach at this angle. A year without him. Tartarus at home. She'll bask in the reality of this moment here, right now, for as long as she can. It's easier to say the 'I love yous' than flounder through what all that actually means, because apparently when he gets overwhelmed, she joins him.]

[But thinking about it, maybe that's how it works. For them, at least. For good and bad things. She kisses his jaw again, hands curling into his shirt.]

[He indulges in the embrace, in the sheer luxury of being close to her. Being close to your girlfriend should have to be a luxury, but that's how it is for the two of them right now, a kind of desperate edge to even the sweetest of moments.

Eventually he moves his head a little, shifting around so he can look her in the face. He clears his throat slightly] So are we gonna keep making out, or...?

[Percy Jackson: Destroyer of Moments]

[Truth be told, she's not all that bothered by the sudden swingback. She kisses him once, a little lingering, then gives him a bit of A Look, back to marginal teasing.] There are probably better ways to have asked, you know.

[Not that she's... not going to. And that's probably clear in the way she's peering up at him.]

[He smirks a little after she kisses him, shifting his weight onto one arm so that he can brush the hair back of her face with the other.] Yeah? [He kisses her again, and while it might not have the fervour of some of their earlier kisses, it definitely has the intensity.] How should I have asked, then? [He can hear her voice in his mind. I love you, Percy.

If they can be here together, and she can say that to him, it makes him think that anything is possible.]

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I can think of a few ways. [She says in between kissing him, a small amused smile playing at the corner of her lips.] Depends on the angle you were going for.

[She moves her hands to cup his face, keeping it fairly close to hers, even when they break to speak or breathe. The way he looks at her whenever they do this always thrills and scares her, but she'd never look away. The thought makes her kiss him again, a little harder.]

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