12 hours ago

Annabeth giggled as He spun her around in the midnight street. Watching her figure leave from my grasp.

"You're something else Percy." She turned around walking backwards in a blue little dress that didn't touch less than mid thigh and his black leather jacket zipped up half way. Percy never met someone as beautiful as she was.

"Oh am I? I'd say the same about you." Percy stuffed his hands in his pocket, smiling at her.

"I'm just a photographer." She pranced, she stopped.

They've had a few drinks. Percy chuckled, grabbing her waist, she followed reluctantly.

"More like an Artist." He kissed her.

She let him explore her lips, while she explored his.

"You're the artist." She mumbled. Getting more relaxed into his touch.

"Mhm...sure." He moved his other hand around her waist, gripping it slightly tighter than before.

Annabeth, fluttered her eyes up him. Knowing what was bound to happen.

"Percy I-" she pulled away slightly. "Not yet. I'm not ready. I think." She whispered softly.

Percy loosened his grip looking down and nodding. "Okay. That's okay. My cars right around the corner. I'll drive you home."

Annabeth bit her lip and nodded. "Sounds good."

Annabeth woke up alone this time. She turned onto her back. She sighed heavily.

So woke for sleeping over for him. They'd probably have their first fight over this.

She sat up on her elbows grabbing her thick black framed glasses. She grabbed an extra blanket and her phone, covering herself.

She wasn't naked but had flannel pjs and a white tank top and her apartment got quite cold.

She exited her room, smelling smoking familiar close to crêpes and apple juice. She peaked around the corner see a messier haired Percy with no shirt on.

She bit her lip, trying to hold back a smile just in case.

"Hey." She leaned against the corner, standing on her toes and back to flat foot.

Percy looked up. "Hey you." He smiled slightly. His smile was always half like he didn't allow himself to be happy all the time.

Annabeth walked closer bringing the blanket around his back, looking over his tattoos. Percy shivered at her touch, leaning back slighting kissing the top of her head.

Was he mad? She couldn't tell.

"About last night..." Annabeth started, Percy shushed her almost immediately .

"Sex isn't important. Our relationship and building to that and be both ready is. So about last night? I was very happy to be there right there with you even if we were a bit tipsy and so on. I wouldn't leave you for a No." He turned off the stove turning around, embracing her.

She barely reached his chest, she scuttled forward, standing on his feet. Snuggling closer.

"I was just worried." She muttered into his chest.

"Don't be." He smiled, running his fingers over her back.

Silence filled between them but not the love that was growing.

She was falling in love with him...hard.