Disclaimer just in case: I do not own any of these characters. They're Rick Riordan's and only his.

"Babe? Where's your camp shirt?" My question slips through the bathroom door as it's open just a crack while Percy showers in our hotel room.

"What?" His voice is muffled by the pouring water. I don't feel like yelling for him and step into the bathroom, staring at his wet face as it peers around the curtain. His hair's lathered up in shampoo and it drips down his temples as he looks at me.

"Where'd you pack your camp shirt? I want to wear it to bed."

He purses his lips, thinking for a moment. "Check my bag?"

"I already did. And your backpack. And my backpack," I reply with a sigh.

"What about your bag."

"Why would your shirt be in there? It's all my stuff... Isn't it?"

He kisses my nose and returns to his shower, making me hold myself back from jumping in with him. "Just... Look in there again. Tell me when you find it."

I roll my eyes, knowing he will no longer be any sort of help. Going back into our nice room in The New York Intercontinental that Sally and Paul insisted on paying for Percy's nineteenth birthday and part of our three year anniversary gift, I open up my carry-on sized luggage.

I find something I wasn't planning on.

A card is sitting on my clothes with "Wise Girl" written on the envelope in Percy's easily identified scribble. I look around, almost like I shouldn't read it yet before opening it. The card itself is very pretty with a picture of the beach and blue water with two pairs of footprints going across the sand into the blue horizon. Beach and blue. That's my boyfriend. The inside, however, is all written by him.

'Dear Annabeth,

I'm not sure exactly when you'll get a chance to read this and if I'll be in the room or not, but I know you'll read this no matter what. I put it in plain sight.

Annabeth, I just want to tell you that you mean the world to me. You already know this and this isn't the first time I've told you, but I never get tired of telling you: I love you. You've never left my side and I never doubted you. You were my best friend before anything. Now I can't see you as anything other than my girlfriend who I love more than immortality. You're still my best friend and always will be.

It's been three years and neither of us has died at the hand of your mom or Ares and I consider that a success. Its been three years since we kissed on that bench and got thrown into the Canoe Lake. I know this is cheesey, but even though it's been three years and hundreds of kisses later, each one feels just as amazing as the first.

Love always,

You're seaweed brained boyfriend who used that dictionary you gave him, Percy.'

A smile stretches across my face upon reading his little note. He didn't have to write all this out. I know he messed up a few times because of the pen scratches and last minute fixes and commas hastily added. I spot a few grammar and spelling mistakes, especially the wrong "your", even though I constantly remind him which is which. I don't care. It's adorable. It's him.

I rush into the bathroom, dropping the card back into my bag, watching him with his boxers on, manually drying his hair - I like how it looks like that. "You find it?"

"No, I just read your card," I say, closing the door behind me with a smile. "That was so sweet. Really. You didn't have to. I know you struggled through some of that. When did you write it?"

He drapes the towel around his neck, moving closer to me. "Yesterday. I watched you sleep and freaked out because I forgot a card for you. Deadlines are never real until they're staring me in the face."

I don't let him talk anymore when I launch myself at his half naked body, my lips attaching to his. Our chests crash as our mouths do, our tongues sliding past one another in a passionate kiss we've mastered by now. I'm pressed up against the door by his swimmer's body within seconds and my feet are lifted off the ground. My legs go around his waist, hips moving against his. He sucks on my lower lip, mumbling: "Happy Anniversary, babe."

I grin, hands going from his neck to his damp hair, getting tangled in it. Percy holds my lower back with a hand while the other opens the door. He moves me onto the king bed with the comforter already turned down thanks to me. Nice planning skills, Chase. He climbs on top of me, pulling my hair, grinding into my hips.

I ruffle his hair, his fingers playing with my blond curls. We press against one another, my leg bringing him closer to feel his erection press into my thigh. A groan leaves his mouth and his hand goes up my shirt, pushing it up to my bra.

"So... Do you want to?" He murmurs into my neck, already palming my covered chest with his right hand.

"Well it is your birthday-"

"And our anniversary..."

I move his face to look into his green eyes. "Three times?"

He smiles into my neck, slipping my tank top over my head. "You little planner."

"Shut up and get under me. You're getting birthday treatment, Mr. Nineteen Year Old," I order playfully, pushing his chest to climb on top of his hips to straddle him. He holds his hands up in surrender, making a comment about liking the controlling Annabeth. I roll my eyes, covering his mouth. "Shh or else I'll make you be quiet. You won't like that."

He shakes his head, parting my fingers just a smidge, so he can respond. "I didn't last time. I just... Have this habit of never following rules teachers give me. Or learning from past punishments."

"That's right, you don't," I say, rolling my hips against his. "You're very bad."

Percy narrows his eyes. "I'm naughty, aren't I?"

"Very," I whisper seductively as his hand slides up my back to the clasps of my bra. I grab his wrist, pinning it above his head, pressing into his hips again. "Wait. Watch."

He cocks his eyebrows, relaxing into the sheets, hooking his index finger through a belt loop of my jean shorts. I sit up straight, releasing his wrist, giving him a look to stay still. I trail a finger down his chest. My finger makes it down to his elastic of his boxers, snapping it before I pull my hand away. I make eye contact with Percy, grinding into him once more as I move my hands to the clasp of my bra. He follows my every move as I slowly undo it, letting it hang loosely on my shoulders. His hands move to take it off me but I raise an eyebrow disapprovingly and shake my head. He recoils. I shift my hips, placing my hands on his shoulders, my undergarment falling forward when my body moves. I let it slide off my shoulders and down my arms to his chest. Percy's mouth parts, his tongue flicking out to lick his lips. I smirk, pressing my body against his to hiss into his ear. "Stay still. You have to watch. If your hands or tongue touch me you will have your hands bound AND your mouth covered. I know you waited all day to do this. Don't ruin it."

He exhales, arching his neck, his hands sliding down my thighs to the mattress reluctantly.

"Good boy." I nip his neck. Rolling my shoulders, I sit erect again, pulling my hands out of my bra, tossing it aside. My fingers caress his jaw and cheek lovingly, watching his eyes slowly go half-closed, like how they usually go when he relaxes.

We can't have that.

I rub my bare chest against his, rolling my hips on his in a rhythm now, kissing down his neck and chest. My hands claw his stomach. I flick my eyes up at him when my tongue drags up to his ribcage. A low moan slips through his open lips. My fingers wrap around the sides of his boxers, my body inching down so his erection is in my cleavage. His eyes lock on mine, pleading for me to do something. I pull his underwear down at an excruciatingly sluggish pace, watching in amusement as his hips arch to me and his fingers grip the sheets, knowing that they'd be in my hair otherwise. Trailing my hands back up his legs when his boxers make it to his ankles, my chest presses to his, not wanting to watch my own hands as they tease him. Percy blinks slowly, releasing a low groan.

"What to do... What to do..." I taunt, feeling his thighs.

"Annabeth..." He breathes.

"What, Perce? What do you think I should do?" I brush a nail against him, loving the quick inhale he makes.

He nudges my nose with his. "Something. Please?"

"Ooh... Please... I never get a "please" from you. Ever..." I wrap my hand around his shaft.

His hips arch. "Annabeth... Please..."

I wonder why he's so desperate, but then I realize, we haven't had sex in three days. We had no time. I guess he didn't do anything to fulfill his... Desires by himself then.

My hand starts to move up and down his length at a good speed, my thumb brushing against his tip. My left hand soon joins underneath him to massage his most sensitive part. It took me weeks after we started exploring to feel him there. The response was so amazing, I made sure to never forget that spot again. Much like him and realizing my clitoris makes me go insane.

I don't stop my ministrations. His quiet sounds of pleasure fuelling me to notch up my pace. His hips jump and I press down on his lower stomach with my hand, stopping its actions. "Stay down. Or I'll stop completely."

He freezes and groans my name. I trail the nail of my index finger down his length, starting to pleasure him again. His breathing starts to become heavier and his groaning, louder. I know he's close to climaxing all over me. I quicken my hands on him and he calls out: "I can't... Annabeth... I can't."

I nod. "I know. I know..."

I rapidly withdraw my hands and grab his shoulders, straddling his waist, not touching him. He widens his eyes, peering up at me. "What'd you do that for?"

I shush him, placing a finger over his lips, scanning the room for condoms. "Before we do anything you need one of these."

Standing, I rifle through my back pack, finding a Ziplock baggie filled with Trojans in his size, medium. I drop the bag on his chest, looking at him from the foot of the bed. He lifts his head at me. "Yes? Are you doing something for me?"

I smirk, placing my hands on my hips, flicking my hair out of my face. Percy sits up right to get a better look at what I'm doing.

My fingers slide down to my button and pop it open. My index finger feels its way down the teeth of my zipper before slowly tugging it down. With a circular motion of my hips, my shorts fall to the floor. I step out of them. Percy's gaze becomes fixated onto my lacy blue underwear. My hands tug on either side of the garment, moving my hips around. A hand of mine grazes the front at the apex of my thighs, seeing him swallow while holding himself back. Pinching the crotch of the fabric, I widen my stance and start to pull my last piece of clothing down with the assistance of my left hand pushing it down. Once it hits my feet, I step out of it and my socks, flinging myself back on top of him. My bare thighs trap his hips; my hands digging through the bag that's now to his side to grab a condom. Percy just stays sitting up, nudging his nose against my neck, resting his hands on my hips. I tilt my head to the side, telling him to go ahead and kiss my neck. My fingers rip open the wrapping as his mouth kisses up from the base to my ear and back down, his fingers entangling in my curls. Feeling his chest, my left hand travels over his skin, silently telling him to lay down. We fall back, his mouth still on my neck. He nips me, tugging on my hair, pressing his chest to mine. I pull back, taking out the latex ring to slip on him. My fingers grab him, making sure he's still erect. He is. I pinch the tip of the condom and roll it on him. My hand slides up and down his length lightly, getting him revved up again.

Quickly, I pull my hand away and sink onto him, my hands on his shoulders. He sighs in pleasure, arching his neck, squeezing my thighs.

"Annabeth... Move..." He whispers, pushing my hips to start the rhythm.

I place my thumb on his lower lip, tracing it. "Shh... Patience, Jackson. I'll move when I want."

I wiggle my hips, making him go in deeper. He groans, grinding into me. "Annabeth... Please..."

Exhaling onto his lips, I rock my hips, starting the up and down movement. Our breaths mingle and he follows my lead, staying with my pace. It's slow. Too slow for us, but it gives us a chance to breathe. His strong hand tangles into my hair, holding my face so his forehead rests against mine and our noses touch. Sea eyes meet gray and I caress his cheek with my thumb, moving it from his mouth. My heart pulls and I'm hit with that sensation that this couldn't be more right. Every time we do this, that same feeling swells in my chest. And it's like my heart's taking over and completely overriding my brain saying: "Feel this? This is love. This is right. This is how it was always meant to be."

"Annabeth..." Percy's husky voice sounds heavenly to my ears.

I smile and brush my lips against his. "Say my name again. Like that."

He pauses at my strange request, but he mutters against my mouth, "Annabeth Chase..."

Feeling a little love drunk, I giggle, still riding him at the slow pace. His full name slips through my teeth in a slight hiss, "Perseus..."

He grins, replying in the same tone. "I love how you say my name... You'll be screaming it in a few minutes..."

I laugh, loving his smile mingled with mine, sliding my hand down to his chest, feeling his heart hammer against my palm and splayed fingers. "Oh really, Pierre? Or is it, Peter..."

He quickly thrusts up into me, messing up our rhythm. "Watch it, Chase..."

Percy's lips find my neck, sucking on a spot beneath my ear, quickening our pace. I close my eyes, tighten my grip on his right shoulder and follow his rhythm while trying to keep him under control. I'm top. I decide the speed. I take us down a notch, hearing our heavy breaths and open my eyes to see small beads of sweat on his neck. His hips urge me to go quicker. For once, I give in, getting rid of our sweet tone and inching slowly towards the intense tone. Yanking my head back, his sucking lips make a POP noise as they're torn away from my skin. I flip my head back, tossing my hair behind me, my forehead already starting to dampen. Percy swears under his breath and I feel his glance on me. I crack a smile, but close my eyes in bliss, staying in my position, rolling my hips smoothly and quickly against his. He jabs upward unexpectedly once again and I cry out in pleasure. His hands grasp my hips, moving me so there's less "up" motion and more "down", forcing him to enter me deeper.

I inhale and clench my fingers on his hard chest, liking the feeling of his sweat on me. I quicken my movements, not caring if it takes him some time to follow. My hair tickles my back and I lean forward, breathing on his neck, watching goosebumps appear on his skin. A smile grows on my face, groaning as he shifts a certain way, finding my g-spot. He hits it again and again, my sounds of pleasure getting louder and louder. I regain control, grabbing his shoulders. Our glances meet and I ride him a bit slower until he squeezes his eyes shut and grunts for me to move faster. I wait a bit to pick up the pace, just to tease him and then move, quicker than before. He blindly slides a palm across my stomach down over my belly button, down to between my legs to gently rub my clit. I hum in the back of my throat, moving to kiss his open mouth. He pinches my bundle of nerves, making me cry out, pushing him in until he can't go anymore. He barely pulls out before I slam back down, feeling my walls tighten with every thrust. He pants out that he can't go much longer. I groan and nod in reply, keeping my movement, his fingers making it hard to say anything.

I'm pushed closer and closer to the edge, but I feel him inside me, knowing he's clinging on with two fingers. He growls in the back of his throat and I shiver in response, mumbling for him to let go. He does. My name passes his lips loudly as both of his hands move to my outer thighs, arching as far into me as he can. I watch him completely lose control and it's a struggle to hold on. As soon as he comes down from his high, I reach mine, arching my back as I sit upright, my nails digging into his shoulders. I cry out his full name, not his nickname and I can feel his hands stroke my skin tenderly, a silent way of saying he likes that.

Once I milked my climax for all it's worth, I relax, resting my arms over his shoulders. My cheek is pressed against his heaving chest, hearing his pounding heart in my ear. I stick to his sweaty skin, exhaling on the droplets. He rubs my lower back and legs, making me melt into him. Percy never bothered to pull out of me after I orgasmed and I feel him wiggle his hips, getting uncomfortable. Lifting my hips up, he shifts, now pressing into my thigh. We're silent, just enjoying the sound of our breaths. He leans up to kiss my head sweetly. "Wow. You're getting good at that..."

I smile, dragging my hand down to his chest, tracing circles on him. "Thanks... So are you... You like it when I say Perseus. Don't you?"

He nuzzles my head, replying softly, "Only when you say it. You know, when you were telling those younger campers the story of my namesake, I couldn't concentrate on anything you said. I kept thinking of us, like this, every time you said Perseus."

"Oh so that's why you were looking at me like that after we finished... I saw that lusty look."

"Yeah," he pouts in his voice. "You kept avoiding my looks. We could have snuck off into my cabin or that dummy closet in the Armory. But noo, Chiron needed you. All. Day."

I giggle. "To tease you. We can't have someone walking in on us again."

"For the third time. It was Clarisse and Chris first, which wasn't too bad, but Chiron walked into my cabin one morning, looking for you."

I look up at him, remembering the moment. "Oh my gods, that was bad. I was under your sheets, on top of you. We were both naked. Our clothes were on the floor. He knew what happened the night before as soon as he stepped into the cabin."

"Archery was so awkward. He called us aside to tell us he wanted to speak to us in the Big House that night." Percy cracks a smile, playing with my hair.

"The talk was worse. He made hot chocolate and made us sit by fire on that old couch. He told us to tone it down and be careful. He reminded us about the rules around not having two people alone in a cabin, but he knew we would still continue to break them. Did you catch that look he gave me?"

He frowns in thought. "What look?"

"The one that said to keep doing what we're doing but just be super careful and not obvious."

"You got all that from a stare?"

I roll my eyes. "Yes. You're so blind sometimes."

Percy shrugs, thoroughly lost. "I don't know. He just kept smirking at me the rest of the week."

"Because, sweetheart, you're so oblivious. He knew what we were doing the whole time. That's why. And you didn't pick up on it. It's cute. You still won't kiss me intensely in front of him. Even though he knows."

He smiles sheepishly, looking at my fingers. "It's the respectful thing to do. It's chivalrous."

I peer up at him, love struck. "You're so adorable. I'm with a gentleman."

"I wouldn't make out with you in front of Mom and Paul. It's the same thing. I don't want them to see that." He blushes slightly.

"I know... But still. That's cute. I'm your girlfriend. They don't need to see the dirty underbelly of our relationship."

"Exactly." He clutches me closer, kissing my temple. "You're mine. And only mine."

I kiss his neck, moving farther up his body. He flips me over so I'm facing him on my right side. I land on top of the condom bag and yank it out from beneath me, tossing it to the floor. He pulls me into his chest, his mouth moving all over me. A strong hand takes one of mine, kissing my fingers, knuckles, and up the arm. He hovers his mouth over my knuckles, but plants a lingering kiss on my left ring finger. My heart skips a beat as he whispers: "You won't have this bare for long. This is my spot."

Despite everything, I blush. It's the aftermath of sex. I make Percy blush, not vice versa. "Don't worry. It's reserved for you."

Percy moves his mouth to my palm, sucking so lightly I can hardly feel it. I let my body relax, focusing on his features, realizing how far we've come. I find the little, almost invisible freckles on his nose and cheeks, thinking about how physically close we are and how four years ago, if someone told me Percy and I ended up like this, I would've thought they had a little too much wine. His eyes are gliding all over my exposed skin before he stops at my face. Our stares meet and I wriggle closer, looking at the flecks of blue and green and the tiniest amount of hazel to make his eyes the color of the ocean. He interlaces the fingers on my left hand with his free hand, our compassionate gazes staying fixated on one another. Tipping his nose down, I look up expectantly, waiting for my lips to brush his. He uses our entangled fingers as an assist to get me even closer and to deepen our kiss once his lips descend on to mine.

We stay entwined like that for a bit, until Percy gets antsy. He falls on top of me, stripping his condom off to wrap in one of the napkins on the nightstand. And then we're moving in a frenzy-like state; touching, scratching, grinding. Both of our bodies getting revved up for another go. After all, that was only round one.