Percabeth Oneshots

Sweatshirt

"Hey Annabeth!" Annabeth felt strong arms wrap around her middle. She didn't even have to look behind her to recognize the familiar ocean scent and tall frame. She peeked behind her, like she thought, and Percy held her to him. He'd grown much taller in high school. When she was younger, she despised it. But now, she kinda liked it.

"Hey Percy! What class do you have next?" They both went to Goode together. It was really nice to finally have familiar faces in the mortal world.

"Physics," he answered.

"Same-let's walk together."

Percy locked his hand in hers and they walked to Physics. They entered the classroom and sat next to each other. Percy looked at her and- wait. How did he not notice that before?

Annabeth was wearing his swim sweatshirt, blue with Jackson printed in yellow. He was a few inches taller than her now, so it hung loosely on her. For some reason, his heart began beating rapidly and his face and neck felt really warm. Why did she have to look so good in that?

"If an object is outside 2 focal points of a lens, the light rays it gives off refracts..."

Their physics teacher started talking, but he wasn't paying attention. He couldn't take his eyes off the blond next to him...the way his sweatshirt hung delicately on her curves...

"If an object is within a focal point of a lens, ray tracing can be difficult. Just remember these simple rules..."

Percy was long gone. There was no way he was paying attention now. The minutes ticked by, and finally, finally, the bell rang. Percy got up to Annabeth. He bore his gaze in her gray eyes. "Why are you wearing my sweatshirt?"

Annabeth looked down and saw that was, indeed, wearing his sweatshirt. She probably slipped it on in the haze of this morning. "I didn't even notice..."

Percy glanced around quickly; everyone had left. He grabbed her waist and pulled her into him. "Do you have any idea how good you look in that?"

Annabeth blushed. Percy brushed a loose strand of her hair behind her ear and leaned in.

The kiss began soft and slow, then began picking up speed. They ravaged each other's mouth, caught up in the whirlwind of passion. Percy moved his lips faster and probed his tongue on her lips. Annabeth sucked on his bottom lip, teasingly. They stumbled across the classroom, and Percy trapped her onto the desk, lifting her on top. Annabeth wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her. She threaded her hands in his raven hair.

Percy pulled away and studied her face. Her hair was messy; his probably was too with the way she was pulling it. Her lips were red and wet from all the kissing. He looked down and a pleasant flush came over him again. For some reason, seeing Annabeth in his sweatshirt drove him crazy.

"My eyes are up here, Seaweed Brain," Annabeth teased.

Percy laughed and looked up, green eyes shining. "Keep the sweatshirt."

Then he kissed her again.