A/N: I live in central California, and lately, we've been getting a LOT of heat waves. Yesterday, the highest was 105 degrees! So, instead of moping around, I decided to make light of the situation with a fanfic. I hope you guys like it!
"It's so hootttttt!" Percy complained for the 24th time that afternoon. Annabeth rolled her eyes, and no, she wasn't counting.
"Well, it's what you signed up for when we moved to California." Percy thought the winters in Manhattan were bad, but now, he'd do anything to escape New Rome's heat waves.
Their clothing reflected the burning climate: Percy only wore a pair of shorts, and Annabeth one of his shirts. The shirt reached her thighs, which he found quite endearing. Annabeth scootched back to lean on the wall, and the shirt receded with her. Smirking, Percy crept his hand closer to his fiancee's exposed thigh, until it brushed her warm skin.
"Stop. I'm all sweaty." Annabeth pushed him away, and Percy frowned like a dejected puppy. She pushed herself off the bed and strode across the room. "Besides, I'm gonna go shower now."
Percy knew she probably just said that to spite him, but he perked up nevertheless. He wrapped his arms around her waist, stopping her from going any further, and pulled her onto his lap. Eyes sparkling with mischief, he whispered in her ear, "I can help with that."
Annabeth sighed. Why did he have to get turned on at the most unfortunate times?
Percy's breath tickled her ear. "Cmon...I know you want to..."
Annabeth did want to, in fact, but she wasn't going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that. Percy's hands teased the hem of her shirt. She clearly wasn't going to stop him now. Putting on a show of being inconvenienced, she muttered, "Fine, but I doubt you'll be much help."
The shower was occupied for the next two hours.
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Percabeth Oneshots
RomanceJust a collection of oneshots about everyone's favorite ship: Percabeth.
