Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

The Roommate Agreement 7

When they woke up the next day, something was different. Something had changed, and they couldn't deny it. It was almost a physical entity that sat in the room, breathing heavily behind them. Annabeth sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. She saw Percy standing by the window, wearing only a pair of sweat pants. There was a cup of coffee in his hand, and she watched with rapt attention as the tendrils of steam tickled his jaw, and she noticed the perfect way the sunlight illuminated half his face. She found that she couldn't identify the look in his eyes.

"Percy?" she asked.

He turned and gave her a small smile. "I made coffee," he said. "Would you like some?"

"Yes, please," Annabeth said, putting her hand to her forehead.

As Percy busied himself in the kitchen, she sat there and mentally retraced how she'd gotten into such an awful situation. For fuck's sake, she wasn't even drunk, they weren't even drunk, so it wasn't like they had anything to blame for what they had done the night before. No, they were both fully in control and neither of them tried to stop what was possibly the most intimate sex she'd ever had in her life.

Percy came back from the kitchen and offered her a fresh hot cup of coffee that she gratefully accepted. He sat on the sofa next to her, but Annabeth couldn't help noticing that he was sitting away from her. This is what she hated about falling in love: the changes. It ruined everything. That easy teasing banter was gone, replaced by silent awkwardness. No, it had even ruined silence. When they sat together silently before, the silence felt companionable, felt comfortable. She hated this.

"We should probably talk about last night," Percy said in a low voice.

Annabeth stopped midway through a sip of her coffee and looked at him. Percy turned around and sat so that he was directly looking at her, his legs crossed under him. She put the cup down on the coffee table and mimicked his posture.

"Yeah, I guess we should," she said, biting the inside of her cheek.

He looked at her silently for a few seconds and despite the gravity of the conversation, Annabeth was distracted by the fact that he was shirtless. Before he could say anything, she quickly picked his shirt up off the floor and thrust it in his face so that he couldn't see how hard she was blushing.

"Wear this," she said.

Percy gave her an incredulous look, and Annabeth could almost see the myriad of witty comebacks he could make, but when he just silently put the shirt back on, she actually found herself wishing he'd gloated about it.

"Do I meet your approval?" Percy deadpanned.

Annabeth was grateful and relieved when a small smile broke across her face. "Always," she said.

She'd meant for it to sound tongue-in-cheek, but it came out way more earnest than she'd intended. If Percy caught on, however, he didn't show it. Instead, he picked at a fraying thread on the sofa and bit his lip, which almost made Annabeth whimper, but thankfully someone was watching over her and she managed to avoid making the situation any worse than she already had.

"I- I need to know," Percy said, visibly struggling, "what you think of me."

He still wouldn't look at her. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean," Percy said quietly.

Annabeth found herself panicking despite herself. "This is all getting very doom and gloom here," she said, trying for a laugh that ended up sounding more like she was on the verge of tears.

Percy finally looked up, and Annabeth flinched under the intensity of his stare. "Annabeth, I'm being serious," he said.

She fidgeted with her fingers. "I don't know, Percy," she said, laughing shakily. "What am I supposed to say?"