Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

WIRKYIWK 6

Greenconverses ao3

Stumbling footsteps on the stairs.

A loud thunk.

Feminine laughter and a throaty chuckle.

The jingle of keys.

"One second, let me - oh."

In the months since she'd moved in, Annabeth had overheard her fair share of nighttime noises in the hallways of her apartment building. Nothing truly outrageous, but when she was alone on late weekend nights, the echoes of laughter and other sounds would be enough to inspire a sharp stab of jealousy, to remind her just how long it'd been since she'd had someone in her bed.

She wasn't going to be lonely, jealous Annabeth tonight.

Tonight, she was the one with a handsome man pressed against her apartment door, kissing him like there was no time left in the world. She gotten what - who she wanted, and he was everything she deserved.

Annabeth's keys dangled, forgotten from her right hand as she fisted the front of Percy's cotton shirt, pulling him deeper into her kiss. Triumph flowed through her veins, nearly as intoxicating as the sweet haze of whiskey that had settled over her.

She hadn't allowed herself to feel this way in such a long time. None of the men she'd been with in the years after the war had inspired such an erotically electric response in her. She'd avoided it, actually, convinced from her previous experiences that unrestrained passion only led to trouble.

This didn't feel like trouble, though.

Percy didn't feel like trouble.

"You are going to invite me in, aren't you?" he teased, his mouth moving from her lips to scatter kisses on her face. "I don't think either of us want another video making headlines tomorrow morning."

"Maybe if you'd stop distracting me," she said, gasping as his tongue traced lightly over the scratch on her cheek - the one he'd given her. Her whole body shuddered with desire. "I - I could get the damn door unlocked."

Percy's lips left her abruptly and he pulled back, tipping his head against her door. He stared at her, his half-lidded eyes glittering with amusement and lust, a slight smirk pulling at his kiss swollen mouth. He was the sexiest man she'd ever seen... and he hadn't even taken any clothes off.

"Is that what you want? For me to stop?"

It was a question with double meaning - both a dirty tease and a request for her continued consent.

His hands were still on her, burning trails of sensation across her skin, but it wasn't his touch that caused a new, pulsing ache of arousal between her legs. She had the most powerful man in New Rome pinned before her, with his own graffitied symbol at his back, and he was asking for her permission. She was in control.

It wouldn't take much effort on his part to change that, she'd knew. She'd experienced his physical strength firsthand. But he'd let her take what she wanted from him so far. This encounter was going to happen on her terms... the way she needed it to.

"Gods, no," she replied, surging up for another searing kiss. "That's the last thing I want."

She started to fumble with her keys again, a new sense of urgency taking over her. The sooner she got the door open, the sooner she could have Percy naked and deep inside of her. He did his best to inspire speediness, settling a hand at the clasp of her jeans, running his thumb teasingly over the smooth metal button.

Her key slid into her lock at the same moment he slipped the button free, and she gasped his name (in want? In warning?) as she twisted the doorknob. Percy let out as a surprised grunt as the door fell upon under his weight, stumbling and dragging them both into the apartment.