Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

WIRKYIWK 8

Greenconverses ao3

For the second time in as many days, Annabeth woke to a ringing cell phone.

By time she'd even registered the noise, it'd stopped, so she curled deeper into her blankets, ready to fall right back to sleep.

Except the phone started ringing again, vibrating insistently on her bedroom's wooden floor. She cracked an eye open, glancing at the clock on her nightstand. It was 2:40 a.m. She groaned into her pillow; she'd just fallen asleep a few hours ago.

She was content to ignore the phone no matter how many times it rang, she was that exhausted, but the man in bed next to her apparently couldn't.

Letting out a muffled curse, Percy shifted and slid halfway off to bed to reach his jeans and fish his phone out of the pocket.

"This better be good," he grumbled in greeting, leaning back against the headboard. The sheets pooled around his waist and Annabeth allowed herself to sleepily admire his moonlit profile, barely listening to his conversation. "And this is my problem instead of the praetorian guard's, why? They'll wear themselves out eventually... I understand that, but..."

He paused, listening to the person on the other end, and then let out an irritated sigh. "Fine, fine... I'll be there as soon as I can. Try to keep them under control until then."

He hung up and tossed his phone on the bed beside him. He ran a hand through his hair, staring at it contemplatively, and for a moment, it appeared he would settle back in bed, despite what he'd told the late night caller. Then he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

Percy was leaving. A pang of disappointment hit her at this realization, and she quickly shoved it aside, embarrassed at her foolishness.

What was there to be disappointed about? Of course he was leaving. That's what happened after a hook-up. And that's what tonight had been - for both of them. Nothing had changed just because it had been the most spectacular sex of her life.

Well, maybe she wouldn't mind if he stuck around for more of that, but... she'd already let him linger longer than any of her previous one night stands. Not that she'd expected him to actually stay anf sleep with her when she'd invited him in, but Percy Jackson was full of surprises.

It was time he left, before she found a reason to break more rules for him.

Briefly, she considered pretending to still be asleep while he snuck out, but decided she owed him better than that. Besides, she was curious. What was important enough to drag the son of Neptune out of bed this early in the morning?

"Skipping out?" she asked, wrapping her sheets around her chest before she sat up. She propped her elbow on her knees, watching with interest as Percy bent over and pulled his pants up. Even in the semi-darkness of her room, she could see a hint of the scratch marks she'd left on his back; she flushed, pleased with herself. "I thought we agreed to three rounds."

"Duty calls," he said dryly, turning back toward her. He still hadn't buttoned his jeans and, gods, he somehow looked even better like this than when he was naked. It was unfair. "Trust me, I'd rather stay here."

"If you say so," she said in a light, disbelieving tone. "I didn't take Romans for quitters."

Why was she goading him? She wanted him to leave... did she? Yes, of course she did, but...

But she also wanted him to come back.

Percy's eyes narrowed and knelt on the bed, leaning over to kiss her, long and purposefully slow. Annabeth tried to curl her fingers in his hair, to keep him with her, but he lightly grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.