Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

WIRKYIWK 12

Greenconverses ao3

"I knew you had a lair."

Percy slid his gaze away from the road for just a moment, his amused expression apparent even in the darkness of his car. "It's not a lair."

Annabeth raised a skeptical eyebrow, glancing out the window as they drove further into one of New Rome's former industrial hubs, past looming warehouses and cluttered stockyards. "Uh-huh. This neighborhood definitely isn't zoned for housing."

"I was told it was 'up-and-coming,'" he grumbled. "Though I think the developers changed their minds when they learned I was investing."

"So you don't have any neighbors then?" Percy shook his head, turning left down a cross street that led toward the harbor. She tapped a finger to her chin in mock thoughtfulness. "Hmm."

"What?"

"I just want to be clear," Annabeth said lightly, "that you're taking me to your place, located in a deserted area of the city, so you can tie me up and have your wicked way with me... and you still don't think that qualifies as a lair?"

Percy laughed. "You're ridiculous."

"But I'm right."

She was being a bit ridiculous, in truth. Once she'd slid into his shiny dark blue Maserati and they'd peeled off into the night, a sudden bout of nerves had weakened her steely boldness. Here she was, fresh from letting him fuck her against a wall (in public, no less), making stupid jokes so she wouldn't spend her time wringing her hands over what would happen behind closed doors later?

Definitely ridiculous.

Maybe she'd be a little more settled if they were headed toward a glittery hotel or a fancy penthouse in the city center. A place someone like Percy would be expected to host his steamy affairs. Some place that wouldn't be so objectively personal. It was one thing to bring him to her shitty apartment and let him glimpse inside her ramshackle life; none of it belonged to her, not really. But bringing her to his home? She wasn't sure what to make of it.

She started as Percy gently settled a hand on top of hers and twined their fingers together. Annabeth felt like her heart was thrumming as hard as the car's engine.

"You're right about one thing, at least," he said, glancing at her again. His eyes simmered with hungry power. "I am going to have my way with you. But before that happens, we need to talk about your limits."

"Limits?"

"Yeah. If you want to submit to me, I need to know what lines not to cross. What are your absolute no's, what you're willing to experiment with..." He stroked his thumb over her knuckles, sure and smooth. "What makes your toes curl and thighs tremble more than anything else in the world."

"Do I..." She bit her lip, hesitant. She'd never had a partner who'd asked about her limits before. What was she supposed to say? "How detailed do I need to be?"

"Just your most important ones. I usually don't play with inexperienced partners - "

"I'm not that inexperienced."

"With kink," he clarified. "Since this is new for you, I'm planning to keep things fairly simple. But you and I probably have different definitions of simple, so I need to know where to start."

The car began to slow, circling around a three-story warehouse right on the edge of the water. Percy let go of her hand to tap the garage opener as he pulled into an old loading bay and drove down the ramp into an underground garage.

"If we can't agree on anything," Annabeth said, "what happens then?"

Percy parked and shut the Maserati's engine off before turning toward her. "Then we can have sex without the games. Or not have sex at all. We can get drunk and plot revenge and world domination from my throne room if you really want."