Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

118. Chef's Kiss

A/N: No clue if I've posted this one before but I've edited it if so and gave it more meat 🥩

Annabeth hadn't even been all that hungry if she was being honest, but Reagan, her roommate from when she and Percy tried living separately, insists on a weekly brunch, so Percy doesn't become her personality; but Annabeth thinks that she'd be better off being Percy than being herself.

"So, Annabeth," Reagan started.

"Reagan." She and Annabeth have one of those friendships where you kind of secretly hate each other, but you'd never let anyone know because they're friends with your friends, and being openly hostile isn't the greatest way to maintain the peace.

"Tell me, how's your husband?"

"Oh, Reagan, my boyfriend, who you know very well is my boyfriend and not my husband, but Percy is good, you know."

"Oh that's too bad I'll have to miss it."

"That is a shame."

"So now that you live with him does he have you doing all the wifely duties?"

"Yeah, you know, uh, taxes. Grocery shopping— c-cooking?" Annabeth stuttered.

"Are you asking me?" Reagan scoffed.

"No." Annabeth decided.

Was she supposed to be cooking him meals? While it isn't the fifties anymore, that doesn't mean she can't want to make him a meal. He cooks for her all the time. Just last night, he made them some fettuccine Alfredo, and she doesn't even remember if she helped clean up or said thank you or did anything to thank him... they didn't even have sex that night— they fell asleep on the couch watching whatever show they decided to put on.

***

In her frantic state, Annabeth called Percy; his relaxing voice and tone washed over her, bringing her out of that haze.

"Hey, Beth, what can your main man do for you?"

"Oh this conversation just got, like, ten times easier, you already know you're one of the multiple lovers I've taken here."

"What's up?" She could hear the sarcastic smirk on his face.

"Cancel your dinner plans." She quipped.

"Done. Why?"

"I'm cooking you dinner tonight."

"Oh. Oh are you- are you sure? I don't mind cooking." Annabeth's gut swirled at the hesitation in his voice. Did he not think she was capable?

"No, Percy, I have never made you a meal—"

"Not true. For my sixteenth birthday—"

"I remember your sixteenth birthday, Percy."

"Yeah you do." Annabeth could hear his benevolent smile through the phone.
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Annabeth showed up at his apartment classic baguette and lettuce sticking out the top of a brown paper bag, which is to say she went grocery shopping As if she were out of a movie.

"Hey, Honey." Percy kissed her as he brought her into the apartment. She wasn't complaining as she went on her tiptoes and let him drag her inside. "I missed you." His arms were wrapped around her waist, her chest pressed against his. The groceries were disregarded in the hallway as she wrapped her arms around his neck and sank into the kiss further.

"You saw me this morning." The kiss left her so breathless that any bite she had in her was long gone.

"Too long." He started to kiss her like it was his last.