Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

128. She's Got A Body Like An Hourglass (It's Ticking Like a Clock)

A/N: Another installment in my Model!Annabeth AU. Enjoy
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Annabeth yawned, joining Percy on the couch. They were at his place this weekend; the Manhattan air made her feel alive. Also, making it the perfect photo op, but the planet burning is a bit more of a concern.

Percy scrolled through Instagram, Annabeth sucked into her true crime dramas, content to be in her boyfriend's arms. He chuckled occasionally, the sound reverberating through her, warming her inside.

As the clock neared nine, she started her nighttime routine of ice rollers and face masks, Percy still on his phone.

"Oh that's weird." Percy said, almost like he forgot he was with anyone.

"What's weird?" Annabeth asked, poking her head in from putting her ice back in the freezer. At least half of her stuff has been moved in unofficially, and though she won't admit it, she wants to move the rest of her stuff in. That way, she can look at it next to his stuff, and her stuff can be friends with his stuff.

"This girl I went to high school with just texted me." He said, still not looking up from his phone.

"Why is that weird?"

"Because she never talked to me before."

"What did she say?" Annabeth asked, an edge to her voice.

"She just said 'hey.'" He chuckled a little as he said it, tugging at that edge she was trying to keep from biting his head off.

"Are you going to reply?" Her tone came out as edge free as possible, considering how possessive she could be over him.

"I already did." He said, shutting his phone off finally to look up at her. She was, admittedly, not in her best outfit, just a ratty t-shirt and sweatpants. "Are you almost ready to go to bed?"

"Yeah. Let me just finish up in the bathroom." She said, her voice coming out smaller.

As she continued her routine, brushing her teeth, whitening strips, and more moisturizers, she heard Percy outright laughing now.

"What?!" Annabeth called from the bathroom, edge evident now.

"She just said something funny is all."

"Who is this again?" Annabeth asked, that very edge becoming more prominent the more she tried to keep it out of her voice.

"She was the popular girl at my school, which is crazy, because why would she be texting me? Like me?" Disbelief in his voice.

"Hey." Annabeth said sternly, walking over to where he was on the couch and straddling him. "Don't talk about my boyfriend like that."

His hands found their place on her hips, his phone forgotten for the time being as she ran her fingers through his hair and kissed his neck.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't very popular back in high school. You know, the whole stoner thing." He gripped her hips, keeping her close. It was more validating than it should have been.

"What did you say to her?"

"That I could see her Friday for lunch, why?" He asked between kisses.

"Just be careful."

"I'm a big boy, she can't hurt me anymore."

"Anymore?"

"Well, she used to throw garbage at me and Grover when we would hide out under the bleachers. Understandably, we were like gremlins hiding out, afraid of the sun and oh god was it a bad idea to feed us after midnight, ask my suspended ubereats account."