The Dance at Camp Half-Blood - A Percabeth Short Story

ANNABETH - Part 2

     The two of them snuck out of the dance and into the empty swordfighting arena. As they entered, Percy took his coat off and threw it to the floor. Annabeth's heart started racing again, and she kicked herself internally. Don't be stupid. He just doesn't want to fight in the coat. She took off her silver heels and pulled out her dagger, which was strapped to her thigh. You never know when you might need it.
     Percy struck first. He was going easy on her, which she'd expected. She easily blocked his sword. He struck again and again, keeping her on defense, but she blocked every blow easily with her dagger. He grew faster, trying harder and harder with each swing. Finally, when he paused for a moment, she brought her dagger to the hilt of his sword and knocked it out of his hand. He let go instinctively.
     She moved her dagger to his throat and smiled. "I win."
     "I was going easy on you."
     "I know. But we both know I could have beat you even if you weren't."
     It pleased Annabeth that Percy could come up with no argument, because they both knew it was true. She had been fighting for years before he'd arrived.
     "It's getting late." she said. "The dance ends soon. We should go back to our cabins."
     Percy nodded as he pulled his coat back on. "I'll walk you."
     As they left the arena, Annabeth noticed a group of Aphrodite kids pointing at them and      giggling. Her face reddened. She knew exactly what they were saying.
     "Oh, Gods."
     "What?"
     Annabeth gestured to the group. "Those kids. They think we were...doing something. In the arena."
     "Oh. Oh." Percy's face also turned red.
     They reached the Athena cabin and Annabeth climbed onto the porch. "I had fun tonight."
Percy smiled. "So did I. I'll see you tomorrow. Good night." He turned to leave.                         "Wait!" She had no clue what she was doing.                                                                                                          He turned back around to face her. "Yeah?"

"I just...I figured out what I wanted as a prize for winning."

     He cocked his head. Gods, he was cute. "Oh, yeah? What's that?"
     Butterflies were doing cartwheels in her stomach as she stepped closer to him. Why was she doing this? She grabbed his lapel, pulled him closer, and kissed him. Her heart jumped out of her chest. She was sure he would pull away in disgust and say something like Gods, Annabeth, what's wrong with you? We're just friends!
     But he didn't. He kissed her back. He pulled her towards him and put his hand on her waist. He ran his fingers through her hair, and for a few blissful moments, he kissed her. Suddenly, Annabeth became aware of how stupid she was being. She pulled away from him, her face red with embarrassment. "I- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have-"
     "No." Percy cut her off. "You most definitely should have." He grabbed her waist and pulled her into another kiss. He was, of course, an incredible kisser. His hair was dark and messy and perfect, and his lips were soft and vaguely salty. She wrapped her hands around his neck and leaned into the kiss, her body pressed against his. She could feel his heart beating in his chest. He smelled like salty ocean air.
     She heard the vague sound of campers coming from the dining pavilion. Despite how much she wanted to kiss him forever, she forced herself to pull away and mustered a smile. "I should go. The dance is ending soon. People will talk."
     She turned and went into the cabin, leaving Percy on the porch with a crumpled blue suit and black hair messier than it had been before.

I copy pasted this whole thing over from my notes app so if the spacing and stuff is weird that's why. Also sorry the chapters are so short but I got lazy.