Percabeth One Shots💅🏻✨

132. I Love You, You Love Me...(but not in the same way)

Percy loved mornings like this; Rachel on her side, her hair in his face, and the sun shining through the crack in the shades. He's usually gone by now since he's pretty sure they're just fucking around and finding out.

As he tries to slip out from under the covers, he's taking mental notes of where his clothing is. He knows his boxers are somewhere outside of the bedroom despite his pants being on the chair, and his socks are on the floor as he pads down the hallway to stairs, because of course she has an apartment off fifty fourth and it has stairs in the middle of manhattan.

His heart jumps when he looks at his phone, for a second he thought it was Monday. He's starting a new job on Monday, and he knows it looks bad if you show up late, especially on your first day. He turns on her Italian coffee maker, trying not to make too much noise so he doesn't wake her. Percy kind of wants to make her breakfast. It's not a new feeling but he manages to ignore it most days.

"Hey." Rachel says from behind him as he slips his final layer on.

"Hey, sorry, I know I'm usually gone by—" Rachel cut him off with a kiss.

"Don't be sorry, it's nice." She smiles and plays with his hair.

"Really?" He asks, taking the chance to taste her lips again.

"Yeah, maybe you should do it more often. Maybe even stick around for breakfast sometime?"

"You're fucking with me." He smiles giddily.

"I wish I was fucking you right now." Rachel's hand closes around his necklace.

Percy takes her advance as an opening to push her against the doorway and slip a hand in her shorts.

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Monday morning he tightened his tie and checked his hair in the reflection of his mom's old Prius before heading into the tall building.

Stepping onto the floor he's shocked at how little the building tries to hide its mundaneness. The white lighting and gray interior is bleak, cold and uninviting, but the pay is more than enough to make him want to stay.

"Hi, I'm Percy?" He said as he reached what looked like the reception desk, where a woman was hunched over a filing cabinet, her blonde curls tied back into a ponytail as she was pulled away from her task.

"Sure, I'm Annabeth—" She smiled, warming him to his core. "I don't usually sit here—" She smiled, her cheeks reddening as if she were embarrassed to have been caught at the reception desk.

"Where do you usually sit?" There was so much more he wanted to ask her, so much more he wanted to know. Her gray eyes burned into his soul like she could see right through him.

"Oh, uh, right there." She pointed to the two empty desks across from reception.

"Who sits in the other one?"

"You do." She smiled, and Percy didn't quite understand love at first sight, but that smile helps him understand what people mean when they talk about it.

"Alright." He smiled, a good twist swirling around his stomach.

Annabeth sorted her papers and walked with him over to where their desks were. Percy tried to ignore the flutter of sparks that shot through him from where their shoulders brushed.

"So, this is your phone, this one is mine. We make calls on them, this is your stapler and then here's your computer." She cleared her throat, seeming unprepared for his arrival.

"Right, and what are these pressable numbers on this phone?" He asked a tug pulling at his lips.

"Hey, I don't know you, you could be some invalid who's never seen a screen in his life."