Percabeth Dirty One Shots and Drabbles

FTAHT 2 (Faster Than A Hairpin Trigger)

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Percy drives home as fast as he can in his dinky little car without breaking any laws after his final lecture. He lets himself in to his apartment and he's immediately struck with the musky smell of sex, still there after a whole day. To be fair, it hasn't been given the chance to diffuse out. Percy sets to work digging out every scented candle he owns, which is a lot more than he expected, lights them all, and hopes for the best. Then he remembers that he has some Febreeze tucked under the bathroom sink and he promptly sprays that everywhere in the house, even in places like the hall closet and under the table. He pauses and sniffs. And then gags.

He opens the windows and hopes that the cold won't get in too fast.

He starts to change out of his clothes into something nicer and then he remembers what Annabeth said. She's just coming over to fool around, not for a date. Percy's had time to think about it today and yeah, he'd still really like to take her out on a proper date but really, he just wants to spend time with her. He likes Annabeth even without the soft glow of aquarium lights and without tasting movie popcorn on her mouth and without holding her hand on a long walk in Central Park, even though those things would be nice. He likes Annabeth for her smile and her laugh and her double-major and her sense of humour and her brain-power and her hairlipslegseyes and the way she sighs his name when he kisses her breast, right over her heart, and herherherher he likes everything about her. Even the things he doesn't like about her, he likes about her.

He pulls his sweater back over his head and goes to brush his teeth instead.
Percy's pacing nervously in his living room when the phone rings and he checks the time: 5:02 PM. His caller ID proudly announces that Annabeth Chase is calling. Stupid caller ID. Doesn't it know that that name sends hordes of killer bees into Percy's stomach?

"Hey," he says, and his voice is soft and fond.

"Hey," Annabeth replies. He can hear the grin in her voice. "I don't know how to get into your building."

"Shit, sorry," he says quickly, and Annabeth laughs. His toes curl in his socks. "The code is 3474Z, I'm apartment 610."

He hears the click of those stupidly metallic buttons and then the buzzing sound that goes off every time the door is unlocked. "Be ready when I get upstairs, yeah?" Annabeth says.

"Ready," he asks, feeling cheeky. "What exactly does that mean?"

Annabeth sounds the most amused he's ever heard her. "Hard, mostly."

Percy laughs.

"Although some mood lighting and nice music wouldn't be unappreciated."

"No promises there," he teases, and he can almost hear Annabeth rolling her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. Now let me in." A sharp knock knock sounds at his door and Percy's heart is nearly bursting out of his chest. How can one body contain this much feeling? He pulls out the deadbolt as slowly as he can and then starts turning the lock even slower. Soon enough, Annabeth starts shouting from the other side of the door. "I know what you're doing, Percy Jackson, and you can knock it off right now."

Percy snorts and swings the door open. "Welcome to Chez Jackson..."

The words die out on his lips. Annabeth doesn't look any different from yesterday. Her hair is loose and she's wearing jeans and a sweater. It's nothing special. But today, today she's directed that coy smile at him, and Christ she's beautiful. She steps inside and draws him along behind her by the strings of his hoodie while stepping out of her shoes and it's all he can to do close the door and remember to lock it. She pauses once she gets into the main space and Percy wraps his arms around her waist from behind, presses a kiss to her neck. Annabeth starts laughing.