Forever and Always

Counting down to 'I do'

I wake up to my phone ringing. I pick it up.

"Hello?" I answer groggily.

"Annie, wake up and be at the Aphrodite cabinet in 15 minutes. Wear something blah cause we're dressing you up!!!" Piper's voice exclaims from her side of the phone.

"What the Hades Pipes? It's 7:30?"

"Yeah, time to wake up. The wedding's at 12."

"Okay, okay, fine. I'm getting up." I start to sit up. For some reason, the Athena cabin is deserted. Oh well, I guess I have it to myself for now.

After putting on some short shorts and a Camp Half-Blood tee, I grab my flip flops and walk over to the Aphrodite cabin. God, I'm 16 feet away and can already smell the perfume. How does Piper live there?

As soon as I walk in, I'm attacked by a bunch of girls with hairspray and blush.

"Gods, guys, calm down!"

"Sorry," Piper's sister Lacy Mitchel says.

Hazel, Calypso, and Piper are holding makeup brushes sheepishly. Thalia is looking amused.

"Annie, sit down and let us work our magic," Piper insists, a mischievous glint in her eye.

I roll my eyes but sit down, allowing them to transform me into whatever they have in mind.

*time skip*

"oh wow you look gorgeous. my work here is done," Piper exclaims. I take a look in the mirror. My dress hugs me at the top and flows out at the bottom. My blonde hair is curled and in a bun with two strands of hair out.I am wearing sandals that go up to my calf and gold hoops earrings. A gift from my mom Athena. My bouquet is a more earthy one. It has pale green leaves (idk what they're called) and white and yellow flowers. Piper did my makeup of course. It's a simple look with pink lipstick. I twirl around in my dress.

"Yeah you look stunning as hell." Thalia says in awe.

Hazel and Calypso nod in agreement.

"Guys you're gonna make me cry."

"No ruining your makeup missy." Piper goes back into makeup artist mode.

"Okay, okay no tears." I laugh.

Piper then pulls something out of nowhere.

"You can't forget this." She says in a sing song voice.

Gods it's a garter. It's blue. Of course it is.

*another fancy time skip*

As I walk down the beach I feel all eyes on me. I focus on Percy, waiting for me at the end, and his sea-green eyes. 

Yeah, we decided to do a beach wedding, duh. This is Percy we're talking about.

As I reach the end I lock eyes with my Seaweed brain. Gods, he's so handsome. This guy I fell in love with at 12 years old is about to become my husband.

Unfortunately for us a certain b!itch- I mean lovely goddess insisted on marrying us so we're stuck with the one and only, Her Godly Bitchiness, Hera. 

(I wrote these cause yeah I felt like it)

"Seaweed Brain, when I first met you I hated you in fact *everyone laughs*. I know, it's ironic considering we're everyone's favorite couple. There was something about you that even now makes me fall hopelessly in love with you. You're caring, and loving, and have saved the world not once but twice and actually more than just twice considering your mini-quests. You have everything a girl could ask for, you went through hell for me, only remembered my name when you lost your memory," I glare at Hera, " you held the sky for me, you risked my mom killing you to date me, and you've been an overall incredible boyfriend slash fiance. I love you so dam much MY Seaweed Brain and I promise to love you forever and always." 

He laughs and smiles as I finish speaking.

"Wise Girl did I ever tell you how dam amazing you are? Well if not, you are. You've always been a fearless, warrior, badass b!tch sorta girl. I mean you freaking took a poisoned knife for me. That makes me fall in love with you and your "I don't take no shit attitude". It makes me and others respect you even more if that's possible. You're such a slay queen. I love you forever and always Wise Girl!

*time skip again*

As Percy and I step into the cozy confines of the Poseidon cabin, a palpable charge crackles in the air between us. We've been building up to this moment for what feels like an eternity, and now, finally, we're alone. Percy's eyes lock onto mine, burning with a hunger that mirrors my own. Without a word, he reaches for me, his fingers wrapping around my wrist and tugging me into his embrace.

The second our lips meet, it's like the entire world has melted away. Percy's mouth is hot and insistent against mine, his tongue tracing the seam of my lips until I open for him with a sigh. We deepen the kiss, our bodies molding together as if we were made to fit this way. I can feel the thunder of his heart against my chest, a rhythm that matches the pounding of my own.

Percy spins us, his hands sliding down to cup my bottom as he lifts me against him. I wrap my legs around his waist on instinct, moaning into his mouth as he pins me to the wall. He swallows the sound, his kisses growing more urgent, more demanding. I meet him stroke for stroke, our bodies undulating together like we're already making love.

We break apart for air, chests heaving, skin flushed. Percy's eyes are pure silver in the dim cabin light, his gaze scorching as he takes in the sight of me. "You look stunning," he rasps, his voice thick with desire. "But I think you'll look even better in nothing at all."

Before I can respond, he's leaning in, his mouth tracing a scorching path down my throat. I tilt my head back, granting him access as he nuzzles the sensitive skin of my neck. His fingers find the zipper of my dress, tugging it down with a practiced ease that makes my heart race. The sound of the zipper lowering is like a promise in the quiet room.

As soon as the zipper reaches its end, Percy hooks his fingers in the shoulders of my dress and tugs it down my body. The fabric pools at my feet, leaving me in nothing but my underwear. I should feel vulnerable, exposed, but under Percy's heated gaze, I've never felt sexier. "Gods, Annabeth," he breathes, his eyes raking over me. "You're perfect."

I shiver at his words, at the worship in his tone. "Percy," I manage, my voice barely a whisper. "Please tell me this is finally happening."

His gaze snaps back to mine, his eyes burning with a hunger that makes my core clench. "It's happening," he promises, his voice a low growl. "I'm going to make you mine, Annabeth. Tonight, and every night after."

And with that, he's on me, his mouth crashing into mine as his hands explore my body. We're a tangle of limbs and laughter, the only sound in the world the thrumming of our hearts and the soft catch of our breaths. I've never felt a connection like this, a sense of rightness that goes bone deep.

As we lose ourselves in the moment, I know that this is it. This is the start of something real, something that could change everything. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

(I'm not writing the rest cause I promised myself this book will be PG 13.)